![]() There had been a lot of it as I’d made my way through the streets of Rome and the hills of rural France, and fans of Serious Sam will know the particular yell I mean right away: it belongs to the guy with no head, holding two bombs, who runs straight toward you, screaming in that one-note drone. ![]() ![]() My partner, as it turns out, had hit her limit on the amount of yelling she could tolerate. ![]() It was probably around midnight when I heard the door to my office softly shut behind me.
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