It’s “trump,” which is the pretty much the catch-all term for playing cards in Japan. This makes sense, given Nintendo’s origins as a card manufacturer.

I really miss the Dark Heresy campaign I had going on before leaving Japan.

I admit, I just skipped to the end to watch him fight Sans. Holy shit, was his mastery a thing of beauty.

So, I guess I’ll do like with every serial based game, wait until the entire thing is out, and then snap it up all at once.

The voice acting is awful. Hopefully that’s just a placeholder.

Never buy Elder Scrolls or Fallout games for consoles if you can go PC. Those games and their mods are the reason for the past three computer upgrades. In fact, the only reason I’m not playing Fallout now is that I haven’t been able to upgrade my video card to something a little more beefy.

I’m still not completely over Sera breaking up with my Inquisitor.

If it keeps Doreen out of the hands of the FOX superhero mediocrity machine, then I’m okay with the change. And that’s coming from the biggest Squirrel Girl nut there is.

When I was in Sendai from 2003-2006, there were at least three headshops I knew of within my normal 5 mile walking circuit. When I was in Matsuyama from 2010-2015, I only knew of one. However, marijuana leafs were still emblazoned on clothing, bags, cell phone cases, and everything else you can imagine.

Well?

The sad thing is, the real-life equivalents of these people can be even more cartoonishly evil than the ones in the comics. Like the dickwanks who drain the watering stations set up along some immigration paths to prevent death by dehydration. Even the Sons of the Serpents haven’t sunk so low as to doom immigrants to…

In other stern-faced news, Dick Cheney is given helm of the Star Wars franchise and Vladamir Putin is now in charge of which adorable puppies may live and which must die. All praise the new era of Compulsory Joy!

Seriously, as a born and bred, card-carrying Texan with nothing more to be proud of than the bastardized quality of the Tex-Mex that enters our collective stomachs, am I the only one who looks at the idea of rice in a burrito and feels a palpable sense of sadness over the unnecessary fluff you poor pre-gurgitating…