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This music has me up in the graveyard at night trying to rave with some corpse girls.

People been dying to get in there.

Major order completed. May we find democracy furthered by our actions.

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We have toilet paper back at the house, right Zach?

My word was "Planning". I guess I have problems with keeping things in order. Seems valid. Either way thank you for the great game and I thoroughly enjoy it. May you continue making wonderful games and have much success in your life and work.

This game made my peen wiggle.

Pokemon 2 is looking great.

I think I have seen this "aHem" (Clears throat) anime before... <_< >_> 0_0 >_<

I loaded my last pampers this Christmas playing this game.
It was a sticky hot mess and my therapist questions if I will ever really recover.
Sometimes I get flashbacks to the first time I died and how I slowly sank back into my seat from the jump scare and I felt the smoosh cushion of yuck wet slop that melted down my pant leg and into my shoe..
My wife left me over it and everything. My kids won't even recognize me as father anymore. I saw a lot of empty bottles of alcohol and other wines inside the fridge and around the house so I too decided when my family left me to start drinking again.
Doesn't help much though. I can still smell it, you know? That lingering scent of Satan's raunch that tears the paint off the walls. Yeah.. The drinking can't even help me forget that...

Oh and yeah the game was great 10/10 I would certainly s h i t myself again!

https://youtu.be/32X6G2PIUEI?si=ejEat8CBiPMUXhPC
https://youtu.be/OWcDNVDsIJw?si=wYjvozCs6CEkASTD

Honestly this game can kick rocks.

It was so bad that I think people are entitled to some after thought of humor from another user.

Have you ever heard the tale of the Mad S h i t t e r ? Let us see... Where it all began in 1972...

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm

I've never been so uncomfortably horny in my life. Also I hope this comment improves your life in some way~