Maybe Phillip exists in a state of existential torment and anguish that reaches into his very soul because he lives in a world where a creature known as a Leg Horse can amble up to him and verbally berate him, a contorted mass of bloody stumps with no real regard for anything other than itself. Maybe it's because there's a coffin with someone in it who looks just like Phillip.
It's not immediately apparent why Phillip is sad when you start up the game, whose options are "BLOOD, BLOOD and BLOOD" at the main menu. It kind of seems like she does, and his dad too. He's full-on ugly crying, grimacing in pain and shuffling through life looking as though his mother hates him. We aren't talking a few stray tears, either. Space Funeral stars a crying miscreant named Phillip who faffs about in striped pajamas while beating up bloody dogs.
While we slumber, enjoy these fine words previously published as part of our Supporter program.
RPS has sealed itself inside a chocolate egg for the duration of the UK's long holiday weekend, to emerge only when the reign of Mr Hops The Doom Rabbit has run its dread course.
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