2009-08-04
From: steve
Comments: what a game, my 1st game on the master system, and the 1st one i bought again on ebay!!!
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Penguin Land
2011-09-12
From: Steve
Comments: Have you returned to lead this site into a new Golden Age of game reviews and sick stories?
Rating: n/a
Penguin Land
2011-08-13
From: Steve
Comments: I can't believe you deleted the touching story about my mother sexually abusing me! Monster!
Rating: n/a
Krustys Fun House
2011-04-29
From: Steve
Comments: I'm always interested in hearing about those kinds of experiences, Scott. While my own mother and I were kind of on another level entirely, your mom sounds a lot like the mom of one of my best friends growing up. His name was Aaron and he had three older brothers, so I guess his mom (who was a real cutie, in a mom sort of way) was more accustomed to dried semen than a San Fernando Valley dry cleaner. We'd be in his room playing video games and she'd come in for the laundry and ask if his "special rag" needed to be cleaned again. Yeah, he used a rag for his, I just used tissues mostly. Her brazenness would also sort of embarrass him, but he'd always answer yes or no. If yes, she would go over to his nightstand and take it out of the top drawer. She'd always look it over and make some sort of cute little joke about how busy Aaron had been lately or that there was room for a couple more (I liked how she would try to include me, or at least I thought). Sweet woman, really sweet. Often we would watch tv in the family room of Aaron's house because it had a huge projection television, very cool for it's day. Anyway, his mom would be there sometimes, straightening up, dusting, folding laundry, reading, or whatever, and every once and a while she'd raise her head up and tell us that if we needed to "stroke off" to not mind her being there. The first time she ever said it, we just sheepishly laughed and said "okay" or something, but she would say it more and more often, one day finally adding that she wasn't kidding, that if we needed to do it, to just do it, no big deal. I was never much into masturbating with other guys present, but the idea intrigued me in the extreme. Part of me was curious if she was really serious about not minding (the look in her face either way would be priceless) and part of me (hell, most of me) just loved the idea of masturbating in front of woman and, on some level, for a woman. I asked Aaron one day about it and about whether his mom had ever seen him beat it. He said "no", but he said his older brothers used to do it out in the open all the time, he just preferred a certain basic privacy. That was all well and good, but the next time we were over at his house and his mom asked if we needed to, I decided I needed to and took out my cock and started to go at it. She said, "Oh, okay, nice one, Stephen. Do you want me to get you a towel or Kleenex or something?" I told her Kleenex would be fine; it was really weird to masturbate in front of two other people who were basically just sitting there doing nothing. She handed me the tissue and asked Aaron, "what about you, hon? Don't you need a cum?" Well, between my stroking and her questioning, the peer pressure became to much for Aaron and he took his dick out and started up, too. His mom said, "I'll go get your rag, sweetie" and ran upstairs and back down, well-used rag in hand. She gave it to him and said, "Now, that couch isn't Scotchguarded, so when you boys cum, use to coffee table to get whatever gets away from you." We both said "okay" and after another five minutes or so of beating it, I got up off the couch and onto my knees in front of the glass coffee table, placed the tissue on the table under and in front of my cock, and finished stroking myself off. After another minute, the last of seven or eight good, strong jets of semen shot out, mostly landing on the tissues, but with some overshooting onto the glass surface of the table. Aaron's mom then said, "Oh, boy....that's gotta be a relief, huh? I'll go get some paper towels and clean that up." She did so, wiping up the semen and spraying Windex on the glass and wiping them again. She then gestured for me to hand her the Kleenex. As I did, she told me, "You've got a little bit there on the tip of your penis, Steven" and deftly wiped it off with the Kleenex. She then turned to Aaron and said, "No hurry, hon...I'll wait, though, to see if you make a mess, too" and smiled at me. After a minute, he knelt, like I did, in front of the table with the rag in front of him. He soon came, not in spurts as I did, but rather dribbling out what became a considerable load neatly onto the already stained rag. "Feel better, don't you, hon?" she asked as she grabbed and folded up the rag, wiping the head of Aaron's dick as she left to throw away my mess and to launder his. We both sat there awkwardly until she came back and, noticing our discomfort, said, "Don't ever be embarrassed about feeling good. It's good for you to cum and you didn't do anything you haven't done alone a hundred times, why not with your friend?" We agreed, though as friends we never actually did it without her present. Hell, that's what got me off, don't know about Aaron.
