How you can you play this horrible game? I remember Resident Evil 1, and seeing those zombies come into the room and just come zombining for me and what did I do? I ran. First I made my little character run, and when the zombies caught him, I threw the controller across the room and ran screaming into the bedroom, where I hid under the covers rocking and cooing and saying the Lord's prayer and screaming at my boyfriend to TURN THE FUCKING TV OFF FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST AND BRING ME A FUCKING KITKAT I'M NOT WELL. Or something along those lines. I think what actually happened was that I made him remove the game and put it away and made him vow to NEVER PLAY IT AGAIN. Which I think he appreciated, because he was a little scared too.
You so brave. If ever evil should cross our paths, I'm jumping behind you, cause you'll know what to do.
Okay, your comments are so much better than my posts. Stop that. No. Do more of that. I'm so... conflicted. Actually, though, I'm also a Resident Evil baby. In the sense that I mewl and kick like a baby as I play the game. In fact, as Narns will tell you, I usually make her play through my Resident Evil games before I've completed them. While I mewl, and kick. This time I'm attempting it myself. I have no idea why. It's as masochistic as anything I've ever done.
Stop saying nice things. My ego is so fucking inflated right now I'm right ready to pop. And about to develop that into some sort of strange sexual metaphor, so I'll stop now.
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How you can you play this horrible game? I remember Resident Evil 1, and seeing those zombies come into the room and just come zombining for me and what did I do? I ran. First I made my little character run, and when the zombies caught him, I threw the controller across the room and ran screaming into the bedroom, where I hid under the covers rocking and cooing and saying the Lord's prayer and screaming at my boyfriend to TURN THE FUCKING TV OFF FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST AND BRING ME A FUCKING KITKAT I'M NOT WELL. Or something along those lines. I think what actually happened was that I made him remove the game and put it away and made him vow to NEVER PLAY IT AGAIN. Which I think he appreciated, because he was a little scared too.
You so brave. If ever evil should cross our paths, I'm jumping behind you, cause you'll know what to do.
Okay, your comments are so much better than my posts. Stop that. No. Do more of that. I'm so... conflicted. Actually, though, I'm also a Resident Evil baby. In the sense that I mewl and kick like a baby as I play the game. In fact, as Narns will tell you, I usually make her play through my Resident Evil games before I've completed them. While I mewl, and kick. This time I'm attempting it myself. I have no idea why. It's as masochistic as anything I've ever done.
Stop saying nice things. My ego is so fucking inflated right now I'm right ready to pop. And about to develop that into some sort of strange sexual metaphor, so I'll stop now.
And clearly my comments aren't better than your posts.
I am apples for your posts.
She gets apples and I get monkeys? Why do you hate us, precious?
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