I bow down to the ancient gods of Banjo and Kazooie, and the new gods of Yooka and Laylee.
I’ll buy it at a high price, stranger!
Buy me Bonestorm or go to hell!
Dying is central to games, yet nobody talks about it. Too morbid a topic or, unexplored mechanic and theme?
If only I could be so grossly incandescent.
I’m now a Gwent gent, so get bent while I vent about the dent Gwent has put in my…..tent? Scent? Clark Kent? Okay, I’m done now.
No matter how cool you look, please get to the fucking payload. Please. And stop picking Hanzo for goodness sake people.
I stroke my crystal ball for predictions, and then get my hands dirty examining a bloated corpse.
Ken, please hire me. I will do anything for you, just hit me up, slide into my DMs, I’m free whenever.
The bomb has been planted.