He a God... Because he's chuck testa

I miss Chuck Testa

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When I showed this to my friends about 2 months ago they said that this game looked too ambitious. But I'm putting so much faith into this game.. It can't be as bad as No Mans Sky right?

Winners also don't act like assholes but we're breaking all the rules!

Bath salts too? Im desperate

Okay, so first question. Do you or have you ever considered doing LSD and streaking?... This is just a question.. For if it ever comes to that.

Nah, hate against ignorant people.

You wanna partner up man?

Donnie grew up in the 60’s in Key West, Florida. As he grew up the rise of Colombian immigration into Florida was hot. Fidel Castro forced thousands of his people into America that made by fear of war. The FBI and local police panic. Running background checks on anybody and everybody that stepped off that boat. During the 70’s night clubs and drugs were hot, weed mostly. And that's what Donnie did with his free time. Drugs were an amazing pass time when you weren't out getting into trouble with other things. But then the 80’s hit, cocaine was being brought straight from Cuba and distributed into every street corner in Miami. Donnie grew up seeing his friends controlled by it. Shaped and molded by a drug that would eventually kill them. He soon enlisted into police training where he passed with almost flying colors. He was far from perfect but he knew what he needed to do. In the 90’s Donnie was a patrolman where he did regular traffic stops and pat downs of suspects. And after 7 years of doing his dues he was finally promoted to Detective. There he's seen everything from murder to simple stolen property. He's never been squeaky clean but he's always been loyal to the force. Never turning his back. In 2013 he was transferred over to The Island where he's solved murder cases and busted gang members. And with all these new people coming into The Island he's got new people to look out for.. Or new customers .

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A Super Bowl win and million dollar sponsorships. Living in a mansion and being paid to play a sport that you love. Still can't stand for the national anthem. Interesting, I hope his logic becomes "Some of the veterans aren't standing." Yes, because they're unable to because they gave that up so you could stand for them.

Not to mention he lives in this country and was raised in this country and still can't respect veterans who risked their lives for people like him. He says he's being oppressed, but he plays football professionally. He makes more money than most veterans will ever make. He may be a good quarterback.. But he's definitely not a good person.

I want you, right now. To go and try and raise 200,000 dollars with a team of nine while some of them work two jobs and try not to release too much because they still want it to be a surprise. Would you rather be like "Oh wow! That looks awesome!" Or "Yeah.. I seen that already." Game development is hard work. GTA5 was in production since 2008 and was only released in 2013 with nothing shown. And yet people still loved it.

There's no AI besides a few shop owners. The whole game will be player operated along with most other things in Identity.

Also, not saying yours wasn't first. But American football was created well over 200 years ago. Like Clickerita said, don't bash on our culture because we don't do it to you. We like our tea cold. We have our football. We call tv shows seasons. Although we're completely different in some cases we're all the same. ??

Jason pops up and looks at Miki. "It couldn't have been him! He has trouble throwing away spoons but we force him to! He couldn't kill that girl. Because I remember that that guy with the gun was with her too!" Jason points at Max.

"I can't take this no more man. I need some sesame seed chicken and a milkshake. I'm going out and getting some food." Jason walks towards the door and starts unlocking it. "Anybody wanna come with me?"

"We're losing him! Roswell!" Jason gets on his knees and screams towards the ceiling and starts hitting the floor. "You maniacs! You blew it up!... Killed him up! Damn you all the hell!"

"What that an alien? Because I couldn't see... I've got.. Allergies." Jason looks to Roswell and snickers.

"There's radio show guys here! Awesome man, I'm on a radio show too!" Jason sits back down next to Roswell and takes another hit from the bong.

Jason double takes Roswell. Curious about his smile he takes out a note pad and starts writing. He draws a stick figure and a ship. Hinting that Roswell paid aliens to kidnap him and give him mind reading technology. "I wanna know what happened to her man. She just died?"

Jason shoots up and turns around pointing at Roswell. "That's what I was thinking man!"

No, that's actually pretty clear. Anyways, peace out.