I'm starting to think I should stop using my name in puns, because the thought of having a whole month inside me is making me a touch uncomfortable. It's not even discomfort in a physical sense - there are metaphysical concerns that need addressing: what does having a month inside you mean? Is it an internalised manipulation of time that differs from regular external time? Can the two meet and cause a vortex? Can my farts then stop World War 2? These are questions that may not ever be answered, and that may be for the better.
In case you can't tell, it's 3 in the fucking morning. You should be able to tell, because it's the time when the intellectual side of my brain simultaneously needs to prove how intelligent it is while still catering to people who like fart jokes i,e the rest of me at 3 in the fucking morning.
This is a long intro. 9/10 of you will have skipped it, read the titles of the things I've talked about and then tell me my opinion is wrong without even having read it. Jokes on you though, because in it I tell you who your real dad is and why he has always loved me more than you. The answer is because you can't fucking read son! You're fucking shit at it!
Anyway... stuff.
Bloodborne: The Old Hunters
Oh... before I say that, I have a new PS4! Yay! This one has buttons on it and not the stupid sensor things that were stupid and not good. Yay! I also got Bloodborne DLC! Yay! Unfortunately the downside of that is that I didn't cloud save and as such have to start the game over.
Oh No!
But that's okay because you can access the DLC pretty early on.
YAY!
So I jumped in after beating Vicar Amelia. Now, I like to think I'm pretty good at Bloodborne. I've beaten it 3 times now and can comfortably beat the first 4 bosses without breaking a sweat. I thought the new DLC would be a cakewalk. And indeed it was, right up until I met the first enemy. He killed me. In one hit. It was not very nice.
I decided to take a different route and then I realised - these things that are insta-killing me are the trash mobs! So I did what any sane man would do in my situation and ran around and collected every bit of loot I possibly could. I got some fancy clothes and some kind of cleaver that turns into a whip and I left and haven't been back since.
Guild Wars 2: Heart of the Thorny Storm Heroes
There are far too many games that have HoT or HoTS as initials. I mean, there's Heart of The Swarm, Heroes of the Storm, Heart of Thorns, and... really that's about it, but FUCK IT THEY'RE TOO SIMILAR!
Anyway, I've played 600 fucking hours of Guild Wars 2 so you bet your sweet ass I've played the expansion. But fuck it none of you cunts give a solitary sandwich fuck about MMOs so to condense my opinion: new class good, elite specs fun, method of getting them grindy, new area insane and hard and crazy, and melted cheese burns when you put it down your trousers. NEXT!
Jessica Jones
Jesus fucking Christ watch this show! I'm saying this now, this is one of the greatest first seasons of any thing ever. It's creepy, it's dark, it's hilarious, it's sweet, it's fucked up in all the right ways. Just watch it. It's brilliant in ways that I am too sleepy to discuss.
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Anyway, I've prattled on long enough. It is time for sleep. Just do all the things I said in this blog. Well, I only told you to do one thing - join ISIS watch Jessica Jones. Oh, and Grilled Cheese goes in your mouth and nowhere else. Believe me, swelling may make it bigger, but it ain't impressing anyone. Goodnight!
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