Score: 10

"Touching."

submission: The Company of Myself

date: November 22, 2009

Difficult, and it touched my heart. I thank you so much for this game.

Score: 10

"Lol."

submission: Hot PokÉmon Hentai #001

date: October 5, 2009

HA HA HA! Oh wow...

Score: 10

"....."

submission: Time Fcuk

date: September 17, 2009

It's a pime taradox, a findmuck, a trug drip, and it made me say...
WHAT THE FCUK!?
L lvoe thexe ty[es of games. KdYos mna, Ukdso.

Score: 10

"Elwaco"

submission: _-={Nothing is Sacred}=_

date: November 11, 2009

The armies march. The drums beat. The hooves crack against the ground. Another army on the other side of the field of Armageddon is hearing the same. They stop a distance from each other, awaiting the commands of their generals.
Two shouts from either side call out, and the armies charge. Their clash in the middle sending many to their deaths. But the battle is far from over. Rains of Arrows and spears send a cacophony of death down to both sides. The generals continue cheering their men, while taking a stance at the rear. The calvary of one overtakes the other, and the battle is now decided. The losing team fight to their last breaths, as they are struck down by who used to be their bretheren. At last the losing general is brought to his knees with a sword at his throat. With his last breath he utters the words, "To die of my kin's sword is a greater shame than what our forefathers did to our land. Kill me knowing that our honors have been sullied beyond repair." His brother nodded, and a small splatter of blood and a breeze were all that remained of the One Who Lost.

Score: 10

"Love the song"

submission: 2012**

date: April 7, 2009

And of course, with all the people submitting Audio, what if this was the best name for the song he could come up with? I think it matches quite well, simply because of how futuristic it sounds. Again, Kudos

Score: 10

"Whoa!"

submission: _-={The Dead's Witness}=-_

date: July 2, 2008

I can only imagine two situations this would be used for
Two armies stand on opposite sides of a single farm field, each ready to die for their cause. They charge forward, and clash at the middle.
Or!
A tribe is celebrating a victory, a birth, or respecting a death, depending on the situation.