I'm not sure if the English language has produced words capable of describing Big Pizza. An unflinching, humungous journey into the human psyche. The shared trauma between Scorb and Luigi, men chained down by expectations, subservent to the whims of the world around them, always second fiddle to the larger-than-life heroes that reduce them to a footnote in their own lives (Scorb's Mario of course being Jerma). Their is an undeniable hunger that cannot be filled, but is there anything to fill? Is the hole in their stomach not the very matrix of their soul? Hunger is the only thing that drives us, without it we are burnt pepperoni flaked off the sea of bubbling cheese, lost beneath the fridge until the ants feast on our decayed, purposeless carcass (the ants of course being Jerma).
anyway ass game everyone should play little goody two shoes