i reley dont wan to say this, but i have to now. this game is so esey. i mean, all you do is hit the spacebar. thats it! how is this an RPG anyway? you cant contrail anything but what it says on the screen! what if i didnt want to buy the potion? what apout quests? all you can upgrade is stranth? there is no way you can lose to the boss at the end! this game is crap! its not even an RPG at all! i mean look at it! in what way is this supposed to be an RPG if you can do quests and stuff? all you do is press one butten the entier time! explain to me! the athore coments al totol lies! is it supposed to be stick dudes? i dont even know how this damn game got the daily 3rd prize, or a rating of 4.26! pepole think this review is worthles. go ahead! say it! i dont care! im just trying to make a point here! blam this piece of crap!!!!
*Coolkid enters the dead carcass that is her past home epicmafia, looking for traces of life amongst the winds whos whispers speak of death and carnage. What had happened here? What happened to her home? The place she used to laugh in and join suiraces in. Where was her dear friend error to change everyone in the village's names then kick them out before the great god pingu gave him a smack. She walked over the noavi vrs avi battlefield, running her hand along the side of the builidings, seeing how deep the coat of dust was. She walked past tamabank, broken and spilling with tama tokens that had no where to be spent on.
She glanced into the distance to see the dark lands of "Maine(tm)". With their wicked gaurds and tryant rulers keeping back the crawling desperate figures of anyone trying to enter their midst. Their heavy secruity, the gold and glittering armour of their minions. All while their villagers starved. They were cheering though...The great god Lucid had decended upon the land to gift the nobles with any blessing they so wished. Even talk of allowing the living to hear the haunted whispers of the dead. Oh what had this land succumbed to?!
She knew this would happen. The land of le games had taught them as much but they did not learn their lesson in time. How did her home become this rotting corps?!
A hand suddenly grabbed her ankle and pulled her down a pipe. She slid down with her kidnapper into an underground city. There were not many but there was just some lingering faces she once knew. They were chatting, interacting, opening packs of . Oh how she missed this. She decided to join in the hubub or lingering life she knew would probably fade away soon enough.
But one can only hold onto the small moments of joy in the company of old friends no matter how doomed they are to fade.
