So i figured out a new addiction. Bike rider. That game is SOOOOOO fucking fun. I don’t know how many countless hours i’ve spent playing that little game. That jolly little tune that just makes my head wanna EXPLODE.
What if that little guy was a person who was mean to people riding bikes? Like what if when he was born, his father taught him to hate the FUCK out of everyone who rode bikes, and growing up, everytime he saw a person on a bike, he just shoved them off and throw the bike into traffic, or off a mountain, or down a volcano, or SOMETHING extreme. Then one bright sunshine filled day, he dies. As he stands at the gates of heaven, he’s lifted off his feet and PLUNGED STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTLESS PITS OF HELL. He falls on a spike pillar right in front of Satan, who has a giant HD Tv beside him when the little guys life. Satan see’s this guys life and decides to make him ride a bike jumping on some icebergs. FOREVER. The same song plays NO MATTER WHAT.
THAT is that little guys hell. That’s gotta suck.