A worthwhile splurge for the cause of brutalizing my powerlifts via Act of Dethklok.
A charity fundraiser weekend of tabletop gaming shenanigans in which I attempted to fill the shoes of a first-person shooter, a noble luchador, and an eight-year-old girl (and her monster).
I expected R.O.T.O.R. to be bad in the usual dull sense of nonexistent filmcraft, though perhaps with another amusing reference or two to share with those in the know. I was so very wrong in the best possible way.
A fun, inspirational, and educational weekend in which I got a shot in the arm for my online presence and the chance to voice act alongside Davros.
MILON’S SHITTY ASSHOLE! TRIAL AND ERROR! MOSTLY ERROR! THERE IS ONLY ONE MAHARITO – FOR ME TO POOP ON!
Stuff a sock in it and go kiss me where the great Hank split me.
A full throttle rampage through a junkyard wasteland of skulls and rust and chrome. A straight up action flick reveling in its nature while flipping a rocket-powered bird at tired genre conventions. A heavy metal symphony with a human heart.
Early on, my concept of Dynasty Warriors appreciation was messing around on easy mode with the fat guy or the chakram girl or the claw guy who looked like Vega. Dynasty Warriors 5 turned me from a casual dabbler into a proper fan of the series and enthusiast for Three Kingdoms history and lore. The love remains strong a decade after its release.
In which I visit a free haunt for charity hosted in a Philipsburg car dealership.
In which I travel to Mill Hall, PA to see my first haunted attraction in several years.
Seven years ago, I randomly spotted this crossover of Dynasty and Samurai Warriors during the obligatory mall visit Gamestop walkthrough. It was equal parts grandeur and absurdity, thoughtful craft and happy accident slapdash. It was a beat ’em up addiction with “it” factor rivaled only by my reigning personal KOEI Jesus of Dynasty Warriors 5.