Worth discussing is one thing, but i’m pretty sure you can count on one hand the amount of “professional reviews” around that instead of actually reviewing the goddamn game like they’re being paid to do and instead dick around with self discovery like it makes a difference for the general public.

I know that as just another internet person my opinion doesn’t matter, but I’m going to share it anyways.

Mr. Grayson, whenever you do a review, I know that you’re going to tie it in to your own experiences, and what it means to you and how it relates to you. It’s your brand, I’m never surprised by it. I often don’t…

Looks pretty awesome, though as far as being a master-class in character design I would nitpick that the silhouettes aren’t terribly distinct. The thematic cohesion is fantastic, but I’d have a hard time picking out who is what within a single faction at a glance.

I feel you, but all it takes is for one of them to be the bigger person and maybe they can both decide to change. I can hope that one of them has a breakthrough. They’re playing a videogame. No need to act like morons.

You sure go a long way to defend behaving like a five year old.

You should. Give them a call.

What do you care then?

You should write them a letter with all of your ideas.

People don’t read articles man, get your shit together. This is the internet, you read the title and then you comment. Fuck sake you’re embarrassing all of us now.

You were never told that, because you’re a fucking dickless clown.

Yeah but at least you wouldn’t have to... live with it!

It happened once and was a culmination of several factors (finding my worth through the male gaze, thinking that I needed to test his love for me by hurting them, several other small reasons that don’t really matter in the end).

Take trash to curb. Hear scream. Spot neighbor getting pulled into car. Throw rock through driver side window. Pull neighbor out. Dude drives away frantically. Hero.

Woah, Jonathan, slow down. One moment I’m reliving The Martian, and the next we’re disposing of a dead body.

Jonathan

You’re not alone. As a child* I would frequently turn such routine events into displays of tactical skills. Though, mine would usually feature Orcs.

I’m 33 years old and for some reason always have a strange paranoia when bringing the cans to the curb. It is especially true in the winter. Unless it is sub-20 degrees or especially windy I don’t bother putting on a coat for that chore. I’ll usually be wearing a hoodie and pull the hood on. I feel like it makes me…

To Jonathan’s email of the week:

In regards to “email of the week” as a kid I always pretended I had to sneak the thrash to the curb and any car going by was gonna drive-by on my ass (mind you I lived in the whitest, suburbiest suburb).
I would frequently dive behind the cars in the driveway or bushes to avoid being seen. Turns out, I’m pretty good at…

Do they not have tacos in Argentina?