Rating: n/a
Tennis Ace
2011-04-28
From: Steve
Comments: When I was around 17 or so, my aunt and uncle and 13 year old (female) cousin came to visit as part of a larger family reunion that my parents had put together. My cousin and I had always gotten along okay, but we weren't particularly close due to the fact that we just didn't see each other very often. Anyway, as the only two people there (so far) even remotely close to our own ages, we ended up spending more time together during that couple of days than we probably had during our whole lives. There wasn't much to do; we played basketball and video games, but mostly watched television and carried on what, for teenagers, passes for conversation. It started out as pretty basic small talk, but after a few hours of learning next to nothing about one another, she abruptly started asking me rather personal questions like whether or not I had a girlfriend or whether I thought this or that tv star was hot. After receiving more or less satisfactory answers to those kinds of questions, she then asked me if I had any porno magazines. I told her I had some old Playboys that used to be (and still officially were) my dads. She asked if she could see them and I said okay, but that they were in my closet. I led her to my room, dug at the Playboys and handed her a couple of them. She thumbed through them quickly, stopping briefly every time a nude body flashed in front of her eyes. She then asked, "Where are the guys? All I see are naked women, don't they have pictures of people screwing?" I said, "No, not in Playboy. They don't even show, well, you know..." Evidently she didn't, because she stared back at me with a quizzical look on her face. I quickly realized that a 13 year old girl's knowledge of skin mags is bound to be far less than my own, thus I added, "uh, pussies, they don't show the women's pussies." She looked disappointed, but then said, "I don't care about that, I wanted to see a dick. I've never seen a dick like in real life." What about her dad's, I asked, hadn't she ever seen her parents naked? She said yes, but added that, "that's not what I meant. Hard. I meant hard, erect. My mom told me that they get hard so they can go inside you. I thought a Playboy or something would show one, that's all. I've never seen one like that." I didn't know what to tell her after that, other than repeating the fact that Playboy doesn't have that kind of stuff. Before I could stammer out another awkward word, she asked me, almost half-whispering, if she could see mine. I managed to muster a surprised, "What?" leading her to ask again, more boldly, "Can I see yours? I just want to see it." Well, I knew immediately that this was something I should not do; I knew it was wrong, but when some girl, any girl, asks you if she can see your penis, what man honestly has the fortitude to say no? Some probably do, I guess, but I was not one of those, probably not now, certainly not at 17. I told her I'd show her but that she had to keep it a secret. She nodded in the affirmative and so I poked my head out of my door to check that everyone else was still outside setting up everything for the reunion and bullshitting about adult crap. The coast being clear, I closed and locked the door, closed the blinds, and then, standing in front of her, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down to around my knees. Well, there it was, right in front of her. She looked intently, but as it was still flaccid, there was nothing much to stare at as of yet. Just being in the presence of a female started it on it's journey upward, but she then said, "It isn't hard, can you make it get hard for me? I've seen them like this. Make it get hard, please." She didn't know it, but those words did about as much good for her cause as anything I was going to do. Wanting to seem in control of the process, I gave myself a few token strokes and within a matter of seconds my penis was in it's full glory (which generally isn't anything to write home about, but to a girl her age, maybe). She looked over every inch of my penis (yes, all six) and down to my balls, her face never betraying the fact that she was doing something so out of the ordinary. "It got a lot bigger", she said, "I like it. It looks nice." Confronted by a compliment I never considered receiving, I replied with a rather lame-sounding "thanks". Then, as if reading my mind, she asked a question that most any boy or man dreams of hearing, "Can I touch it?" I stammered out another, "What?" She again, nonchalantly, repeated, "Can I touch it? I want to know what it feels like, just for a second." In for a penny, in for a pound, I said "okay" and she reached up and touched the shaft of my penis, gingerly at first, just with her fingertips, but she soon wrapped her fingers around it as much as she could. "It's warm and soft. I mean...it's hard, but soft at the same time. The skin is soft", she observed as her hand now slid over the