By Toby McCasker on May 29, 2013 at 11:04 am
When the bullets are flying thick and fast like swarms of flies with knives, I don’t like being out there by myself. I want a brotatoe at my side. Not only do the odds of being killed by a knife-fly go from 100% to 50% (maybe 25% if the brotatoe in question is really into potatoes, fried ones) but there may come a time when I would prefer not to stab-tackle a madman strapped with bombs through a plate glass window and would instead like Frank Woods to do it for me.
Many such brotatoes have similarly saved my ass with their badass, but after much ado about eating chips and thinking, I have realised my fave brotatoe is not a bro at all, but a sister.
By Toby McCasker on September 26, 2012 at 1:48 pm
For the past coupla weeks, Fallout: New Vegas has been on my mind. Don’t ask me why. I haven’t played it since I finished it ages ago. I haven’t even explored any of its DLC, which all came it out in dribs and drabs once I’d done my badass Legion thing and left the future of New Vegas in the homoerotic hands of Caesar and his army of skirt-men. I tend to only play games once and make a big personal epic out of it. When it’s done, it’s done, so I have no idea how siding with the NCR or Mr. House pans out. I shot that crusty butthole about a hundred times. Try to tell me how to live, will you.
I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about it a lot.