As a child, Fallout 2 is a wonderful game, but very probably for only about half of the right reasons.
Elements of imperfection are as much a part of a relationship as the parts that work flawlessly.
One melon, one conversation, and one favor at a time.
At exactly six in the morning, the cries of a rooster pierce through the peaceful rest of the farmhouse.
A frankly silly journey that works much better than it probably should.