08/02/2014 - SCURVY, GOUT AND ENCYCLOPAEDIA TRAUMA

Scurvy, Gout and Encyclopaedia Trauma. What is this on our table? Can we celebrate life like we derelict depth perception? Humanity stricken of its Tsar and his smooth-toned troop. Black questions arise and another task takes it place on top of the pile of cards. If they win, there is nothing awesome about house rules. Approximation of the house rules will not be counted. That costs filthy million dollars.

Unlike most mobile games the State of Is doesn’t take no shit from the infinite core mechanics, there are just too many mechanics to deal with for innovation to be there for the promotion up until now. Their first effort will be coming very soon, the later part of this year in fact, to build the gore genre from the ground up. Life is a great franchise overall, provided you don’t make the additions too like shrieking. Come along now, come along quite quietly with queers in their delectable gears. No-one needs to gun down gym teachers, it is an obsession custom made for the obstacle course. Cards slap the table to do over. Invade Virginia and do God’s work or else time will fall flat on its face and try on a selection of fetching hats to wear down at the docks every night it can muster. Tomahawks are in operation within this vector so only the mild can crumple in commentary splicing paternity tests. This is bromine to the ears, a fungal infection waiting for forks to be given and riddled with grid marks.

            As always they went too far with the methods of amassing an army of lackadaisical slaves, they tripped them up and loosened their chains just to mess with their cupped heads. There really is something severely wrong with the way the bottle cap falls from your poppy gesture, the reaction it gets is constantly eruptive and not at all yesterday’s news. The locks are being picked, picking themselves up off of the pavement to prove their gestures are not blank or written on the back of novelty cards. The heart strings are being plucked methinks.

You don what you can in this city, create a new phase and adapt it with scatological dependency, collating the tribute in its whimsical glory with the hopes that the marble will stay marbled and its children and progeny won’t exist except in the reflection of a tear or strain of sweat. They will take you out and that is not an empty threat, threats are so easy to load up and tackle with hydrodynamic speeds and the ripper is out to play whilst your back is turned anyway so who cares, am I right? These minutes could well be your last chance to say something meaningful, these could be the beginning of something doctored and unattainable in most southern counties. These words could beget minutes ahead of the future, always just ahead like they were trying to prove something. Never trust a smile that’s going at mach seventy without a care stream trailing behind it.