"It's 1997, boy. Show some pride in your graphical fidelity."
And then the game took a seriously dark turn it never cared to acknowledge.
I thought he was the Hierophant. And I thought she was Death.
He just stands there....menacingly. Time to get out of here.
"He gives me all the horses I could ever love."
Not that it means much without Silencer or Acid Bath.
You know. The American West.
At what point did the developers forget what kind of atmosphere they were creating?
Bikini cactus monsters. We could always use more of THOSE.
Who? The other members of your prison gang?
Never once used as a weapon. I wish I was kidding.
Racist, but accurate...sort of.
"Would I rather buy a place to live, or goggles that let me see underwater?.....Goggles."
Now available for four easy payments of....wait, this currency actually exists.
When did this stop being a cowboy game, and just become Japanese Genre Mish-Mash Theater?
Some time long before this; that's when.
"You learned Carrot! None can survive its deadly grasp."
"Oh, am I interrupting some character development?
"Whatever. It's 'bout time we got back to the plot."
When did Clint Eastwood become such a random racist?
You know, Dragon Ball DOES feel like it's been going on for that long.
"It's 1997, boy. Show some pride in your graphical fidelity."
And then the game took a seriously dark turn it never cared to acknowledge.
I thought he was the Hierophant. And I thought she was Death.
He just stands there....menacingly. Time to get out of here.
"He gives me all the horses I could ever love."
Not that it means much without Silencer or Acid Bath.
You know. The American West.
At what point did the developers forget what kind of atmosphere they were creating?
Bikini cactus monsters. We could always use more of THOSE.
Who? The other members of your prison gang?
Never once used as a weapon. I wish I was kidding.
Racist, but accurate...sort of.
"Would I rather buy a place to live, or goggles that let me see underwater?.....Goggles."
Now available for four easy payments of....wait, this currency actually exists.
When did this stop being a cowboy game, and just become Japanese Genre Mish-Mash Theater?
Some time long before this; that's when.
"You learned Carrot! None can survive its deadly grasp."
"Oh, am I interrupting some character development?
"Whatever. It's 'bout time we got back to the plot."
When did Clint Eastwood become such a random racist?
You know, Dragon Ball DOES feel like it's been going on for that long.
"It's 1997, boy. Show some pride in your graphical fidelity."
And then the game took a seriously dark turn it never cared to acknowledge.
I thought he was the Hierophant. And I thought she was Death.
He just stands there....menacingly. Time to get out of here.
"He gives me all the horses I could ever love."
Not that it means much without Silencer or Acid Bath.
You know. The American West.
At what point did the developers forget what kind of atmosphere they were creating?
Bikini cactus monsters. We could always use more of THOSE.
Who? The other members of your prison gang?
Never once used as a weapon. I wish I was kidding.
Racist, but accurate...sort of.
"Would I rather buy a place to live, or goggles that let me see underwater?.....Goggles."
Now available for four easy payments of....wait, this currency actually exists.
When did this stop being a cowboy game, and just become Japanese Genre Mish-Mash Theater?
Some time long before this; that's when.
"You learned Carrot! None can survive its deadly grasp."
"Oh, am I interrupting some character development?
"Whatever. It's 'bout time we got back to the plot."
When did Clint Eastwood become such a random racist?
You know, Dragon Ball DOES feel like it's been going on for that long.
