I just spent 15 minutes evading the police with nothing but a pistol and a scooter. Be in real life this is not, virtual reality is where it's at. Saints Row: The Third as a matter of fact. I decided to take a break from the traditional gang overlord things to do such as finding crates of sex dolls and or blowing up boats. It was fun, sometimes it's just nice to go back to your crime roots and have a little muck about with law enforcement. Virtually of course, I would never advocate crime. In Saints Row all sorts of crimes are made fun; insurance fraud is glorified, killing people is glamorised and best of all nitrous is at the heart of all things swaggerous.
Carrying on with the maverick theme, tonight I have football, and I aim to wreak all sorts of havoc. Expect broken legs, bloodied noses and shattered hopes. The broken leg is probably going to be Patrick's though, his legs are roughly as thick as an average piece of twine. The bloodied nose? Probably Pat again, he tends to be the player who's tossed about more than his fair share. Finally, and most predictably, the shattered hopes are sure to be those of Young Boys. On that sombre note I shall leave you to enjoy the rest of your day. Mwah.
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