OL TRANSMISSION RECONNECT: Speed Run Of Your Lives
Hello slime, I have missed you. Two days in the gorgeous, but insanely backwards state of Florida has given way to a return to the Space-Ship proper. I’m sitting in the Space Hub, paying $3000 space-cubits per minute to type up this bad boy before departure. Instead of trying to cover everything upon return, here’s a fucking rundown of all the dope stuff I’ve noted whilst away from my terminal.
Read all this dope shit, and then hit the comments with your own…commentary? Clearly the sun has done nothing to help my tattered remains of lucidity.
ALL THE GAMING SUPERGROUPS. FUCK YEAH.
FUCK SURFING THE SEAS OF CHEESE, SURF THE SEAS OF TITAN.
*DEEP RIP FROM THE BONG* MAGIC IS JUST SCIENCE WE DON’T UNDERSTAND YET MAN…
$30 FOR AN HOUR OF GAMEPLAY? EAT MY ASS IN AN OVERLY PHILOSOPHICAL MANNER, KOJIMA.
THIS IS WHY THE LESS WE HAVE OF THE ROTTING, REANIMATED CORPSES OF THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY IN EPISODE VII, THE BETTER WE ARE OFF. THE LIGHTS ARE ON, LAST CALL IS AN HOUR AGO, AND THAT DUDE I’VE BEEN EYEBALLING HAS DICKSORES AND A LONELY HEART. IMMA BAIL.
Brandon Graham Covers ‘Shutter’ #1 Variant For Joe Keatinge & Leila del Duca’s New Image Series
I WILL BUY THIS BOOK. THAT GRAHAM IS DOING A VARIANT IS DELICIOUS.
GOD DAMMIT. I HAVEN’T BURPED THE SCHLONG IN LIKE THREE DAYS ON THIS TRIP. KILLING ME.
MECHANISMS OF CONFLICT IS GOING TO RULE. A MACHINE GUN WITH A SPIKED-COCK BAYONET FOR ULTIMATE BRO-HOOD.
Okay, Space-Ship is calling. Fuck proof reading, fuck my caffeine withdrawal, fuck the Der Der Chins of Florida state. I’ll see you on the opposite side of tin-tub jettisoning.