I actually don't believe I can recall, or even begin to so much as fathom a more mind bending and spiritually edifying experience than the one I had when I first stumbled upon this page. Seeing it all in Earth-shattering 3D as if for the very first time had me physically reeling and has my very soul twitching and convulsing with pleasure on the bedrock floor of my very consciousness. Rocmalone shocks and awes the senses with this multiplayer experience, resurrecting my calloused and laid to rest pineal gland, lost to the me by societies moral decay.
Rat House Rumbles existence is, to me, a Death of God that can only truly be sanctified by my own mortal unraveling, in the hopes that the fabric of my Divine connection is rewoven- reincarnating me into this game. Until then, I have been thoroughly studying and mastering the art of lucid dreaming, enjoying the thrill of bouncing around this abode and laying waste to my enemies. During my waking hours, I am meditating, and maximizing my time spent thinking about Rat House Rumble, by auto-ostracizing and not eating. I have arranged to be encased in a terracotta tomb that outlines the contours of my body, preventing me from moving or partaking in the temptations of human existence. I have no desires. My love for Rat House Rumble is nothing short of discovering Paradise, leaving me thoroughly incapable of seeing joy or love through any other facet of life.
Praise be to Rat House Rumble
Noah