Look, to me it was white, beautiful white, and then the white was shrieking for the green, and the little triangle created a force field. People see very sexy things — dirty minds! — but to me sex is sex, and triangles are triangles.
Compelling game, simple gameplay. It’s amazing how the inclusion of a countdown clock, global record-keeping, and “real world” competitors enhances a game’s playability tenfold.
I set up a group, and am taking on all challengers:
It’s hard to know just what did happen at that hut in the Huánuco valley. Was this latest pishtaco story a ruse, part of some clumsy cover-up involving government death squads and corrupt politicians? Or were the suspects really murdering peasants for their fat and selling it off to shamans and witch doctors? Or were they a gang of murderous drug dealers, playing pishtaco to exploit the fears of local villagers and intimidate their rivals?
Maybe it is all about the frogs. A master prestidigitator tells the story of the children in bondage, with child genius Stanley Spector playing Moses.
