You Better Make Damn Sure The Bad Guy Isn't You

and the slicker version!...

Red Dead Inception

Dream within the dream, gringo.

Lester, Leigh, you have my eternal gratitude.

Hey Mike, have you got any Italian in you?

Would you like some?

This is for Age:



Full story here and here. Basically, you get to try and recreate Jordan's greatest moments. This might be the first bball game I actually get into...

But birds scare him.

Sharktopus.

A follow up to this. A single manly tear rolled down my cheek as I watched this.

Read Dead Time Lapse.

Some dudes took screen shots of a 24 hour cycle of the game's screensaver. Apparently if you leave red dead long enough it goes into scenery mode.

Blood In West Elizabeth

So I got into a bit of a spat in Blackwater the other night. Was minding my own business searching for Prairie Poppies (no homo) and this gringo Jarrad decided to start blazing away. We went back and forth a few times using the houses for cover. I lucked out and found a Rolling Block sniper rifle on a porch and then high-tailed it up the mountain into tree cover. It looked like Jarrad was holed up on a porch on the other side of town. At this point we commenced to have a sniper war that would last for a good 30 minutes or so. As you all know, I am a champion camper. Shiiieeeeeeeet, I have NO shame and a fuck load of patience. Poor Jarrad would soon learn about this the hard way... repeatedly.

After being maximum owned to breaking point, he quit the game. I later got sent this. Delicious validation of ownage...

Marmot eating a biscuit.

That is all

Mexican Ragee Pincushion.

Sent via BlackBerry®

Alligator, know your place.

Dutch Rage Foot

Lobster Rage Fist

Here are your winged sandles.

Just jump.