came home drunk again. It was the third time this week. By now The Oregon Trail
had grown used to such tumultuous behavior, even on a nightly basis. He stumbled through the doorway hollering about some curse of the undead. The Oregon Trail
, keen on diffusing such situations, offered Dark Souls
a place on the bed and a glass of estus. "Would you like something to eat?" she asked. "We took down a bison today." He shook his head and took her hand. "You are so beautiful. Did you know that?" The Oregon Trail
blushed. After all these years he still had his charms about him. "The first flame may be dying, but I want you to know that your flame is always lit in my heart." She caressed his face. There was no denying that he was a one-of-a-kind gaming experience. His atmosphere, striking; his storytelling, excellent; not to mention his combat, addictive and unique. The Oregon Trail
blew out the candle and pressed SPACE BAR to continue.
Nine months later FTL