Deep inside a Delaware strip mall closet, an old, forgotten Pentium computer's NPC.EXE is running wild, compiling deranged and out-dated modmails that read... well, retarded like THIS! Any local frogs up for a mission? Please find & unplug this poor museum relic of a PC! It is suffering! 🐸
(media.greatawakening.win)
YOU'VE GOT BETA MALE!
The dude that lived in the barracks room beside me at my first base had an Amiga. He kept having to get it fixed because he was using all of the copied games and kept getting viruses all the time.