Chuggachuggawootloot!
You know, for a game with a final boss that looks like a gay Balrog, Diablo 3 is the shiznit when it comes to handing out the shinies. Gearbox had better have its shit together when I finally can cough up for Pre-Sequel.
Been tearing about on my rare weekend off. I had a birthday, and now I'm a score and a dozen, Next year we'll break out the good stuff and the dozen will be baked. I celebrated by devouring large quantities of spicy chips and flinging hammers at monstrosities. The Zakarum faith was originally sponsored by Craftsman or something (or originally Sigmarites from another dimension), I swear.
In other news, Homestar Runner is back in business, and things seem to be doing well. Now all we need in an announcemnt that Games Workshop is rolling back its prices and we could have the nerd trifecta. Well, another one. There's always Dachshunds-Panzers-Bratwurst.
And why the hell are all my friends cat-people?! Friggin' heretics. Don't get me wrong. I like cats. They taste good in sweet and sour.
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