Mad Metal Review – Mad Max Meets Tetsuo in a Scrapyard Fight Club
A wasteland of vehicles intent on your demise, without an Aussie in sight.
A wasteland of vehicles intent on your demise, without an Aussie in sight.
There's sand in my crack.
People are strange, especially those in Chamomile Peaks.
The chief with the fresh, minty breath.
Not pinball, not Pong, but repeated pandemonium.
Need a mental reset? This is the first step.
Five hearts, ten tits and some Seoul.
With Thor's hammer, and Odin's slippers, we might just do this.
Your friendly neighbourhood sniper.
You know, I'll think I'll just stay here in my room.