Spewer is a puzzle platformer that uses liquid physics though regurgitation as its core mechanic. In other words Spewer is a game about puking. To make sense of life we must evolve past our previous forms, purge from our bodies the rules set in place by our previous selves in order to see the future with new eyes. Unsure of his motives you progress through life solving his puzzles searching for meaning in the rudimentary problems of everyday life. You're born into this world a guinea pig before god. If your playing on a low end PC please download the standalone version, there is a link to it on the title screen.ĮDIT: Arrow Keys have been added as alt movment keys for the left handed and or people with "crazy" keyboards. If the game is running slow simply pause the game (Esc or P) and set the detail to low and/or turn off the background rendering. On another note (possibly in bad taste, but I was made aware of it by a certain Ollie Barnett, so am merely acting as a sounding board), it would appear that our former captain has got himself into a bit of mischief this week – type his name into Google and see what results you get.WARNING: Spewer is very physics heavy and may run slow at times on your computers. I eventually opt for Baked Beans on toast, lovingly prepared by Mrs Oakley. Rob Dyer is going for Pilchards on Toast, Sam for Pasta, Farqhuad’s undecided as am I. In between ego-destroying we stop to discuss what’s for tea. Sam Holwell (as always) is the target for most of this evening’s abuse, and even revelations that he has now kissed an actual English girl can’t detract from the fact that at times his passing is woeful, whereas mine is on the money (you see, it’s quite easy really). I’ll give you the gist – everyone believes what they’re doing is far superior to the remaining scrum halves and goes out of their way to make the others aware of the fact, whilst savagely putting their competitors down. We finish up with a Forwards/Backs split, and it gives the scrum halves a chance to practice their passing (much to the delight of the fly-halves) and generally take part in the confidence denting in what is now being referred to the self-appreciation club. You can see people are chomping at the bit for some real game time, and with Yatton less than a week away, people are starting to stake a claim. The threat of extra fitness work is enough to kickstart the backs into gear and we get through some meaningful stuff. The backs drop a few balls much to the dismay of the onlooking pack, and also to the freshly operated upon Bevvy (notice the familiarity in the nickname – it pays to suck-up, especially with 4 scrum halves at training – but more on this later). Once the pain of the fitness was out of the way we’re straight into organisational drills and eventually some 15-on-15 contact work, with Paul Box blowing his whistle as if he was wearing a gurny smile and had a neon glowstick in his hand – someone tell him that Happy Hardcore has moved underground. Good on you Moggy, next time though, perhaps do it away from me eh? That said, it doesn’t affect me half as much as our Welsh Wing Wizard Andy Morgan who officially became pre-season training’s first Spewer tonight. If there’s no Sharpshooters, no Sidewalk Slam, or no Hulk Hogan Leg Drop, it’s just not the same, and frankly hurts me. Give me running, give me tyres, but please, no more wrestling.
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