Final Fight by Nuclear Garden
In a forgotten western town down to their last quarter, 9 Ether had only one life left to play. The Cucks were closing in, with blood on their lips. As our heroes frantically grasped at a solution, the arcade began to rumble as the cabinet they were standing in front of started to glow. The glass of the screen burst open a la the alien chest hugger, with an ominous voice inviting them to jump inside the game. With nothing left to lose, and the cucks in sight, they shrugged on some cool shit and digitized into the box.
But, it was a trap. For they couldn't make out the ancient Egyptian glyphs dulled by centuries of Merit and Salem smoke smeared in viscera on the marquee. It spelled out the title of the deadly galactic battle they had just become the stars of. The Final Fight. The...
Slobberknock Royale!
