There is nothing on god's earth that can keep me from Nozomi Tojo. There is no army big enough, no law enforced enough, and no devil harsh enough that would keep me away from this woman. And I mean that in the most respectful, non threatening way possible. I can not stress enough the fact that All I want from any piece of love live media is to see this, perfect specimen happy. All the time, 100% of the time. And if any of you, Neo-Fascist, American hating, dog punching nincompoops disagree, catch me at your nearest nerd convention. If you can brave the stanky must of such events, and muscle through the people wanting to kill you over an autograph from some niche microcelebrity. I am very willing to engage in fisticuffs with you, and succeed. There is no challenge too difficult to prove my admiration for this godsent, totally real, totaly goes to a different school character. Thank you friends.

Competing for my favorite racing game ever. Great cars, beautiful maps, and several modes that keep you entertained for hours. I once dumped so many hours into this game growing up that I actually considered racing as a profession. Now as it stands, I have lost that dream and am instead stuck as a wage slave for "the man" Let this be a lesson for the kids on this god forsaken website. Do not let your dreams falter. Focus on what it is YOU want out of life.And not what these, horse shit eating, boot licking, cooperate dictating scumbags want you to be. Because once you sign a deal with these soul sucking troglodytes, its so hard to get out. And if you ever find yourself with any doubts of who you are or what you're doing, Just know that your old pal Subby always believes in you. Now go out there and show em why it is your license has been suspended for 2 and a half years.

Boys, girls, and GAMERS. Your good buddy pal Subby is here to spit some mad game. To share the secrets of the trade. I have been playing this game for years. I have been playing this franchise for longer. Not only is this one of the best games in the franchise, but its also the easiest to break. I, will tell you how.
Step 1:Get the SRT Tomahawk by any means necessary. This means grinding it or purchasing the dlc pack for it. Don't look at me like that, The pack is cheaper than a soda at your local shitty corner store. This car is worth it.

Step 2: Start a race in one of the standard circular racing tracks. Particularly one that is long with grueling turns.

Step 3:Grab a buddy. Don't have a buddy?Try to meet someone at school or at your local supermarket and force your new pal at gunpoint to get this game.

Step 4:Start the race and set both cars on auto drive.

Step 5:Wait. Grab a doughnut maybe actually get to KNOW your new found friend. Think about someone other than yourself for once.

Step 6:Congratulations. You now have several hundred thousand credits. Buy some cars, take some pictures, and win some races.

Thank me later, slugger ;)

If the storm troopers in the movies had the aim of the basement dwelling, feet loving, inbred freaks that you find in the matchmaking for this game, we would not have gotten past the first half an hour of episode 1. The only time I ever actually did good in this game post BF2, it turns out I was killing the same guy. That guy then threatened to kill me over ps4 messages, very cool. I calmly informed this good man that I would love nothing more to violently separate his internal organs from the rest of his body. But if I were to come into close contact with a guy who probably eats feces soup and has enough black mold on his walls to knock out a hoard of raging bulls, That I would likely pass out from profuse vomiting. And instead of going through with this worst case scenario, I reported him to PlayStation. In short, just get battlefront 2. The "People" Who regularly Que up for this game will impede your experience greatly.