Oh Blizzard... Entire summers were spent clicking away on demons in Diablo II. Countless Tristram/Cow/Tomb/Mephisto/Baal runs were completed. Hours spent honing my mouse skills so that i could pick up the best loot before anyone else got their terrible hands on it. Finding copious amounts of Sigons armor. Yet my inbox…

I guess her nipples are in the shop.

I'm not sure about anyone else, but playing racing games with a wheel that isn't attached to some sort of base feels weird.

This picture always comes to mind when pizza rolls are mentioned.