You suck.![]()
You suck.![]()
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Almost ripped and rarred my decent Saturn games.
This sucks. Summer's almost gone, and I haven't done anything exciting with it. And I am back at school (sixth form) Next week.
The hangout needs more random VP quotes:
Body and soul shall be torn asunder!
Ougi!
Hyoso-Hojin!
I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
"No", says the man in Washington, "it belongs to the poor."
"No" says the man in The Vatican, "it belongs to God."
"No", says the man in Moscow, "it belongs to everyone."
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose Rapture. A city where the artists would not fear the censor. Where the scientists would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat, of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.![]()
Once I've ripped/rarred my Saturn games I'm not sure if I should start Panzer Dragoon Saga on SSF, or if I should play DK64 or Banjo Kazooie on PJ64.