LossForWords
A mysterious Brazilian mammal responsible for 385 war crimes around the world.
Creator of Omertá, Red Spiral '93, and Outback Anarchy.
New tricks. New tools. New expedition. Still the same british thrill-seeker.
A one way return to Mars. Back to Hell with you.
A throbbing headache the size of a rice grain. Harley's got a gun again.
UV-Tyson with a twist.
YOU'RE DEAD. PRESS R TO RESTART.
Misfortune preys on the innocent. It's such a long way down.
A job is a job. Tough luck, bambino.
No mercy, no honor, no humanity.
Booze, bullets and bombs. Crikey.
1989. Technicolor blood drains down the gutters. The pupil contracts.
2093. Your veins feel like gunfire. Prescription: .50 AE, .45 ACP, .50 BMG.
1989. The sun throbs a violent pink under your blown out pupils.
Mysterious artifacts and marbled stone. One tough thrillseeking Brit.
Spiritual sequel to my first mod. Just a bunch of guns, assembled into a pack.
Blinking signals and rusty nails on weathered wood. Deposit complete.
Arizona sucks? Go to Hell.
Seek and destroy. Leave no survivors.
Harley's got a gun.
This is the beginning. 16 weapons, no compromise.