Birth, death, and a level.
by easy0neasy0ff on Comments
Atomic Punk for gameboy. Bomberman-esque. Yesturday was my birthday. It was also the day my parent's dog died. I usually get a phone call from my mother asking me if I feel any older. This year she called me tell me how Fantasia ( the dog ) was acting weird. They took it to the vet and found out it had cancer in the stomach. It was too big to do anything about, and Fantasia was too old ( 15 ) to help, so they had to put it too sleep. My father cried. It was a bad day to turn 25.