#May2015
‘Metal Gear: Ground Zeroes’ coming to PS+ games this month. An exclamation mark in my pants!
I never fucked with MGS: Prologue to Probably a Length Prologue last year, given the amount it cost and the gameplay received. Still though, like that one glorious latex porn site I never signed up for, restraint was almost bested by intrigue (and horniness). Well now, to continue this metaphor, the proverbial Game as Porn Fetish is coming to the local Game Network as Streaming Porn Hub. This…this went off the rails quick. But none the less. Stoked.
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‘World of Warcraft’ players dropped by nearly 1 Milli in three months
Why! Just today I woke up and was contemplating whether or not I was going to buy Warlords of Dra..Draenor (?). I mean — I also contemplated whether or not I wanted to masturbate before I drank my first energy drink, so it isn’t like it was some in-depth shit. But anyways, it appears that World of Warcraft is understandably shedding players as the game continues to age. But like me, will these folk return for the new expansion? Are they just pooped? Are they playing Wildstar?
WEEKEND OPEN BAR: Commenters (DEVIANTS) Come Home!
[WEEKEND OPEN BAR: The one-stop ramble-about-anything weekend post at OL. Comment on the topic at hand. Tell us how drunk you are. Describe a comic you bought. This is your chance to bring the party.]
What up cretins? What up populators of the Spaceship Omega? Been quite the hot minute since I’ve had time to catch my breath. Both myself and Brother Rendar have been exceptionally busy coming off of a glorious NYCC last week. To everyone who may have latched onto this Nightmare Missile like krill, godspeed. Welcome. Buckle-up, shotgun your beverage of choice, and participate in the madness.
Monday Morning Commute: Partying With Prostitutes
I absconded to New York this past weekend for the second time in three weeks or so. This is me yawning with a greatness. ‘Twas a good time. My Significant Other and I were fitted into a hotel room suite replete with a kitchen, refridgerator and other fancy stuff. It was fantastic, even if I felt bad at living in such luxury. I’m the guy who feels bad when someone calls him “sir” or carries his bags for him. I want to be like, “Dude, no seriously. I’m a 27 year-old schmuck who lives with his parents and you probably are busting your ass for ungrateful people. Let me carry my own bag.”
As I said though, it was enjoyable. My girlfriend, being infinitely more successful than myself despite being 4.5 years my younger, is a tough one to corral for a day alone. Her schedule is voluminous and her drive remarkable, and I’m just a guy reading books. So being able to get away with her, even to the noise and din of New York City was great.
I tried my best to not hyperventilate over all the school work I wasn’t getting done while I was there. When I closed my eyes I saw syllabuses not being completed. I could hear the crackle of pages not being turned. Grad school. It’s turning out to be a real son of a bitch.
Monday Morning Commute. Every Monday I’m going to detail the various things I’m either currently or will be watching, reading, playing, and listening to in the next seven days. It’s Monday. You’ve got a long week of school, work, or compulsive masturbation to get through. Tell me the arts that you’re indulging in, to stave off suicide.
