Written by MattDP
April 13, 2009
Last column I had Mad Dog step up to the plate and complain that no-one ever posts about Ameritrash games here anymore, so I determined to do a mega-dose of trash for my next pieces. I wanted to stuff you all with trash until the taste of it is making you sick in the back of your throat, until it was oozing out of every single bodily orifice, until you were pleading for mercy under the sheer, suffocating weight of all that trashy goodness. But how to do it? Steve Weeks unwittingly provided me with the answer...