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simple times, this game is based DO NOT PLAY THE NEW ONE ITS GOYSLOP, and is hella G@y

i love to make plantation farms

BATMAN: ARKHAM CITY GOTY – 1 HOUR OF GLORY, THEN REALITY BITES
1.0 hrs on record
Recommended (kinda) [Epic orchestral boom. Slow-mo Bat-glide over Gotham. Cut to: 13-year-old you (or nostalgic adult you) cape-swishing in boxers, yelling "I AM THE NIGHT!" while yeeting thugs off buildings. Then – BAM – phone rings.] Yo, fellow Bat-boys (teens dodging homework, adults dodging divorce papers): This game's PEAK. Hour 1? I'm Batman. FreeFlow Combo x10 on Penguin's goons, grappling hook zipping like puberty dreams, voice so deep it's "I'm vengeance... pass the crisps." Joker taunts got me cackling like a 12-year-old discovering memes. Relatable AF – that teen rage-smash satisfaction? Adult therapy after TPS reports. But plot twist: Quit after 60 mins. Why? Teen me: "Mum's calling for dinner." Adult me: "Boss emailed – 'Where's the spreadsheet, Bat-Brat?'" One hour in, and I'm already too emotionally invested. Those Riddler trophies? My unopened mail pile. 10/10 – Pure Bat-crack. Play it... if you can pause life. P.S. If you laughed (or cried for my wasted potential), drop Steam points – help me afford the DLC before Joker hacks my wallet! "Why so serious?"

Pulsing synth score like a zombie heartbeat. Sweeping aerial over a ramshackle fort under blood moon glow. Cut to: You, the beleaguered everyman, mid-30s chaos king, slamming nails into wood while your phone buzzes with "URGENT EMAIL #47." Enter Hannah the cat – sassy furball side-eyeing your frenzy, tail swishing like a doom timer. VOICEOVER – manic, Ryan Reynolds whisper:] "Time? What's that? Between ADHD squirrels in my brain and life's endless 'adulting' boss fights, gaming's a myth. Laundry? Piled higher than a zombie wall. But 7 Days to Die? It motion-captures my soul. 14 hours poached from 'nap time' – hyperfocus hits like a molotov, turning 'one quick log' into all-nighter marathons. Who needs sleep when ferals are clawing your door? [MONTAGE: Hour 0: "Just 10 mins!" – 2 hours later, base = masterpiece, Hannah headbutts mouse for 'loot.' Hour 7: Horde night, I impulse-dig a moat... straight into lava. "ADHD engineering!" Hour 13: Work Zoom mid-scavenge, I unmute accidentally: "LOGS UP, BOSS!" Hannah knocks over my setup – instant hero save. Slow-mo tears as she curls on my lap post-raid: "We got this, hooman."] Emotionally? A whirlwind gut-punch. This game mirrors the ADHD storm – shiny distractions (ooh, chainsaw!), impulse builds that collapse hilariously, but those blood moon wins? Dopamine nukes bigger than any med. Hannah? My whiskered wingman. She judges my rage-quits ("Again, Dad?"), purrs through rebuilds, even 'helps' by sitting on WASD. In 14 hours of stolen joy, she taught me: Chaos is conquerable. One fort at a time. This voxel vortex didn't steal my time – it gifted me purpose in the frenzy. 10/10 – Would time-thief eternally. Hannah's plotting Day 15. [FADE OUT: You fist-bumping Hannah's paw as screen fades to "Day 15: Survived." Post-credits: Zombie tripping over cat toy. "Meow-tality."

ps- im super tired this took bit of time, i got work tmr please lend a man some steam points if you dont mind lul.

We dropped in hopeful, three idiots and a plan,
One said “I’ve got meds,” another said “I can scan.”
The third said nothing—he was looting a crate,
A crate that was empty. A sign of our fate.

The sky was all rust, like a world on pause,
Broken towers bowed to mechanical gods.
The ARC hummed softly, polite but severe,
Like debt collectors who’ve waited all year.

