I ponder some fantasy numbers as I find myself pulled back into the car world without a clue concerning my surroundings.
Come hither as I tell a tale (as long as you have a spare 4 weeks)
I struggle to maintain control of a car as it enters a wild, extremely dangerous fishtail. At 20 mph.
Bring oxygen tanks. 2 hours worth.
A disappointing, farcical tale where a robot goes all gangster rap on us.
Let’s all face the uncomfortable questions around morality and godliness.
A brilliantly depressing story told through the eyes of those caught in the crossfire.
Some of the best fun I’ve ever had in a game.
Load, die, load, die, load, die, load, die.
Enter stage left – the reinvention of the game.
I think I owned this car longer than any other.
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