Adventures in Asmik Land

Now I know I've got at least a few readers out there, as my profile page is showing some hits. I've either got readers, or there's just one person out there, obsessively reading my profile before smearing themselves in peanut butter and masturbating in the corner. With the people you find on the internet, I wouldn't be too surprised. Hey OCD clicky stalky person! Try Jif, it works better for me and leads to less embarrassing chafing. For my less unstable readers, I would like to take this moment to assure you that I take absolutely no drugs before tackling this project. None whatsoever. Although god knows I'm starting to wonder if the cat's slipping something into my drink when I'm not looking. Exhibit A: Adventures in Asmik Land. With my mind still reeling from the blow that Armadillo gave me, I decide to run full speed into the brick wall of mirth that is this game. You've got Sum Gie, a purple Stegosaurus/T-Rex/cutesy something or other who runs around in a world that is apparently composed of fried eggs, lace and band-aid skies. Kind of like a Beetles song. Oh, and crosses popping out of the ground. Who the hell needs LSD when you've got games like this. Just plug it in, put on some Pink Floyd and wonder where the 60's went. If that weren't enough, then you've got the cherry on the cake. Sum Gie's weapon? A fart. Seriously. I think I might have to use this guy as my new icon for awhile.