"I was only 12 muthafuckin years old. I loved FNaF all muthafuckin day. I had all tha toys n' games. I prayed ta Scott Cawthawn every last muthafuckin night. Thankin his ass fo' tha game dat schmoooove muthafucka has given mah dirty ass. "I be locked n loaded fo' Freddy" I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah daddy hears me n' drops some lyrics ta me ta stop contributin ta tha oversaturation of tha market by buyin rushed n' repetitizzle games. I know he just jealouz of mah devotion ta FNaF. I call his ass up on tumblr. Dude slaps me n' drops some lyrics ta me ta play a actual game. I be bustin up like a biatch now n' mah grill hurts. I sit at mah computa n' itz straight-up cold. A warmth is movin towardz mah dirty ass. I feel suttin' bust a nut on mah dirty ass. It aint nuthin but Freddy Fazbear. I be so horny. Dude whispers up in mah ear, "Yo ass can't save them" Dude grabs mah mouse wit his bangin animatronic handz n' opens internizzle explorer. I be ready. I open mah wallet fo' Freddy. Dude starts bustin rage comments at dem playas whoz ass say FNaF is bad. I only have so much scrilla yo, but I give it ta Freddy. I can feel mah wallet tearin as I dispense mah scrilla on Freddy. I support his work. I wanna have mo' FNaF games. Dude roars a mighty roar as he fills tha market wit mo' sequels n' youtube wit mo' unnessacary FNaF theories n' gameplay. I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah daddy strutts in. Freddy looks his ass straight up in tha eye n' say "Yo ass know, I’ve been accused of rushin mah game eva since FNaF 1 yo, but I’ve never felt dat I’d busted out a game too early… until now, nahmeean?" Freddy leaves all up in mah window. I be locked n loaded fo' Freddy."-steam reviewer

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