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.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Arkista's Ring
Arkista's Ring is one of those games that couldn't really decide exactly which kind of game it wanted to rip off. Playing the end result is kind of like being married to Anna Nichole Smith - there comes a point where you just finally give in and start drinking too. Except this game doesn't make me want to stick my penis in a bandsaw, so it's not completely the same. It's like someone took Zelda, took all the good bits out, then threw in with Lolo and the Joy of Masturbation with a Belt Sander, put it all in a blender and then took a giant crap on it. Served straight up with a bunch of other things that I don't care to relive, as I am currently at work and don't with to feel any dirtier than I already do.
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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