glans to the very tip and then back down the shaft. "I know about masturbating", she said, then asking, "how do you do it, do you just stroke it back and forth like that?" I told her that I have to grip it a bit firmer than she had and from just behind the head. "The head..", she repeated. "Yeah" I said, "and you grip it hard enough so that the skin slides back and forth over the head, not your hand itself." She then followed these inadvertent instructions and started slowly stroking my cock. "How long will it take until you ejaculate?" she asked with an oddly clinical ring to her voice (home schooled, my aunt had been teaching her the birds and the bees, I found out later). I answered that it usually took a few minutes at least. "I am doing right? You do it. I want to see you ejaculate. Make it ejaculate, please." As she let go, I said "okay" and started my own expert stroking, a skill honed by what was already years of practice. After a minute, I told her to go over to my nightstand and to get a couple of tissues. "For the semen?" she said, getting up. "Yes" I said, "two or three will do." Another couple of minutes went by until I felt that point of no return coming on and said, "oh, okay, I'm gonna cum. Hold the Kleenex up in front of it, okay?" She nodded and did so, waiting another ten seconds or so until the first violent spurt of semen shot out past the tissues in her upraised hands. "Oh..." she let out, "oh...oh... gross!" as she managed to catch most of it with the tissue. I squeezed out the last drops onto the tissue, then pulled my pants back up, assuming that the show was over. She stared down at the tissue, now soaked through with my cum. "Gross" she said again, "it's like snot. Oh...it's getting on my hands! Ugh..." She dropped the tissues and they fell rather heavily to the floor not far from where that first jet of semen had landed. She then lifted her hands to her nose and smelled where the cum had soaked through the tissues and onto her skin. "Ugh, it smells.." she said. Emboldened by the whole amazing episode, I said, "I dare you to taste it." With a grimace she said, "No way! It's disgusting!" I then said (almost argumentatively), "Come on, you asked my to show you my dick. You asked me if you could touch my dick. They you ask me to jerk off for you...Just do this one thing in return." She glared at me as she seemed to be thinking it over; I don't know why I really wanted her to do it, it just seemed an obvious thing at the time. After a bit, she meekly said "okay" and picked up the tissues and dipped a fingertip into a glob of semen. She then darted the barely moistened tip of that finger into her mouth with a frown. "No, that's not much of a taste" I said, "see if you can get that on the floor, there." She scowled, but crouched down and, with her thumb and forefinger, managed to bring up nearly the entire white, viscous wad from the floor. She played with it a bit as it would first cling to her finger, then to her thumb before she worked up the courage to put the whole quivering blob into her mouth. She did, pushing it around with her tongue until she could swallow it as quickly as possible, glowering at me the whole time and almost gagging until it finally slid down her throat. "That was so gross!" she said, "I need some water, where's the bathroom?" I unlocked the door as I told her and she left, not talking to me again until the next day. I thought she was pissed that she felt I made her do that, but if she was, she got over it pretty quickly if the next few days were any indication.
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Summer Games
2011-04-27
From: Steve
Comments: One summer back in the early '90s my sister kept walking in on me while I was masturbating. I didn't particularly mind on some level, but it had happened like five or six times and I began to feel that the fun was rather one sided. In that spirit, I made it my mission that summer to catch my sister when she was masturbating. Being a girl, her masturbatory habits proved to be far more elusive than my own, and I soon found myself content to settle for seeing my sister naked. As she was around seventeen at the time, this would be no mean accomplishment in itself. It wasn't long before a figured out that the bathroom would be my best bet to catch her in all her glory as she was in the habit of not closing the bathroom door tight when she was in any kind of hurry or just in a careless mood. This, coupled with the fact that she was known to sleep in the nude (learned via eavesdropping) made morning or night my best bet. An early to bed, early to rise kind of gal, I heard her one night get up and go into the bathroom about an hour after she had gone to bed. Seizing the opportunity, I snuck up to the bathroom door and, sure enough, it was closed, but not tight, though it was shut enough not to allow a curious little brother a peek. Listening carefully to my sister's rustling as I did so, I slowly, carefully