A game-by-game diary of my attempt to play every Nintendo game. From 8-Eyes to Zombie Nation and everything in between. Even that strange Christian game where you convert people by hitting them with fruit. Just wait. You'll see.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Akuma no Shoutaijou
I know I'm going to run into the English version of this somewhere down the line, but I don't really care enough to look for it (3100 of these fuckers. I'm on something like #59. Jesus H. Christ on Crutches)With that in mind, I know or really care to know about this game at this point is that it apparently involves an Atlanta driver, a telephone pole, and a spider.Try as I might, though, I just can't think of a way to make fun of that. I don't think it's possible. In my mind, this has successfully passed the boundaries of "what the fuck?" and has gone firmly into William Shatner territory. Right now I'd prefer to be bleeding from the teeth than spend the time to attempt to figure out what's going on here.
Location: Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States
I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds.
And I still have time to do this blog.
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