You Are Not Prepared…
The Legion cometh.
On Tuesday, the new expansion for World of Warcraft arrives. You know, it’s funny… I always say that I’m done with that game. And, “nah, I probably won’t even buy the new expansion…”
But then the trailers start arriving, and I begin to get hyped to start grinding some levels.
Especially when Illidan shows back up and admonishes me for how unprepared I am.
I’m not sure if the rest of the Overwatch Gang is going to make the switch over to WoW with me, but we’ll see. I really don’t have the time to play both games. Well, at least not to play them both well.
Speaking of Overwatch, it’s no secret that Daphne and I love us some Winston.
You had me at space jetpack monkey.
I’ve long joked with the rest of my group that the spray* below is the greatest one that’s been created in any game, ever. (“Sprays” are like graffiti that you can leave on the walls of the maps you play.) I’d actually gather everyone around before I hit the “spray” button and tagged the wall of our base with this thing, so all could behold its glory.
I have no idea why I think this is so funny; I just do. And I promised everyone that if they ever made a t-shirt with this logo on the front, it would be a day one purchase for me.
Fast forward to last weekend, when this happened:
Shut up and take my money.
Done and done.
It actually arrived on Wednesday and I threw it on last night to sleep in. This morning, my daughter reminded me, once again, of her impeccable taste:
I love the pause to make sure her pointer finger was still working when I didn’t say “bed.”
A valiant effort at saying, “star” too, my dear.
Okay, I’m off. Have a fantastic weekend and I’ll see you guys on Monday.