A Rouge Nation of sorts
What started off as peaceful morning into deep space quickly turned into chaos.
It turns out the infection from a day prior still lingers. Flight Engineer Talos became sick with rage. The red light of hate burned bright within him.
Distancing his ship from ours was the first sign of his madness.
Attacks reigned down from pedestal of hate:
Talos' taste for blood ended by the hand of the saint Los Fancy Pants.
No Shirt - No Shoes - Cooking Bacon
An epic showdown for the ages. Reklamer posts all-time career high in kills, assists and alimony payments. Talos showed us again why he is the top paid combatant. And Fancy showed up. (in the back).
Big game. Big kills. Be sure to look for the replay on the Onion Sports Dome.
Lightning + Lightning + Fire + Life
Crash to desktop? Story of this god damn game. Once we squashed all the bugs we ended up having a really good time. It was good to be back and not team killing the fuck out of my friends.
Fifteen freaking minutes just trying to cut that fucking rope. Later (4 levels later) we found the melee button. It was a long day. No questions please.
Our crowning achievement and capping off of the night...finding the potato basket (not any objective in the game).