Just the other night I fought off Tyrannosaurus Rex using a chain gun attached to the back of a pimped out silver Jeep. While the driver swerved down a city street, I let each bullet go with a feeling of, "Yes! I am the man! and this T Rex is not!" Every time a bullet hit the T Rex a little number would appear and disappear, signifying that I had subtracted that amount of life from his total health points.
You think this sounds awesome? Wait till you hear about my bikini squad zombie slayers dream.
Mixing real life with video games has sort of become something to do.
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