He was born in the swamps of Louisiana, where he spent his days punching gators in the crotch and funneling gumbo til his eyes bled. Then one day, a powerful foreign entity dragged him across several state lines, and tethered him to the Colorado Rockies, where he lives in perpetual fear of freezing to death and there is nary a gator crotch in sight for punching. Now he hides inside, dreading snow flurries, and hammering away reviews and non-nonsensical ramblings for the outhouse overlords (cuz apparently someone saw fit to lord over outhouses).
The Monster Mash - Godzilla: Rulers of Earth Vol. 2 Review
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Monsters punch each other... A LOT! If you you are seeking further depth, turn around right now. Seriously... its not much more than monster mayhem. Do we need more than that?