I made the OkCupid profile of the Worst Woman on Earth, hoping to prove that there exists an online dating profile so loathsome that no man would message it. I failed.
The first game came out over 15 years ago, and if you've long stopped paying attention, you'll be surprised by the bizarre things that have happened to the series.
While visiting an old church or park, when suddenly ... penises. Penises everywhere.
Take a good, long look at Fido, because maybe, just maybe, he's been trying to kill you for years and years. Maybe he already did kill you.
Everyone tried so hard to go 'viral' that the word barely has any meaning anymore.
In the face of relentless pressure to keep coming up with new supervillains, publishers wound up greenlighting ideas that really should have screamed 'bad idea' at the doodle stage.
'Revolution' used to be a word with meaning. Now, any hack British comedian can use it to their desire.
Why must it always be boring old Santa? There are so many badass Christmas characters out there, just waiting for their time in the limelight.
It's as if they were fighting a real war with the same selfless abandon with which you'd fight in a video game.
There's a subgenre of a subgenre of fiction devoted entirely to Christmas. And it's mostly about ladies who want rough sex from the Krampus.