Where did the money go you say?

Sure, if that'll make you happy.

But does it come in gold?

Sure, she's a hero but I run one little motel with my mother's old corpse and I'm the weirdo.

Time and time again, we hear tales of Kotaku editors being "trolled" or "griefed" online in their favorite games... and my heart goes out to them. But what really bothers me is this kind of thing:

watched the clip, frankly you have no one to blame but yourself for losing your soul levels. the move is incredibly telegraphed and you could have easily killed him, had you tried to figure out how to deal with him instead of having a defeatist mentality about it .

there is a reason the community says "get gud or die"…

I'm kind of sad he didn't find a way to show up offline.

And now you gave him the biggest victory he could hope for. A Kotaku article about him.

I normally am the one who handles the delivery guys while my husband has to hold back the snarling beast (miniature Schnauzer mix for those not in the know) and I always give a pretty good tip. Well a few months ago a glitch in the matrix happened and the roles were reversed and my husband was the one dealing with the…

Yeah... I think anyone with enough technological know-how to change a roll of toilet paper saw this one coming.

When I was in the Marine Corps, it was general wisdom not to go out of your way to make trouble with the 3 C's: cooks, clerks & corpsmen (medics). It should be obvious why you don't want to piss off the person preparing your food, or the person handling the paperwork for your promotion/leave/pay, but I was told a…

Eh, I didn't want to go anyway. Not if there is no Quato waiting for me.

Yes. Once upon a time when my babies were even littler than they are now and I could NEVER escape the house, I would indulge in a Dominos sandwich and soda delivery once a week (plus lava cakes if it had been an exceptionally shitty week). I tip well and I was always cheerful and polite, and I would frequently get…

Your passive aggressive retort wasn't any less judgmental.

Well, I love my kids unconditionally and they depend on me for survival. Though I love my husband a lot, it's not unconditional. That analogy made no sense. Whatever gets you all through, I guess.

Roger Miller's story is why I always overtip for delivery. I get pizza so hot I can't even eat it yet, and the Indian place sends a free dessert every time. Mmmm mango mousse. I don't get why anyone would be shitty to the person who is saving me from having to cook and wash dishes.

And WORST CASE she'll have a chance to use your life insurance payout snag a much younger guy the second time around. Win/win!

"Most hunters I know shop the bargain bin at Cabela's, picking out cheap folders and using them until they're dull, then throw them out".

Author: "...not because I'm over-compensating..."