Hello. Been a minute. Just popping in to say that I’ve hit a 1000 day streak on @HeatleGame and have literally never lost.
That’s all. Back to the void I go.
Umby, in their normal era. retweeted
I cant even tell you how fuckin funny this shit is lmaoo #WrestleMania
#HereWeGo is the hashtag for the Steelers. Used to be I read it enthusiastically. Optimistically. Like Mario. Or like a Captain about to lead a strike force against danger. Excitement. Anticipation.
Now it’s like…“Ugh. Here we go…”
Made a 25-slide PowerPoint to introduce my players to the setting for my ‘Game of Thrones x Bikini Bottom’ campaign that’s starting tomorrow.
Yes I’m still single why do you ask?
Pagliacci jokes are my favourite thing and this is just spectacular.
Holy crap. I’ve been watching ZP weekly since I was in college. This, combined with Achievement Hunter closing earlier this year, is a huge blow to the millennial gamers.
Thanks for everything, Yahtz.
Today, I formally resigned from The Escapist and Gamurs. I don't have the rights to Zero Punctuation, but whatever happens you'll be hearing my voice again soon, in a new place. Join this discord for updates in the coming days: discord.gg/uFNQKKh6Jq
Being a #Steelers fan is just constant heart attacks. Shit my pants multiple times in that Tennessee drive. Ugly win is still a win though.
Dude. I’ve been a fan of Supermassive Games for years. The Dark Pictures Anthology, as much as I love those games, has admittedly always been a bit of a weak link compared to Until Dawn.
But I’m just now getting around to The Devil in Me and holy fucking shit.
Having friends who aren’t chronically online is wild because one of them got another a figurine in a jar as a gag gift and was completely unaware of the *implication*
Hope everyone back home in Newcastle has a safe night. Enjoy yourselves, folks! I won’t pretend I follow football but I love how much joy it brings you. Sport can be absolutely magical and tonight is one of those times.
Also can everyone pray for my Dad’s liver x
Announcing you’re scrapping the Manchester stretch of HS2 from a converted train station IN Manchester is comic book level villainy.
It’s like repealing gay marriage from Canal Street or introducing harsher drug laws from Piccadilly Gardens.
I spent the majority of my 20s working freelance gigs and zero hour contracts. For the past 6 months I’ve had a bog standard Mon-Fri office job.
Genuine question: does the existential horror of working for 5/7ths of your life, endlessly, ever get easier to deal with?














