I regret that I have but one star to give for my COTY.

“Man, Jeff S needs to chill a little,” was a thing I was thinking until I kept reading.

I can almost hear the, “Bloop!”

Your sports talk radio show is Skippy and Detritus on 880, The Sports Abattoir.

Not enough Zenyatta love.

It’s worse with sound.

This game produces the best propaganda.

They’re in talks with an online defamation law firm but didn’t get them to file the suit? Uh-huh.

He looks like Richard Hammond as a 1980's cop.

I mean, you joke, but I know an entire fanbase that would probably like a new kicker right now...

Unless you’re Lee Harvey Oswald.

To be fair, they chucked the guy responsible for that fiasco out on his ass about a year ago.

I actually eyeballed that game in my library for a hot second this weekend. Not sure if I should be relieved that I skipped it or slightly guilty for doing so.

Nuh uh. Leave the printer. Go for the toner.

“But Lin is only 13! What if putting her into a bikini turns me into a pedophile?”

That’s not what that means, but you shine on you crazy diamond.

“If you feel umcomfortable[sic] when you are not working with women,”

A minor point: the robots at that race are only hostile if you hit them (or, I think, if you mess with them via the nearby terminal). I wiped out the raiders while dodging the robots who were still gleefully running laps amidst the carnage.

I waited to get my armor from BOS until about level 30 (So. Many. Sidequests.). They gave me a full set of X-01B.