Warm fuzzies and cold pricklies is a fable about the hazards of VD.

Now that the keyboard and mouse are no longer the driving factor for FPS gaming, people are going to greener pastures and leaving their PC’s in a field with the old cows, take those keyboards and join the old jug band slap those keys and holler like an old hound dog in heat when and swing that mouse around like a Visigoth hunting soldiers of Rome. Swing that mouse weapon as you prance through the meadow littered with Holstein Boxes and CPU’s rusting like an old tractor, the old cows with sagging utters will lift their heads to your song, they will bellow for your attention and then you will serenade them will vigor and Sinatra. This ain’t no Love Boat, Isaac won’t give you no bull to impress the ladies with. And I am talking about platonic relations, which is bestiality of the soul. Get up next to those Bovine lovers and feel their four stomachs purring with the bubbling cud, their grassy breath and gassy behinds only showcase the brilliance of the magic of their gastro intestinal exposѐ. I say give me a Brown Swiss and I will hand you an eternity of milk and warm cozy nights in a barn made for two.

What I really want from FORZA 4 is livestock? Where are the horses, pigs and goats? I could ride them around a track. All livestock I’m sure are automatic and the gears don’t shift to fast…I mean we’ve all seen what horses do all day…that’s not brain food. Or maybe some giant kittens, I would love to outrace a Lamborghini on a giant kitten named Patches.