pushed the door open ever so slightly until I finally, finally caught sight of her. While somehow I had hoped to find her peeing, the sight that greeted me was even more amazing: with a fresh tampon in her left hand, she was rubbing her clitoris with her right. She continued to do so for all of a minute or so before inserting the tampon into her vagina, the act of which was accompanied by a vaguely erotic (to me) sort of sigh. Knowing, or at least inferring, that the show was over, I quickly scurried down the hall, stopping around the corner so as to watch my sister's naked march back to her own room. Brief though it was, to my young mind it was glorious, her ass giggling slightly as she strode magnificently down the hall before disappearing into her room. Not being the subtle sort, I pulled my business out from my boxers and, dick in hand, began ruminating over the sights I had just seen. The first spurts came before too long and I managed to catch the evidence of my night's work in the palm of my left hand. As I started down the hall to wash up I heard my mother's voice from behind me say, "Go clean up and then come see me in my room. We need to talk." I quickly followed those instructions and walked sheepishly into my mom's bedroom. She gestured for me to sit down and as I did so she said that she knew what I had done and why I had done it, but she also told me in no uncertain terms that my sister's privacy is to always be respected. I told her that I would do so in the future and that I was sorry, but then my mother's own curiosity got the better of her. She asked what exactly I had seen my sister doing. I told her about the tampon and she told me that they have to be replaced every eight hours or so and that some sort of lubrication is often needed to insert them. She said that she had taught my sister to use her own natural lubricants by masturbating briefly to arouse herself so the tampon could be inserted more easily without the need for KY jelly or the like. My mom then excused me for bed, mentioning as I left that if I ever felt that I absolutely needed to see a real woman naked to ask her and she would oblige. That's what mothers are for she said, to support their children and help their children no matter what. I went to bed, not knowing at the time whether she was joking or not.
Rating: n/a
World Tournament Golf
2011-04-16
From: Steve
Comments: or a couple of years (great years, if you ask me!) my aunt dated a woman named Linda. She was very kind, and very understand of the relationship between my aunt and I. My aunt told Linda of our Solheim Cup escapade a couple years back and of the favor I had asked of my aunt at the time (could I put my dick in her). Upon learning from my aunt that I was still a virgin, Linda told me one day that she'd let me do it if it was okay with my aunt. She said it was fine as long as she got to watch. It was, it has to be said, about as casual an affair as losing one's virginity could be. We all sat down on my aunt's couch, Linda got up and took her jeans and panties off (bottomless has been my favorite look for women ever since) and told my aunt to get my dick out and stiffened up. My aunt, by now no stranger to my junk, unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees, reached into the fly of my boxers, and yanked out my cock and stroked it for a while, even though it was already hard by the time my jeans were down. My aunt then tended to Linda's pussy, rubbing her clit and testing her pussy for wetness with a probing finger. Linda was soon ready and climbed up onto the couch on her knees and positioned herself over me. She grabbed my dick with one hand to guide it into her pussy as she lowered herself onto it. It felt unbelievable, so warm and wet, slippery yet somehow secure. She then put her hands around my neck and started riding up and down on my cock. I managed to hold out maybe two minutes before I shot my load deep in her. Realizing the meaning of my sudden moans, and perhaps feeling the spasms of my ejaculation, Linda said to me quietly, "Good boy, that's a good boy". As the last spurts of my semen erupted inside Linda's warmth, my aunt stroked my hair and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Linda was post-menopausal, so while pregnancy wasn't a concern, the mess I left in her was. She quickly dismounted and covered her pussy with her hand while my aunt, clever woman that she is, equally quickly made her mouth available to help clean up. She lapped at Linda's pussy like a cat at a bowl of warm cream as Linda, with the help of gravity, managed to push out almost all of my seed and feed it into my aunt's eagerly waiting mouth. Soon finished, my aunt, still hungry for such an unorthodox snack, took my penis into her mouth and gently sucked out the last drops of cum. They then left me to watch television and went into the bedroom to help each other finish what the three of us had started. Linda was awfully special.
