I know my first game was Pokemon, but my clearest childhood gaming memory is playing Spyro The Dragon 3 on the PS1, and being late for tea because I needed to find that last damn egg to complete a level.
I know my first game was Pokemon, but my clearest childhood gaming memory is playing Spyro The Dragon 3 on the PS1, and being late for tea because I needed to find that last damn egg to complete a level.
Supes Mario World was I think the first game I played throughly, we didn't have many games so we had to make them count. I remember I deleted files all the time because I didn't know what the delete screen was but I liked it (IIRC it was the same as the regular screen but darker).
See? Aliroz knows Big Rigs is GotY all the years. NiER Automata? Utter shit compared to Big Rigs. Breath of the Wild? Not even close to Big Rigs' true freedom. Nioh? Get that weeb shit outta here, Big Rigs or bust.
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey-- All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-- But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover-- But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
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my first game was Super Mario Bros.
According to my brother, my first game was Eagle's Nest.
I've played a few NES games, but the SNES is the console that really impressed itself on my tastes.
Never thought it was possible to have huge dark circles under my eyes
Whilst I go sort my face out, here's my collection of video games (not counting the ones stored on my PS4 directly): http://i.imgur.com/jlS2Tdh.jpg
Hurray for sensitive skin and bad taste in games.
It's one of the few entries I can name that don't have anything to do with double entendres, lest one decide to get very creative with their metaphors
it's not like they'll come when you call them
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
I'm sat next to a cute guy wearing black skinny jeans on the train