When I was younger I would prowl the house like a thief, combing each and every room for musical goodies. I’d grab everything from my brother’s The Beatles collection, raid my sister’s Linkin Park and Blink 182 CDs, take my Dad’s Harry Chapin albums, and sometimes hit up my mum’s car for her Celine Dion and Meat Loaf singles. No one was safe from my wrath.
Then, with my stack of stolen discs piled high, I would put each one in the PlayStation to see which creature it would generate on Monster
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