Warhammer? Imagine a scenario if you will.
That's right, motherfucking apples. Those green delicious sons of bitches ruin my life on a daily basis. I suffer from a delicious addiction. In a crowd, you'd be able to pick me out in two ways. The first one is probably my ill-fitting tie die shirts, my long braided hippie hair, the dozens of necklaces and other trinkets I carry around my neck and finally, the very fact that I look like something that swam out of a 1967 Grateful Dead concert. The second way to recognize me is, yeah, apples. I
I got Bastion and I want to trade it for Battlefield 2/Offers/Torchlight 2/Orcs must Die 2
THIS IS NOT A JOKE, IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH, FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA DO NOT READ THIS. I AM DOING REVIEWS OF SHITTY FICS FOR MONTHS NOW AND IT SCARRED ME NON THE LESS!
So, this is the first time that I'm reviewing a clopfic of any description. Ugh, this is a milestone for me, and I'm 99% sure it's not a nice one. Why am I reviewing this one? Well, except the fact that it's mindbogglingly horrible... Wait, there are no other reasons. Oh, right, my ever worsening schizophrenia! Also, HATS!
All right boys and gals, gather round! Today I got a piece of fanfiction that received a 100% negative score, getting 7 thumbs down and 0 thumbs up. It's a Dragon Age crossover of some form. That fact alone should have you thinking. Dragon Age is my least favourite RPG ever made making this fic a natural enemy of mine. There's very little I can say before we get into this except that it's about a shitty self-insert or some other bullshit like that. Let the terror begin!