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Fight adrenaline packed battles, battle sp00ky skeltals, chug SunnyD like a 6 year old on a drinking campain, have campfires, and die. and die. and die. and die. and die. and die. and die. and die. and die.*


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Praise the Sun



*DIE

Ever wanted to see a Grumpy Cthulhu maul a Depressed Yeti? Shoot a Dragon with a Cupid Bow? Commit mass murder with bombs (not that I would do that)? The possibilities are endless in Scribblenauts!*




















*Realistic visuals not included in "endless possiblities"

Wanna wire intricate machines that work like their real world counterparts? Throw that out the window and go build a melon trebuchet. Do you want to build intricate contraptions? Hey, a nuke mod. Do you want to do anything remotely realistic? Have an anti-gravitational rocket-powered bathtub. Or you can go shoot people in TTT.


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Welcome to FTL! Simulate being a fearless space captain, on your way out to space to save the universe. Except every 10 seconds bloodthirsty insectoids with razor sharp claws beam onto your undergeared ship, rip the oxygen system into confetti, and then open the airlocks. Hey look! Your entire crew just got sucked into space. Did I mention they just got sucked into space?

CS:GO will de_stroy your life, one game of dust2 at a time.

At the start, you'll buy the game on sale for some outrageous price. You'll think "What a steal! I'll get at least a hundred hours out of this." Minute by minute, you start to piece together the workings of the game. You can't spray, you can't flick, you can't shoot, but you still enjoy the game. You dedicate a few hours each week to improving.
Then, as you start to truly learn the ways of Counter-Strike, skins will drift into your eye. "Hah!" You'll scoff. "Who spends money on pixels?" However, soon, you find yourself with a half-dollar skin. "Just a reward for my small improvement", you'll think.
But soon, the ladder of competitive will become the center of your life. You'll devote hours upon hours into trying to reach higher, ever higher. Recoil patterns will become part of your hand, callouts your voice, and smokes your eye. At night, you'll be haunted by the cries of angry teammates, all screaming "RUSH B NO STOP." Before you know it, thousands of hours have drifted by. Your 50 cent skin you bought a week after you started has turned into an expensive
Karambit | Fade. You've burned thousands on skins. All of your friends have been forcefully introduced to CSGO by you. You've become proud of your virtual rank. Even in the day all you can hear is the desperate cries of dying teammates. Your life turns into a downward spiral with CSGO at the bottom.


But you're still Silver 1.



Halp.

All you'll be able to do is watch as a medic walks right past you while you're burning. 10/10