I had an epiphany on my way to work this morning, as I sped up to prevent a slow-moving and vision-obscuring construction vehicle from getting in front of me on the freeway: one day all of the folks I terrorize and fuck over on the way to work are going to be waiting for me in the parking lot at my place of employment. They will likely be armed with guns, pitchforks, torches, and baseball bats dipped in glue then rolled in broken glass.
Well, the unthinkable happened this weekend, after being sick fro heat exhaustion for the latter half of the week I was forced to travel to Oklahoma this weekend to celebrate my wife's grandmother's (that looks like too many possessives...but it's not) 98th birthday and pick up a new car. However, on the way back I was unable to stave off my inner carnivore and bought a half pound of Robertson's Beef Jerky...which inevitably crammed itself into every nook and cranny in my teeth.
Video games tend to focus on professional badasses, soldiers, ninjas, and cops who save the day because it’s their job. However, every once in awhile a developer will create a game that pulls a protagonist from the working class and make a hero out of him.
