OH MY GOD THIS IS THE SCARIEST GAME EVER. NO, I AM NOT BEING SARCASTIC. AT ALL.
#5: "Shadow the Hedgehog 2"
I had previously been under the impression the original Shadow the Hedgehog wasn't a very popular game, mostly based from the fact that nobody anywhere liked it. I guess I was wrong, because - hey, somebody thought it would be an amazing idea to create a sequel! Much like the original game, Shadow the Hedgehog 2 lacks any redeeming qualities whatsoever, but this can be overlooked by the amazing plot line, as reproduced from the author here: "Shadow returns to New York city, to save it from some kind of terrorists." God bless you for your tireless dedication to the Big Apple, Shadow.
Not content with simply being one of history's worst sidescrolling beat 'em ups, Trelyate takes a further step by additionally being one of history's most incomprehensible beat 'em ups. Fight against both bad guys and boredom as you try to rescue a shrill, maraca-shaking, vaguely feminine creature kidnapped by an army of spastic clones only capable of traveling in a straight line until they disappear from existence. The music, art, and gameplay are all consistently horrendous in their own insane ways, which almost counters the brutal boredom shoved down your throat. Still, I must admit shouting "Trelyate" randomly throughout the day feels strangely liberating. Try it, you'll agree.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
U2 and Apple have conspired to place a U2 album into your music in the year 2014. You own a U2 album. And you can't get rid of it.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
It is said the Lord did write upon the sky, "Only the Most Awful shall be cataloged herein." And a wind did come and blow away the words and turn them into a skull. And the writers did fall upon their knees and give thanks, for yea, the Most Awful was good. Thus the lists were born. Read them, sons and daughters, and be strong.