TrysteroWASTE
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I have a friend who did that.

Pacts with the Devil, mostly.

Honestly I'm pulling for a more sibling-like relationship (with Booker as the big brother) — or, you know, just friends.

He's like a nightmare version of Scott Hamilton.

Mine too, actually. I do look forward to playing it, because even when Battlefield's not played "right" it's still pretty fun and when it is played right, it's downright magical.

No amount of balance will fix players running off willy-nilly or standing around waiting for aircraft to spawn. The part with the little rover running into a barricade was probably the most accurate part of the trailer.

I was wondering when I would finally get to play through that scene from Shoot 'Em Up.

I actually teared up a bit. I still kick myself for not going to see him speak when he came through Memphis a few years back.

I think it's clear that these aliens are space-faring thrill seekers, like Predator. And what's more thrilling than a rousing game of BATTLESHIP?

One step closer to the Point Break/Total Recall crossover.

OH NO. My friends and I were wondering who Whedon would try to kill. We eventually chilled out because we figured Marvel wouldn't let him kill any of their major properties. NOW THE TIME FOR WORRYING BEGINS AGAIN.

At least your appliances have character.

That's fantastic. Even if it's not *the* way Stonehenge was built, it illustrates that an observant, intelligent person can figure out how to carry out a huge project. A common theme regarding a lot of ancient wonders is "how could they possibly have done that?" How did people figure out how to make a toaster oven?

That was delightful.

That is simply delightful.

You say that like it can't be both. Elba's here to bring the Drunk Monk Funk.

Idris Elba as a dipsomaniac monk? Sold.

The universe's deepest well.

Toboggan of the Gods.