You know those awful little flash games where you get to slap a fat man’s belly or pump up a tire or shoot some chickens or something faster than a computer competitor? And then your prize is that you get some dumb ass ringtone featuring Ashley Simpson or a cat screaming or something equally awful? Yeah, MySpace is a good breeding place for this. Well, I have come across definitive proof that the programmers of these little games have done run out of ideas. The other day I saw this hilarious monstrosity:
That’s right, dear readers; you are looking at a game where you are Batman…and your goal is to punch out the Terminator. You know, as insane as it is to play a game where you attempt to shave more hair off a woman’s legs than your automated rival, at least it makes a sort of sense in the encapsulated universe in which it exists. I mean, this is just slapping two completely unrelated fictional characters together to punch each other so you can have In Da Club play whenever grandma calls. What I propose next? Strawberry Shortcake shooting Jem and the Holograms with a paintball gun.
Feel free to make up your own wildly ludicrous flash games, ladies and gentlemen. There’s a No-Prize in it for the best one!
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