Hi, creepy old man standing outside a church, guess which mod I just installed?
You guessed right!
Alright, Brad Pitt, jeez.
Hey, who wants to read filthy blocks of text about dicks in butts? You're in luck!
I can do little other than concur with this last image.
That's it for Act II of our journey through the hell of Oblivion mods. Next week I'll be bringing you the third and final installment with a bevy of terrifying mods from Japan.
Thanks again to Oblivion mod superstars RobTG and Wise Old Hitachi, as well as giZm, Grundma, Gutrot, Hellburger99, Ogniem I Mieczem, onimonkii, seizurelater, slo, Somberortron, and Trench Foot. Without the hard work of these fine gentlemen we never would have known about Michael Jackson and prostitution mods for Oblivion. That's gotta count for something, right? Right!?
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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