[The concept was simple enough...the level moved from left to right, stuff came at you, and you blew it out of the sky.
Space. Whatever.
It was more a game of pattern recognition and muscle memory, two things Raile had gained in spades over his long career on the wall and for every lost life, he was progressing farther and farther without any prompting.]
Huh...so, 's this what y'did fer fun when y'weren't practicin' yer music?
no subject
Space. Whatever.
It was more a game of pattern recognition and muscle memory, two things Raile had gained in spades over his long career on the wall and for every lost life, he was progressing farther and farther without any prompting.]
Huh...so, 's this what y'did fer fun when y'weren't practicin' yer music?