The only problem the community has with the game are the changes with the Tank classes. They tried to make them more balanced but what ended up happening is the Paladin far exceeds the other two classes. Warrior got nerfed into the ground while Dark Knight got its play style butchered. That’s one thing they’re going…

Two words: Gabrielle Giffords.

This is all so weird to me. I’ve been a Pens fan since 1987 (specifically, 1987) and I honestly only recently realized how much the world deeply hates the Penguins. There’s a *huge* part of me that wants to scream, “Confirmation bias! The NHL is a crappy league and things get called badly all the time! The Pens…

Was that a low key SCF sweep call?

Yeah fans of the Maple Leafs, Canucks, Sabers, Capitals and Blues all really feel sorry for you.

“OK sure, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Whoooosh.

If I’m fighting armed, I’m using a battle rifle with an underslung grenade launcher. Works great against cavalry and stupid Swiss people with halberds. :P

Video sums up my current feeling of the game, its enjoyable but no where near as nice as it could be.

Have you seen Wisconsin?

Rufinol, apparently.

Welcome to shitty humans, the species that will do anything and everything in the name of greed.

Is the entire game industry just dead set on screwing over its visionaries? I look at articles like this and all I can think of is this absurd ridiculous chain of extremely talented people getting shoved out the door because reasons. Martin O’Donnell/Joe Staten with Destiny, Hideo Kojima with MGS and Silent Hill, even…

Well, since it will stay grey forever on Screengrabber:

Be an Optimist Prime, not a Negatron.

There are far better ways to spend your time, even if you spend it better elsewhere. Even if you work a daily shift at the soup kitchen and meditate while looking forward to something like this, just do something else.

No they aren’t.

It got sick of waiting for 99 of it’s little friends and decided to find them itself.

... and you’re still missing the best bit entirely; holding the clutch bite point, on a hill, with a wanker half a meter behind you.