We jogged through the ruins of what once was fine,
Where capitalism died but the vending machines survived.
“Guys,” someone whispered, “I hear something big—”
And then came the footsteps. The sound of regret.

A drone rolled by, fat with murderous intent,
We froze like adults avoiding eye contact with rent.
One of us fired. It was not discussed.
Democracy failed. The drone chose violence, not trust.

We scattered like pigeons in societal collapse,
One friend climbed a ladder, forgot how maps worked.
Another screamed “I’M DOWN” like it was brand new news,
While I reloaded calmly, then panicked and missed.

But here’s the thing—between death and despair,
Between broken rifles and robots that stare,
There was laughter. Real, unplanned joy,
The kind you only get when games break your poise.

We argued over loot like it was food in a famine,
“Don’t sell that!” “I already did.” Silence. Damage.
A quest item lost to the free market’s embrace,
A lesson in economics learned at gunpoint, mid-chase.

Extraction was chaos, alarms and a prayer,
One of us limped, one crawled, one bravely panicked.
The ARC watched silently, patient and wide,
Like history itself, seeing who’d survive.

And when we made it—bloodied, poor, and alive—
We didn’t feel strong. We felt… human.
Small people in a large, uncaring age,
Making jokes while the world’s in a mechanical rage.

Because ARC Raiders isn’t about winning the fight,
It’s about losing together on a Thursday night.
It’s society reduced to backpacks and trust,
Where friendship is forged from scrap metal and dust.

So yeah, we’ll drop again. We always do.
Not because we’re ready—but because it’s you.
In a world where the future is loud, cold, and vast,
We’ll face it together…
And probably die fast.

9/10
Would rebuild civilization with these idiots again.

im being forced against my f@kin will to play this flipping joke of a game since my friends are like heroin addicts addicted to the nostalgia of the old verdansk map so wish me luck

Ah, 'Skyrim Special Edition'. The game that keeps re-releasing like it's the Beyoncé of RPGs. It’s the same *Skyrim* we’ve loved since 2011, except now it’s got *slightly shinier water* and NPCs who can glitch in *ultra-HD*.

You start as a prisoner, of course, because Bethesda loves to throw you into existential crises right from the get-go. "Who am I? Why am I here? Did Todd Howard personally handcraft this cart ride of destiny?" But before you can ponder these deep questions, you’re nearly dragon-barbeque. Enter Alduin, a giant flying lizard who screams "YOU" while you, being the chosen one, pick the "I’ll deal with this later" dialogue option and bolt.

From there, *Skyrim Special Edition* becomes the ultimate ADHD simulator. Sure, there’s a *main quest* to save the world, but why do that when you can spend 40 hours looting sweet rolls and yelling "FUS RO DAH" at goats? Dragons are terrorizing the land, but excuse me, I need to build my lakeside manor with the Hearthfire DLC and adopt 12 children to aggressively flex my parental supremacy.

The game’s true masterpiece? The glitches. You’re not a true *Skyrim* player until you’ve seen a giant launch you into orbit with a single swat, or you’ve found an NPC casually moonwalking up a mountain while telling you about their tragic skeever problem. And let’s not forget the most relatable moment: shouting at Lydia to "move, FOR THE LOVE OF TALOS" while she blocks a doorway like she's auditioning for Skyrim's Got Talent.

Graphics-wise, it’s definitely prettier. The sunsets are gorgeous, and the water sparkles as if Todd Howard dipped it in fairy dust. That said, the mud crabs still look suspiciously like they're plotting to overthrow the Empire. If anything, the *Special Edition* reminds you that *Skyrim*’s true charm was never about realism—it was about doing whatever you want.

You want to be a stealth archer? Congrats, so does literally everyone else. Want to roleplay as a pacifist khajiit who only trades cabbages? No judgment here. Or maybe you want to become the thane of every hold while hoarding wheels of cheese in your basement. The world is your oyster (or at least your horker meat).

