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I finally get the flame thrower working to instantly fail at pyromania. I then come to realize that one must internalize Hail to the King baby to actually shout ~THIS IS MY BOOM STICK~. Find out exactly why I am really bad at my job & my insatiable hunger for hibachi right now. Stupid is on the horizon.

After a good hard cry I pick up arms to avenge Torres. I have loads of fun with explosive fat guy nut shots. The streets are then filled with the chants of Disco Inferno & I nearly get an HR ding over the N word.

I find out they fired the janitor, Allstate guy really pisses me off with playing Foreigner's Head Games & I screw up big time with Torres who stays so bad ass. My stupidity leaves me in tears.

The sexy Ring girl comes back to help me more than hurt me, I end up getting a hand on class on classic medical procedures of releasing demons from a man's head. I also learn first hand how horrible an overdose of soy can be to a man,. glee over being back in Nam & roasting a rice field.

Lots of kicking in doors & extra lore but at least I won that freaking shooting gallery mini game. I find myself helping plenty of mental patients by prescribing leadroxie irondine which gets them to permanently settle down, not FDA approved.

Wowee, seems that we find out it's The Evil Within Allstate, as we get roped into an insurance claim that doesn't fit our budget. I face my greatest challenge thus far...a Biohazard style puzzle made more tedious by my idiocy. Sebastian ends up wading out into the dating pool, only to find out Cletus & Joe Bob are dead after channeling his inner Biohazard 4 Ganado's village.

Hot damn!! I learn what it is like to be Chris Hanson in this episode as I become Death: The Great Critiquer of Art. I find myself in someone's sex dungeon & the Allstate guy tells me about insurance. Stupidity is afoot.

Doom Guy makes an appearance because I died & went to hell with all the buzzsaw babes roaming around. Ammo decides to nope out & I get to finally strike back at the arty farty blow hard in a destructive way. God I love collateral damage.

True Terror Awaits! A beast born from the darkest most depraved desires of a young soul, brings to life the horror that is the Cum Monster. No longer bound by the chains of the crunchy stiff sock beneath a teen boy's bed, it is a fight for survival against the disgustingly grotesque.

I got another Tinder date with buzzsaw girl & I try to let her know I can't get any harder. Oh nos, more arty farty dialogue on how to be lame ass that triggers my ~tossed into a wood chipper~ enzymes. I'm ready to take my mug shots now.

Charlie is in them trees, we take a side trip back to Da Nang but the smell of napalm in the morning is severely lacking. We then find out the hard way why you never piss off an ex smoker before they get a cup of coffee in them. Troop Stupid Deployed!!

Great googly moogly an arty farty type has entered the system, per usual, through the back door. As we continue to trudge past the bath salts & meth addicts in Anytown U.S.A. to find our little girl, we meet more people that tend to suck on any given moment. I try my hardest not to be George C. Scott during this run.

Everything has gone south real fast but I keep it together with a hot cup of coffee & some hatchets. Being a moron has me going to places way too early but my psycho cells require me to kill them all. Watch as I try to earn the prestigious title of Maniac Cop.

We fall further down the idiot hole getting us deeper into the failed plot of what soon will be know as Vault-Tec. We get our composure back after that buzzsaw babe run only to find out we are in this failed simulation of rural Americana. Of course this system failed with having an obviously shoddy dev team, not a single gun shop or bait store to be found.

Join me as I get overly paranoid, sliding into depraved desires & just be plain stupid. I take a romp through what happens during an ugly divorce & when you turn your back on your best buddy, alcoholism, in The Evil Within 2.

Our silicone savior finally reaches the end of her romp in the creepy pervert apartments & nothing matters anymore. LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMBLEEE, Meaty Moos vs Big Thighs Save Lives. Will she make her date with the dreamy surfer dude or will we find out there is just no depth to stupid... Join me for the crap-clusion of Sense: A lacking common story.

Death has never been so prevalent as we channel our inner Conan after finding a useable weapon & make it one step closer to the top. Will she have enough time to freshen up before her radical date with the dude? Stay Tuned.

Here is the first splash for PLG & the template for new splashes as the series goes on.

Ghosts are trying to tickle my thunder hole just because I am not wearing a coat. Will surfer dude wait longer, will we find the fire escape, is the smoking street walker from episode 1 still smoking? Stay Tuned.

These ghosts are sure annoying & this place is getting more F'ed up with each new area. How did some of these people get to even move in here?

Keeping the ghost perverts from touching my dirty dakimakuras gets a little harder as we try to make it to our date with surfer dude. Still haven't figured out why we are here doing all of this except bad luck...I just wanted to pee.

Back at it with the fake boobies ghost story that is Sense. Fetch questing is afoot as we jiggle our way through more ghosteses as stupidly as possible.

After finding out my readerating ain't the goodest we get a history lesson of the short lived all natural Barbie, we also learn fundamental whoring 101. Then narrowly avoid getting Ju-On'd in the hallway only to get part of the backstory of a ladyboy that looses his marbles...no pun intended.

Oh boy! Pervert Apartments gets more dangerous as we meet the Chinese version of Red Dragon. Seattle sure does suck even in the future.

Crap-tacular new Road Survival game where idiocy takes the wheel & suffering ensues. Join me as I take mason jar gulps of corn whiskey & accidentally recreate classic moments from the Dukes of Hazard while trying to find a gas station with an open restroom.