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Dexterity, timing, good hearing, the ability to count up to 4, they’re all needed to play Deth Toll II.
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Keep the spirit of Christmas alive before it bleeds out.
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Who says a zombie apocalypse has to stop a working girl from making a little cash?
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Pilot the spaceship The Silver Future on a journey nine billion miles from Earth.
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Sex, violence, dangerous driving - that's politics for you.
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Stamina. Patience. Tenacity. Without these you'll never get the high score.
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Free Carl from the Mooninites. Assorted weapons available.
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There comes a time in every squid's life when he must launch himself from a moving car.
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There's nothing worse than a poorly played guitar. Don't do it, you'll just look silly.
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Detectives, talking cars and balls of steel. Just another day in East L.A.
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A game that does exactly what it says on the tin - fill punks with lead, protected by a silver badge
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Can Dr. Quinn prevent Stormy from blowing up Sealab? Probably not.
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Oh we do like to be beside the seaside... firing Meatwad out of a cannon.
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The food chain; we're top of it, algae are bottom of it, hedgehogs are below half way.
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Carl has lost his noggin. Help the poor fella get it back.
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Someone's taken a shine to Stroker and Hoop's livers. Chianti anyone?
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You've got a job to do. But do this instead
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It's time for Brock to kick major ninja ass.
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Join Tom Peters and the Mayor on a cyber fantasy of ideation.
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Lets make lots of money!
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