It's been a relaxing week so far, at stately Black manor. I've been spending a lot of time with my cat. Like all good friends, our friendship is based on respect and having a lot in common.
Whilst we are both handsome, prone to whining when we aren't fed, and liable to explode into a riot of earthshattering violence when woken from slumber, we have a few differences that keep our relationship from growing stale.
Panzer - For so is he named - Enjoys eating shrews, but leaves the tails. I will clandestinely watch ER, and am developing a crush on Goran Visijnic.
Whilst Panzer regards bodychecking the dogs as the height of comedy, I prefer to stare vacantly into the fridge, waiting for someone to take pity on me and prepare me something delicious.
One thing we both enjoy together, is GOD OF WAR. I enjoy striding through the fallen and broken bodies of my enemies, a ceaseless engine of spinning razored death, the cries of the dying and mortally wounded heralding my dread approach to those who have yet to fall beneath my boot. I am Red Screaming Death. I am The Cold Black Certainty Of Fear. I AM STRONG, I AM STRONG.
Panzer enjoys the pretty colours.
Honestly though, GOD OF WAR is the most manly game I've ever played. Fight a Minotaur - Fairly manly, you'd think? GOD OF WAR (I have to type it in capitals, because it makes it look like I'm shouting it. WHICH I AM.) goes one better.
Knock the minotaur to the ground with a HEADBUTT. Jump onto his chest and force your Knives into his mouth, whilst he struggles to stop youi. He will fail. YOU ARE STRONG.
The whole game is like this. Medusa? Snap her neck like so much dry kindling. NONE WILL STOP YOU.
The only other game that is even getting a look in is The Warriors, because I can't get enough of betting up young leather wearing men. I am not ashamed.
You, what games have you been playing?
Whilst we are both handsome, prone to whining when we aren't fed, and liable to explode into a riot of earthshattering violence when woken from slumber, we have a few differences that keep our relationship from growing stale.
Panzer - For so is he named - Enjoys eating shrews, but leaves the tails. I will clandestinely watch ER, and am developing a crush on Goran Visijnic.
Whilst Panzer regards bodychecking the dogs as the height of comedy, I prefer to stare vacantly into the fridge, waiting for someone to take pity on me and prepare me something delicious.
One thing we both enjoy together, is GOD OF WAR. I enjoy striding through the fallen and broken bodies of my enemies, a ceaseless engine of spinning razored death, the cries of the dying and mortally wounded heralding my dread approach to those who have yet to fall beneath my boot. I am Red Screaming Death. I am The Cold Black Certainty Of Fear. I AM STRONG, I AM STRONG.
Panzer enjoys the pretty colours.
Honestly though, GOD OF WAR is the most manly game I've ever played. Fight a Minotaur - Fairly manly, you'd think? GOD OF WAR (I have to type it in capitals, because it makes it look like I'm shouting it. WHICH I AM.) goes one better.
Knock the minotaur to the ground with a HEADBUTT. Jump onto his chest and force your Knives into his mouth, whilst he struggles to stop youi. He will fail. YOU ARE STRONG.
The whole game is like this. Medusa? Snap her neck like so much dry kindling. NONE WILL STOP YOU.
The only other game that is even getting a look in is The Warriors, because I can't get enough of betting up young leather wearing men. I am not ashamed.
You, what games have you been playing?
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Yeah, i beat the shit out of it, but i did have to put thte last few bits on easy mode, as they're fucking insane.
[Edited on Feb 09, 2006 10:25PM]