Who's At Fault? Brent
...busy busy busy busy!
Isn't it a constant of human experience that if you say a word over and over and over again it begins to sound strange, and lose all meaning?
Still and all, I've been in a much better place recently. The weather transition has passed (for the most part; this being the armpit of Texas, the weather is as changeable as the Master Manipulator (every store needs one)'s moods...
(Congrats to him, by the by, on the birth of the Mini-Manipulator who cries and cries!)
...and so my leg is feeling a bit less Abhuman. (See what he did there? He thinks he's sooo clever.)
This week's Terrible Tuesday article is a bit of a deliberate flame-fest plus an army challenge. I'm trying to work out what the prize will be. I posted a picture of my NecroNid Hybrid, though. This post is an excuse to post more.
Note the colors are hard to capture in film. The yellows and greens give the Cybershot a digital headache, which I can relate to, being but an Empty Digital Headache myself.
Lines on your computer screen, mate; how real am I?
Yeah, I'm not sure where the words went, either.
So I'm here in Austin, ready to take on the world... Or however many gamers show up. Here's my super-hard, super-tough tournament ...
(I stole borrowed this article in whole from Apocalypse 40K ; full credit there. Anyway, Nick predicted this outcome for years and was alw...