Rating: n/a
World Leaderboard Golf
2011-04-16
From: Steve
Comments: After Linda (I was sorry to see her go) my aunt started seeing a woman named Susan. She was rather butch, shall we say, very short hair, no makeup, cute face, though. Anyway, she was quite nice and she shared my aunt's fascination for penises and other man stuff and I was fortunate enough to be a safe outlet for their mutual curiosity. Usually, Susan would just ask me if I would jerk off for her so she (and my aunt, too, if she were around) could watch me cum. Though it isn't anything special, she also liked seeing my dick and would play with it and even kiss it every now and again (though she never sucked it or anything). Seeing that I would be masturbating at some point in a given day, anyway, I always obliged her requests to watch. With either one or two females watching me, I never took long to climax. Susan liked to catch the semen on a plate and would hold it up to my penis as I jerked away with her face just inches from the edge of the plate. I would always tell her when I was about to shoot because she wanted to be sure to see and capture every spurt. I often thought about pointing my cock, at that critical moment, away from the center of the plate and towards Susan's bright, cheery face (though it was always contorted slightly in anticipation of the event). I always thought better of it, however, and we were both content to see the warm jets of semen spurt out onto the plate. Having received the prize, Susan would play with it, running a fingertip through it for a taste. Strange stuff, I realize, but no harm no foul.
Rating: n/a
Aladdin
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: This game has made me think of video to the Christian Aguilera song "Genie in a Bottle". Thus, I am now masturbating furtively.
Rating: n/a
Golvellius
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: Tough break, Henrieke. You should have groped your sister's pussy while she was playing; she would have either liked it, leading to more sexual horseplay in the future, or she would have got up and left, leaving you to play (at least until a parent came in to beat your ass for molesting your sister). Such is life.
Rating: n/a
Gauntlet
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: That it is, Martin, but such fun is contingent upon one actually having friends. Having and keeping, really. I could make friends, keeping them was another matter. In a small town, word gets around about you asking the neighbor girl if you can smell her panties.
Rating: n/a
Great Golf
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: That's some pretty sick shit, but I'm not one to judge. Anyway, ever notice that there are a lot of rather attractive lady golfers nowadays? Paula Creamer is my favorite, and a very aptly named young woman, if I do say so myself. To be fair, though, whenever I see her, it is I who is the "creamer". I use girls' socks I buy in the junior miss department to catch the semen.
Rating: n/a
Global Golf
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: Natalie Gulbis, that's another lady golfer you can pull your dork to. My aunt is a lesbian, so it goes without saying that she love's women's golf. Anyway, I often watch the tournaments over at her house and both of us usually end up masturbating at least once. Nothing weird.
Rating: n/a
PGA Tour Golf
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: Morgan Pressel, that's yet another one. Like I said, my lesbo aunt and I sometimes watch ladies golf together and masturbate. We don't touch each other, or anything sick, but sometimes she'll have me cum in her hand so she can eat it and she'll let me lick her fingers when she's done diddling herself. Tastes great.
Rating: n/a
Putt Putter Golf
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: Wow, I wonder if that was really Michell Wie that wrote that comment? Kinda doubt it, but it brings to mind all the hot Asian lady golfers on the LPGA tour. Wie herself never lived up to the hype, but she was (and is) a sweet little piece. Me and my aunt both think so. My aunt let me cum on her face once, I think lesbians get curious about that stuff. She laughed when it sprayed her. It was really runny, almost like water, because I had just masturbated a hour or so earlier as well. That time it was rather viscous. I wish she had taken that in the face.
Rating: n/a
SegaTourn. Golf
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: Annika Sorenstam was always one of my aunt's favorites, I think because she seemed kind of dykey. Pretty sure Annika isn't a lesbo, but my auntie could dream, couldn't she? For my birthday, ever since I turned 13, my aunt would sit on my face while she gave me a handjob. It was cool. She had a fascination for dicks and semen, and I guess I was the outlet for it. She didn't let me lick her (too intimate, I think) so I had to keep her panties in my mouth while she was on me. Her pussy always smelled so great. It was always the best present I got each year.
Rating: n/a
Golfamania
2011-04-15
From: Steve
Comments: Remember watching the Solheim Cup one year with my aunt. Karin Koch was playing for Europe that year and, needless to say, she was making both of us quite horny. We both soon lost our pants, and as my aunt was an avid amateur golfer herself, I dared her to fuck herself with a golf club just for the novelty of doing so. Being a lesbian, she wasn't much for vaginal penetration (though many lesbians do enjoy it), but she thought it an exciting change of pace, not to mention her realizing how much I would enjoy watching such a spectacle. She got up, went to the garage to get one of her clubs (an iron), and walked back rubbing her pussy as she went to get herself warmed up. She then pushed it in as far as it would go (pretty far) before really reaming herself out good and fast with it. That club handle was really making some great noises going in and out of that sweet pussy! Fingering her clit with her other hand, she came pretty fast. I did do, cumming in her half-full glass of Chardonnay that she had left on the table. She loved her wine, too, and that wine was no exception. Come to think of it, that was the day I asked her if I could stick my dick in her pussy, just to see what it felt like. She said, basically, "Sorry, but no". Too personal, she said. It was worth a shot.
