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Granted. It's quite the talker. In fact, it talks too much. Well actually, too much is an understatement. It talks every second of every minute of every hour of every day. It doesn't let you concentrate on anything, it doesn't let you sleep, and the frequency at which it outputs it's voice is enough to drive anybody insane. Long story short, it leads to a suicide attempt. Unfortunately, it is stopped, and you are forced to sit in a little white box for the rest of your life, all the while enduring the horror of your over-talkative hand.I wish I had a titanium spork.
Granted. But during the apocalypse Satan turns all noodles into giant flesh eating monsters wich causes your knees to spawn Giglamech the king of the flesh eating noodle monsters. Wich then proceed to eat you and the rest of man kind.I wish this wish was alive.
THE GAME.