This game has to be one of the most elaborate games I have ever played. With that being said I have to say that it is lacking in the originality department. You see the way it works around here is either you get hard or someone gets you hard. That might not make sense but let me explain. Last summer I was on a bus ride to Somalia so help build a school on my way off the bus a kid stole my backpack and ran off. I was sad at first but I knew that the little guy probably needed it more than me. I caught up with our group guide and asked him about where I could buy a new backpack and he asked me why I needed one. I told him about the little kid and he told me that It was probably not a kid but a grown man. You see the folk of Somalia suffer from malnutrition and it causes there growth to stop at a young age. I thought about all the moments in my life that had let up to this moment and how truly blessed I was to be able to spend my time helping people less fortunate.

Later that night we arrived at the hotel. It was nothing special and there was only one bathroom down the street from us. My guide told the group that we would not have our own rooms but would sleep In rooms that can only be described as something that would be on a train. "Packed in our own little sardine cans," he said. I thought that was funny for some reason and gave out a light chuckle but no one else seemed to think it was funny. We all were tired from our long hike there and decided to fall into bed or in my case fall up to bed after all my bed was on a higher level. When I woke in the morning I was greeted to the laughter of and talking of people on the street. I thought that was funny how people that we would consider to have nothing were still able to put on a smile and greet the day with a bright new face each day.

We all got dressed and packed up our stuff. My guide even went out and got me a new backpack. For a man that lived in Somalia, he was incredibly generous for a man that worked just about every day of the year. I grabbed him by the hips and bent down and sucked the fat out of his a.s.s. He squealed with excitement as.s his fart hit my tongue. I thought it was weird how hit fart tasted like ketchup on my wet tongue as I began to explore his canal with my tongue. After breakfast, we headed out to the school we had a lot of work ahead of ourselves. Which brings us back to the game. It sucks farts just like my trip to Smolia. By the way, the school burned down and all the kids died including that one f.uck-er who stole my backpack rest in species you little sh,i.t.