Rating: n/a
California Games
2011-04-11
From: Steve
Comments: When I was younger, say eleven or twelve, my mother would come into my room at night and, believing I was asleep, vigorously fuck herself with a banana until achieving orgasm. She would do so standing up, with one leg up on my bed. I always pretended to be asleep, but with her moaning and the rather loud, wet smacking noises that banana made going in and out of her vagina, she could hardly think that I wouldn't know.
Rating: n/a
California Games
2011-04-11
From: Steve
Comments: Anyway, I mentioned that story because she was from California, Canoga Park specifically. Is that kind of behavior one of the "California Games". I would think not, but not having played this game, I am left to wonder. She (my mother) would sit at my desk after she was done and eat the banana that she had used to satisfy herself.
Rating: n/a
Penguin Land
2011-04-11
From: Steve
Comments: I will always have a special place in my heart for Penguin Land. It came out when I was thirteen or fourteen, can't remember for sure now, but it was a rough time in my life, lot's of bullying, trouble at school and the like. Penguin Land help me get through some really dark days. Sometimes, even this great game wasn't enough to get me out of a funk. When I would be really, really down my mother would help out by masturbating me, usually right after I would come home from school. She could always read my face to see how the day went and how miserable I often was. On those bad days she would tell me to go over to the couch, take down my trousers, and lay down face up. Then she would walk over and kneel beside the couch, rub my head, and tell me I was a sweet boy and that she loved me very much. She would then take her top off as well as her bra, not sure why, and start stroking my penis. Her breasts would jiggle wonderfully as she did so. She would always have me tell her when "it" was going to "shoot". Always "it", not "you", as if "it" were somehow separate from the rest of me. In any event, it never took very long, five minutes at the most, before one jet of semen after another shot out of my penis. She'd keep stroking until it was over, squeezing the last bit out. Whatever got on her hands she would lick off, the rest she would wipe up with her shirt or blouse. After that, my mother would go get a clean top and get back to whatever she had been doing before I got home, making dinner, cleaning, whatever. It did make me feel better, I must say, but odd, too.
Rating: n/a
SpellCaster
2010-07-18
From: steve
Comments: good stuff.
Rating: n/a
Wonder Boy
2009-08-04
From: steve
Comments: what a game, my 1st game on the master system, and the 1st one i bought again on ebay!!!
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Wonder Boy III: The Dragons Trap
2005-11-14
From: Steve
Comments: does anyone know where i can download any of the wonderboy game roms?
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Bonanza Brothers
2005-09-02
From: steve
Comments: did anyone find a free download of this game yet? i havent played it in years!
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Altered Beast
2004-04-07
From: Steve
Comments: Man this game was good. I liked the Genesis one better. I heard there was an Altered Beast 2.
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Wonder Boy in Monster Land
2003-12-05
From: steve
Comments: One of my favourite games ever better than most games coming out today. If i could take one game to hell with me it would be wonder boy in monster land!!
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Mortal Kombat 2
2003-06-10
From: steve
Comments: i bet you scorpion would put the spear in yor mom's pussy.
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Secret Commando
2002-12-03
From: Steve
Comments: ok me and my old boy use to love this game and i am now trying to chase it for an upright arcade cabinet if anyone knows of anyone that selling it please let me know on my email stiffie_@hotmail.com adress it secret comando also can you let me know wat format its is on like jamma or neo geo types thanak you
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The Ninja
2002-10-14
From: steve
Comments: get bent
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Astro Warrior
2001-03-16
From: STEVE
Comments: This games rocks. I bought it again this year because it kicks so much a$$!!! Can't stop playing it just like when i was ten.
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Aztec Adventure
2001-02-24
From: steve
Comments: hard as hell, but very entertaining. one of the first sms games i've played.
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