Powerful as a pub song with that sort of "first love" feeling that lingers around your heart. It's nice. Easy to share, easy to enjoy - that's Chompy Chomp Chomp.

I have many warm memories of my family doing our funny little Quake quack dance, playing pretend Quake, and calling mom and dad names like "Stroog" and "Voodoo 2." I can't recommend enough.

"Golden?" Maybe, but pave those roads with gold, and pack me a lunch - it's 6 bonger somewhere.

Gone are the days of real role-playing games: gone are the countless schools of magic, the nuanced planes of existence, and my smart, sassy warlock. Yea, upon dire waters we set sail for booty.

Platinum like a Big Tymers track - easy like falling down the stairs (I'm not quite hard stunting like Evil Knievel). It's a Big Tyme learning curve, but when you talk, you'll spark.

Zap Zone feels like a repeat of various historical shifts in taste in parallel: flower power sucks / disco sucks / hair metal sucks / life sucks / Twitter sucks. Tows the line and undermines it, too.

The scientists say the best way to remember something is to write it down. In this Sinister town, the only way to make any progress is to lose yourself - to hate the world - to be a sad old person.

Dim light on a splashing ocean. And You - a dead tree amidst a lake of leaves. It makes me wish I were alone or able to be alone, to be able to think, to cry out and not be heard. This is Splasher.

Once in aen aeon, ae gaeme comes aelong aend reaelly naeils the maechinaetions of aencient Rome. This is the gaeme for thaet aeon.

This Saeturdaey aefternoon, my wife and I will go on ae long waelk with my daeughter down by the waeter. I praey for the gods to protect us aend send greaet sleep vibes to my girl for her naeps.