Things continue to be a bit dead around here as Bill’s hand withers and falls off, Todd and Mike are lost in the wilds of Skyrim, Danielle is lost in the wilds of civil rights protection and I’m lazy. That’s not entirely true. I’m going to write something tomorrow about the Xbox’s ten year anniversary but in order to do that I have to stop crying over the fact that the me from ten years ago would be able to go home and not deal with ungrateful children. Oh ten-year-ago-me, you don’t know how good you have it!
Sigh. Here’s some Syndicate co-op. I’ll be over here weeping if you need me.