Flail your arms to save yourself.
Articles by Zack Furniss121 articles
Who signs up to work at a Robotics factory, anyway?
Mother will be so proud.
That year went by uncannily fast.
Drowning Pool joke.
It’s not a lake, it’s a Sam.
Spare dosh, anyone?
Oh man oh man oh man.
Oh boy. Oh wow.
We prefer ‘European American’ Night.
Scary Knoll. Terror Plateau. Freaky-ass Swamp.
Double pedal for my double barrel.
I hate my recorder now.
Time to get my Killing Floor fix.
Dial tone. Static. Death.
It’s too easy to comment on the title so I won’t (I guess I just did).
Send transmission from the (two)-armed scissor (cut away, cut away).
Now those big zombies will be even bigger assholes.
I just died in your arms tonight.
Now with red mohawks!
Get up, come on get down with the sharkness.
Ha ha like Indiana Jones I get it.
Sheena was a punk rocker (and a Zed slayer).
Making games is haaaaard.
You had me at glowy scalpel.
Too many twos.