how i feel playing a game that i was once absolutely cracked at

The FATHER OF THE DEMON spoke: "And so, my creation became nothing, a CRADLE OF THE REQUIEM."

nvm 3 day weekend

Beer

Me in the late pleistocene epoch watching my children and mate get slaughtered by an arctodus simus as i eat unfiltered raw cervalces latifrons meat because of fire being difficult to manage in the freezing cold of the ice age that was currently ongoing

PAN PAN PAN PAN PAN PAN

bring back the Cambrian dots

Father of the Demon Facts: Did you know? This model of Henry's viewmodel arms are the bane of my fucking existence.

Playing on upward be like