Diablo 2: LOD Day 3:
The madness has sneakily crept into me from the crevasse created in the couch beneath my ass. I rattle the empty mountain dew container. "Damn, I don't want to yell for help and raise alarm. It's just corn syrup" I think to myself.
The 16-bit grunts of Bear the druid mock me through the Dolby speakers. I quickly look away but my eyes are dilated and abused from staring at the unnatural glow of a television screen in a dimly lit apartment project for thirty six and a half hours. Outside the snow falls to the earth in big wet clumps. "Kind of like the rain in Tristram" I fondly think. But I don't go outside anymore.
My life is here now with you guys.
Eerily specific gamertags keep me from forgetting my government name, but often in darker forums monikers like "bluntsmoker69" and "Ogthrop the High Elf" allow me to become completely lost within the pages of the internet, forgetting who I am entirely. An empty corn chip bag shuffles across the floor. The quest for the horadrim is nigh. "Damn you, Deckard Caine, if you didn't sound so much like Sean Connery I wouldn't be so loyal you sonofabitch" I say as I explode into laughter.
The madness has sneakily crept into me from the crevasse created in the couch beneath my ass. I rattle the empty mountain dew container. "Damn, I don't want to yell for help and raise alarm. It's just corn syrup" I think to myself.
The 16-bit grunts of Bear the druid mock me through the Dolby speakers. I quickly look away but my eyes are dilated and abused from staring at the unnatural glow of a television screen in a dimly lit apartment project for thirty six and a half hours. Outside the snow falls to the earth in big wet clumps. "Kind of like the rain in Tristram" I fondly think. But I don't go outside anymore.
My life is here now with you guys.
Eerily specific gamertags keep me from forgetting my government name, but often in darker forums monikers like "bluntsmoker69" and "Ogthrop the High Elf" allow me to become completely lost within the pages of the internet, forgetting who I am entirely. An empty corn chip bag shuffles across the floor. The quest for the horadrim is nigh. "Damn you, Deckard Caine, if you didn't sound so much like Sean Connery I wouldn't be so loyal you sonofabitch" I say as I explode into laughter.
- Tosh 2014
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