You are hereTime to die.
Time to die.
And respawn. And then die again.
It's been an interesting week here to say the least. I knew it was bad when I saw a certain personal game reviewer high-tailing it out of the building, covered in dirt that could only have come from frantic tunneling to escape something. Something horrible.
So in an effort to avert possible bloodshed in the real world, Blackwalt and I have decided to take out our frustrations in a good old-fashioned game of Modern Warfare.
That's right, "Spawn-Die".
Because if the kicking of thousands of noob asses per hour doesn't do the trick, then the pure, seething rage of getting our asses kicked all night should be enough to drain us of any excess energy. Energy that could inadvertently be channeled towards our loved ones.
You guys, on the other hand, I don't mind hurting for some reason.
