I remember this released the same day as a Taylor Swift album. Walking into a class I told my bud "hey, today's the big day" and some random ass girl behind us said "you're a Swiftie too?" That's the day all of my problems began. Fuck you, 11/11/21.
Completing time trials on the nipples that the PS Vita labels as "joysticks" is the video game equivalent of repeatedly bashing your head against the wall just to hope for different results after the 50th time
Blood of the Dead made me learn morse code. This game has actually forced me to develop a skill which will likely never prove useful to me, but a skill none the less. Fuck you Jason Blundell.