The Game Jar - The Secret to Great Video Games: Horses

Let me share one of my earliest memories with you; I was about 5 years old on holiday in Centre Parks, crying my innocent little eyes out as my mother screamed “I paid for it so get on the damned thing!” I dried off my young terrified peepers and looked up to see a forty foot beast looming over me – nostrils the size of tennis balls steaming with hate, huge white teeth the size of tombstones, and a stink that would make a granny wearing incontinence pants blush. Wearily I was helped onto the monster and told how to handle the thing. Pull up to stop, gentle heel to the ribs to trot etc etc. I gave it a go, the thing just walked over to some hay and started eating and shitting at the same time.

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