Proxy Apocalypse - Molten Hail Reborn


"Let's invent a new game." Phineas stretched his mouth into an it's-a-beautiful-morning wake-up yawn. "Sure." Ferb, man of few words, scratched himself in pleasurable agreement. "I'm looking for inspiration. Say! This ancient desktop computer gives me an idea …." Phineas opened the rusty metal casing to reveal dust balls and wires. "Eh, never mind." As ... Read more