sergiomonty said:
Bzzit said:
sergiomonty said:
Adsolution said:
sergiomonty said:
Leaps of faith? tons of them
I asked you to give me one solitary example like two years ago, and you didn't. You just replayed the game, and you still haven't. Face it, you're terrible at video games!
I'm platformer king, babe. 100%'d Super Mario World, Donkey Kong Country, and the original Sonic trilogy among others. Rayman 1 is Radical Rex level of shit.
Why should I waste my time showing you examples when you're a sandy vagina and will keep seeing your stupid game with fanboy eyes, defending it with cape and sword like it's the fucking god and savior of gaming. You'll insult me, even if I'm right, so what's the fucking point? I've learned the fucking pattern already.
Leave Radical Rex the fuck out of this. Fucking Dare you to post this shit in the Radical Rex forum. I guarantee the fans there will not take this shit as lightly as users on this forum have regarding Rayman.
...So, there's a Radical Rex fandom? woah.
Yes. I loved Radical Rex more than any other platformer from the 90s. To me, he was clearly the undisputed champion of the genre. More successful mascot's were nothing more than false prophets to me and unlike the other kids on the playground, I could see past Sonic's bullshit, Bubsy's illegitimacy and don't get me started on that swine Mario. Radical Rex taught me how to skate. I used to dress up as him and lay down eggs I had scavenged from the fridge, skating over them as if they were collectibles from the game. The bruises and scolding I received from my dad as punishment were worth it. Nothing could beat the feeling of assuming the role of Rad Rex.
Little did I know my boarding skills and street cred that I acquired by emulating Rex's sweet moves would land me a beautiful muse. I was 16, Rad Rex was still on my mind, my skating and Rad Rex cosplay had now evolved from mere childplay but now a sophisticated avenue for me to push my campaign. A campaign to show the nay-sayers that Rad Rex woudl NEVER die, and someday, SOMEDAY, a sequel would release. A sequel so fucking good it would wipe the smug grin off Mario's fat head and leave Sonic dead in his tracks. Summer vacation '96 - A female spectator watched as I teared up the local shopping mall sporting my rad rex costume and custom board, my mega phone was firmly taped to my mouth, making my petty jawline and mouth instead appear mighty and extruded just like Rex's. I even glued teeth from my late Rottweiler Rex to the opening of the megaphone, making the cosplay that more authentic and intimidating to those drek Mario and sonic phone who would fucking dare cross me on the street. As I roared, my dinosaur roars. educating the mindless sheeple of Rad rex and what he has to offer as a platforming mascot, a female moved in my direction. As the damsel approached me, I thought nothing of it, and like the many hundreds of individuals I had mindlessley expressed of my cause to that day, I began my normal routine.. My mind was wandering and my eyes glazed, until I felt her woman hood tremble before; she was not like the others. This sexual awaking led my gaze to her chest (lads u know what im talking about ayyy lmao) and there I noticed something wodnerous. The most spectacular thing I had witnessed thus far in my life. It was not the firm, supple tits, but in fact the Rad rex Logo spread across her tank top. She was a fan, I had found my soul mate. I made love to her that day. and several times afterwards. She would only refer to me as "Rex" with such quote as "ooohhh rex that is so radical" you ge tthe idea. Another quirk is the fact she would require that I wear my Rex attire during our intimate moments.
I prayed to rex multiple times daily after that and thanked him for giving me the gift of pussy. Those Sonic fanfucks and Mario cultists could not bring me down now; What SOnic fan can honestly say they got real poontang from there devotion to Sonic?. I was a god. Rex was a god. I thought this was indication that a sequel was in the post.. I felt certain.
But I was wrong.
My girlfriend shared my radical views on radical Rex. We had established a gang of fellow Rad Rex fanboys - an army even. Our campaign was stronger than ever. We would infiltrate midnight launches of various Mario games and go head to head with some of the most vicious Mario fans youd ever seen. It was a bloody mess, but the sheer adrenaline I got from pounding a Mario fan in the jaw was exhilarating. I was addicted to this lifestyle and so was my gf. We were consumed by Rad Rex, it fuled our hatred for those who oppose him and garner hope for his inevitable comeback into the gaming market.
We were over her place. It was like any other Sunday. We were about to beat Rad Rex for 700th time together, it was a very special time. I had baked a special Rex cake for her, and had hidden it in her bathroom cupboard earlier that day. As she was fixated on beating stage 9, I quietly left the room and went to grab the cake. I could not wait to see the look on her face. As hastily opened the cupboard I knocked some of the contents onto the floor. Luckily the cake was just fine, but something grey caught my stare. It was a game cartridge. It was turned over on the floor. I assumed it was another copy of Rad rex she had lying around. Maybe she would take it in the bath and touch herself over the artwork of Rex. I did not mind this though as me and Rex were intertwined - one whole. As I unsuspectingly flipped the game over I saw the devil stare right through my souls. The devil sporting plumber's attire. That fat fuck Mario was staring right at me. In the moment my hopes, dreams and life collapsed together into the cataclysm. I was in awe, stunned. When reality returned, anger followed and next thing I know bounded back into the bedroom, fist clenched tightly around the Mario bros 3 cartridge. I lunged the cartridge at my girlfriend. She shrieked and dropped the controller. I told her to pause the fuckign game so rex didn't have to hear this. She did this without question, but as she looked at the anti-christ I had just thrown a t her fear shook her body and before I knew it let out a mighty roar. She tried toe xplain and gave me bullshit excuse after excuse. I would have none of it. I told her to fucking leave, then stupidly realized it was her palce so I let my self out instead, telling her she was a cheating, backstabbing whore and I did not want to see her EVER again.
My campain was finished. i was a mess. I missed the rule34 hentai my slutfuck gf drew of Rad Rex. I missed my campaigns and curbstomping Sonic fans at Sonic con. I had been misguided by a succubus and failed Rex. Years passed and I saw the Sonic fans grow stronger on Deviant art. The Mario fans boasting online about the Metacritic of Galaxy, while Rex was dead. I was dead.
I knew I couldn't give up. With the internet growing larger by the day, I hung up my costume and skateboard and decided to create a platform. A platform where likeminded Rad Rex follower could come together and worship our saviour. No filthy sluts, Mario fans, or trolls would get in my way. The only thing that matters to me now is the comeback of Rex and me and my army on the Radrex fan forum will have our justice when our long awaited sequel is released.
If that fuck Crash Banfdicoot can comeback then so can Rex