Oh, and mods? Don’t even get me started. Mods are the reason Skyrim has aged better than my 2011 iPod Touch. One moment you’re downloading "Immersive Trees," and the next you’re riding Thomas the Tank Engine into battle against Macho Man Randy Savage dragons. Who needs lore accuracy when you have chaos?

In conclusion, *Skyrim Special Edition* isn’t just a game. It’s a lifestyle. It’s a place where you can laugh, cry, and occasionally scream at a wolf ambushing you for the 9,000th time. If you’ve never played it, what are you even doing with your life? And if you *have* played it…well, it’s time to buy it again. Todd Howard needs your money for the *next* re-release.

9/10 – Would yell at Lydia again.

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Here I will leave the cat,
friends who pass by can pet it and give it a thumbs up and awards
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"Deceit" is like a twisted game of hide-and-seek mixed with "Among Us" on steroids, where trust is a currency you can’t afford and paranoia is your best friend. Imagine being trapped in a creepy asylum or an eerie forest with five other players, but two of them are secretly infected monsters who want to eat your face off.

The game starts innocently enough, with everyone gathering supplies and nervously eyeing each other. But the real fun begins when the lights go out, and the infected players transform into bloodthirsty beasts. Cue the screaming, the wild accusations, and the frantic scrambling to find fuses or safe zones.

Your friends will swear up and down they're innocent while casually drinking blood bags to power up their transformations. You'll find yourself yelling, "I saw Bob drink blood!" while Bob insists he was just inspecting it for freshness. The infected players use every trick in the book to sow confusion, and the survivors end up running around like headless chickens, unsure of whom to trust.

Every match is a blend of comedy and horror, where betrayal is as common as breathing, and even your closest ally could turn out to be a monster in disguise. In "Deceit," the only thing more dangerous than the infected is your friends' ability to lie straight to your face with a grin.


---{ Graphics }---
☐ You forget what reality is
☐ Beautiful
☑ Good
☐ Decent
☐ Bad
☐ Don‘t look too long at it
☐ MS-DOS

---{ Gameplay }---
☐ Very good
☑ Good
☐ It's just gameplay
☐ Mehh
☐ Watch paint dry instead
☐ Just don't

---{ Audio }---
☐ Eargasm
☐ Very good
☐ Good
☑ Not too bad
☐ Bad
☐ I'm now deaf

---{ Audience }---
☑ Kids
☑ Teens
☐ Adults
☐ Grandma

---{ PC Requirements }---
☐ Check if you can run paint
☐ Potato
☑ Decent
☐ Fast
☐ Rich boi
☐ Ask NASA if they have a spare computer

---{ Game Size }---
☐ Floppy Disk
☐ Old Fashioned
☑ Workable
☐ Big
☐ Will eat 10% of your 1TB hard drive
☐ You will want an entire hard drive to hold it
☐ You will need to invest in a black hole to hold all the data

---{ Difficulty }---
☐ Just press 'W'
☐ Easy
☑ Easy to learn / Hard to master
☐ Significant brain usage
☐ Difficult
☐ Dark Souls

---{ Grind }---
☑ Nothing to grind
☐ Only if u care about leaderboards/ranks
☐ Isn't necessary to progress
☐ Average grind level
☐ Too much grind
☐ You'll need a second life for grinding

---{ Story }---
☐ No Story
☑ Some lore
☐ Average
☐ Good
☐ Lovely
☐ It'll replace your life

---{ Game Time }---
☐ Long enough for a cup of coffee
☐ Short
☑ Average
☐ Long
☐ To infinity and beyond

---{ Price }---
☐ It's free!
☐ Worth the price
☑ If it's on sale
☐ If u have some spare money left
☐ Not recommended
☐ You could also just burn your money

---{ Bugs }---
☐ Never heard of
☑ Minor bugs
☐ Can get annoying
☐ ARK: Survival Evolved
☐ The game itself is a big terrarium for bugs

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