Herbert
DoDonPachi 1997
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winter time, midnight on the highway, as black as black can be, except for the heavy snowfall in your high-beams, bearing down on you so fast, swirling dancing dots of light, the only thing you see, they're beautiful aren't they? The light show of the snow-sirens hypnotizes you, you wrap your car around a telephone pole, try again, don't get so distracted.