I love this game.

Remembering

I needed some time to get myself together before I could officially talk about Job's passing. He was the visionary behind the only entertainment I had for three very long days, and someone whom I can only compare to my dad.

I was going to go to America for my Second Coming...

But they don't seem to take too kindly to immigrants named Jesus.

Did someone steal your breakfast?

Um, thank you, but I will pass...