Be a mensch and kill that goy bastard Joe DeMarco before it's too late.

Wine and dine yourself into a drunken stupor as you bad-mouth a woman who you probably forgot to give your address to.

As you push an unsuspecting, broken-legged priest into the dark abyss below, so too do you plummet ever further towards the chasm known as death.

Let's be honest, the gym leaders of Gym Island are either complete wimps or supermen. Zombie Island is a terrifying challenge.

I write this recommendation to ensure that no one steals my patent on Floatmen and Floatchairs. You will be sued accordingly for crossing me.

You start out by infiltrating a company building in order to steal an anti-sun vaccine before the world ends, and finish by enjoying a bullet dinner.

As the man who holds the world record for speedrunning this precious, precious gem of a game, I must personally and sternly insist that you not play it.

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Gripping improvised dialogue by some of London's finest, women's underwear-clad thesbians.

The perfect game for closeted boys to enjoy images of nap-laps and downtown ass-grabs. Buy yourself some Homies figures instead of this.