Grandma Is Quite Angry With The Prince of Persia
But there is no joy in Mudville, tonight; at least not until she gets the hang of this shit.
Here are some snippits from Grandma's delve into the world of shirtless Persian men with a taste for sandy blood:
"Where the hell do I go?"
"This game needs a fucking map."
[figures out that pressing left and right repeatedly while hugging a wall makes the Prince appear to dance] HAAAHHAHAHAHA!!!! Look at him!! Look at him DANCE!!!"
"Run up the wall!! Run up the goddamn wall!!"
"Shit. [Rewinds scene so the Prince doesn't die, proceeds to make the exact same mistake and dies anyway] SHIT!!!"
"Where the hell do I go?
[upon seeing a flythrough of the next room's obstacles] "Oh, you've got to be shitting me."
"I PRESSED THE A BUTTON!!! SEE?? LOOK AT ME PRESS!! GO UP THE GODDAMN WALL!!!"
[The Prince has been killed by spikes] "Way to go, fucker."
[While walking through a castle] "Well the windows are pretty."
"Where the hell do I go, asshole??"
"SHIT!! There's no fucking way!"
"Pick me up a strategy guide tomorrow, I need a map."
"I hate this fucking game."
[The Prince falls to his death] God Damn!! This is hard!"
More to come tommorow...