IT'S PONG
I don't know how to sell this game to you. No idea. It's Pong. That's it. Pong with fancier graphics.
I don't know how to sell this game to you. No idea. It's Pong. That's it. Pong with fancier graphics.
I'll have to ask you to do some imagination work here. Envision me. In my normal, human form. I'm begging you, i'm on my knees, knees on the floor, weeping like a baby, imploring you to play this game, because i don't know what else could entice you to play it if not the fact that playing it will get me to stop crying. It's that bad. This was a full week, well more like 6 days, of hard work. At least 1 hour a day everyday. Sometimes 2. I put my soul in this. Please play it, so i can stop crying.
That's it? Done? Done with your imagination work? Imagined me doing all those things? Ok, will you play the game now? Will you?
