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*removes Steel Battalion

If they manage to pull stuff like that in-engine, realtime and at 60 FPS I'm going to declare Kojima the new Pope of my recently funded Church Of Kojima. I also will preach about his brother Guillermo that died inside a Jaeger for our sins.

My human female titan has green dreadlocks of a deliciously woolen / felt-ish texture that reminds me not unpleasantly of Chee-tohs.

Unless we're getting The Happening Wahlberg.

Funny thing is, if you take Bioshock Infinite's ending into account...

Might I suggest anger management courses?

A Predator?! Fuck it, I'm interested.

Well of course, there is no Optimus Primal without David Kaye's Megatron.

I would agree to this, if we could also get T-Rex Megatron perpetually saying:

He started off as an unsure leader and grew into a great one by the end of the series. Now that was a Prime (Well, Primal)

They should just bite the bullet and toss Beast Wars in there. That way we'll get Garry Chalk voicing Optimus Primal, and we can be reminisce about a time when Optimus was voiced by a talented actor and didn't sound like a concussed John Wayne speaking through a can.

Where's my goddamn Optimus Primal? And nobody start with that trukk not munky nonsense either. Primal has shown to be an excellent leader (not including Beast Machines) and Optimal Optimus would be a great playable character.

Thank you Pepsi for combining these two awful brand to make some kind of frankenshit creation.

The citrus taste is there, sweet and almost powdery. The carbonation is strong — that's right, these are carbonated Cheetos, sparkling in your mouth as if you'd just licked a Twilight vampire. The sharp tang quickly gives way to the meek, defeated sweetness of a stale breakfast cereal. The aftertaste is not unlike

If Kotaku ever switched formats to just "Mike Fahey Writes About Food", I wouldn't complain one bit.

The citrus taste is there, sweet and almost powdery. The carbonation is strong — that's right, these are carbonated Cheetos, sparkling in your mouth as if you'd just licked a Twilight vampire. The sharp tang quickly gives way to the meek, defeated sweetness of a stale breakfast cereal. The aftertaste is not unlike

I think I understand the point of Snacktaku - to stretch writer muscles. They're usually pretty funny.

Geoff Keighley gives this snack his blessing.

700km in 3 years???