Thanks for PETA for reminding us why we love carnivorous cooking. Blood and gore, awake the primordial hunter in us.

First winter days.. I by ~closer-to-heaven on deviantART

Platform: DS

After a long day o’ hard scientific research there is nothing that our sharp precisely tuned brain loves doing more then indulging in mindless video game violence. Zombie BBQ in its very title held a promise of excellence in this delicate art category, n’ furthermore we’ve always held a special place in our heart for Not-So-Little-Anymore Red Ridinghoods in skimpy cloths. Hard candy n’ soft chewing gum, with yee graphics to match.

Here we were with our trigger finger itching to deal death in large quantities at legions o’ enemies. Ah but alas, every rose has a thorn, n’ every candy a promise of dental caries, or Z-BBQ violates one of the basic tenants o’ the category of electronic entertainment it squarely aims for. Three bullets per basic zombie, man it ruins our fun. Feels like squirting at em with a water pistol. Craps. Makes the action feel like swimming through cooking oil. Slow mo.

Plenty o Z, but lacking in BBQ effect. Baby needs a bigger gun, pitty for she come inches from rocking our world.

Buy or DL from ova’ [here], for its a worthy game despite our harsh words.

Please refere to Apendix A for a picture o Lil’ Red Ridinhood in skimpy cloths, n’ to Moorhuhn fo’ proper bullets per minute shooting count.

Apendix A

Fig. 1 Picture o’ LRRH in skimpy cloths

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Watch CBS Videos Online In year 2000 we were promised to have our post apocalyptic future, scrapping sustenance out of ruins of decadent civilization, n’ building Brave New World, leading miserable but Spiritually Fulfilling lives. Alone man against a giant mutated rat. Hunting for survival. Recycling selected surviving pieces of long gone technology, by burning them over open fire to extract Copper and Gold out of circuit board contacts. Alas, we continue to live our pampered lives, eons away from our prehistoric roots. While we await for impending ecological doom to come and awake our primordial instinct, we continue to be fascinated by places where our fellow humans are forced to live the fallout nightmare even at this very minute. Recycling is to wash our sins. Indulgence to absolve our consumerist souls. This place in china is where gadgets go to die, and be reborn, for 8 bucks per hour. Our waste their death.

Oh, well now, us creatures of the island devoted eternaly to the solid principles of paleolithic economy have always been weary of Banks n’ Their Toxic Paper moneys, trusting our financial well being in trade of lollipops and spider pictures. However mistake us not, for some ignorant heathens. We keep a keen eye on Modern Money Mechanics (a.k.a. as M&M&M). Zeitgeist Addendum teches us about methods of operations of this devious mechanism. Who can ever possibly beat you in the game where you yourself set the rules. Like playing monopoly with a handy help of PC compatible Scanner and Printer.

Freedom as in freedom to walk barefoot to a supermarket, or to blog about Tibet or to pirate mp3s or to own ones own ass. Freedom to some people is to shoot old TV sets without dangers of S.W.A.T landing in your backyard. Happy days in last and greatest free range loony bin in U. S. of A. Mesa, where veterans go to shake off their Gulf War Syndromes.