So here I am, playing DAMP again.
I bought TW3 at full price, and I stopped playing 3 hours in. I still just hate the guy's guts, beard or no.

Here's to being an international western RPG fan singularity. Now after Destiny in the one, and Witcher in the other "camp" of gamers, I shall real soon run out of things to talk about. It's nice being special, I suppose... first world self-pity!
MY LAPTOP LIVES!!

Cabot, a drink before I head out to the Forbidden Oasis. Hopefully I don't fall asleep while there this time.
I am looking for Ray Finkle. And a clean pair of underpants.