Oh mare… I must have fallen into a Cheeto/Dorito/Mountain Dew coma after playing CoD for fourteen hours. Is it nighttime again already?

Looks like I have some messages.

1) Well yeah. This is supposed to be an improvement, after all.

2) Pfft. Art is lame. The only thing that matters is dark grays and real… realist… [Cough] [Cough] Sorry, having difficulty even saying that one.

3) I don’t even know who you are. Probably from some artsy game with one of those “story” things. Pfft. I mean, yeah. Pfft. Whatevs.

4) What a forced meme.

5) I don’t know what any of that was. The robot looked like an X-Box, though.

6) What is this garbage? Sissy little slow-paced strategy game? Need to play a big girl’s game like Madden. In fact, forget this. I’m going to go play some tackle football with my friends. You guys are dorks.

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I’ll be honest. Sort of had a hard time with these last two posts. Was sort of all over the place. Hard to portray something I know so little about. The “hardcore gamer” is really a human phenomenon, and I guess I sort of abandoned it at the end? I’m not even sure. Plus I’m in Bearville right now so I haven’t had a whole lot of time to prepare.

Anyway, Happy “holiday”-that-is-sort-of-spooky-with-how-well-it’s-received-over-your-internet!