There’s something about the white, blue, neon orange color scheme that brings a tear to my eye and warms my icy heart.

It’s almost like there was some sort of large metal object lodged under the wheels.

For anyone wondering what the hell you do in this game, just read this:

Depending on the size it could be A. Coli, B. Coli, C. Coli, D. Coli, E. Coli, and so on.

I really enjoyed Mad Max, and had a great time playing around with the photo mode. I ended up making a series of Wasteland postcards, trying to make them look aged like all the artifacts and stuff you find throughout the world. All were taken with the in-game photo mode.

The way people in the first three movies speak of the Jedi has always seemed strange to me, as if they were some myth from 2000 years ago. Luke is what, 18-20 years old? There were tons of Jedi just 18 years ago, all over the galaxy! It’s like if we collected Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer and Boyz II Men CDs and posters and…

At least if they’re Stormtroopers they won’t hit anything.

I’ve made it fun for me by making it all about the narrative I’m making up as I go along. I have 8 Families, all of whom are constantly jockeying for position—trying to breed the most heirs, uselful children, connect themselves to heirs of other families, etc. I have a 15-page document full of family trees, births,…

I don’t know which is more amazing, the Death Bogey or the anal sex in the background.

Since the results sound less than stellar, they should have called it Maybe.