Yeah, I assumed it was something like that ROM.
Which either means he's one of those easily offended hyper liberals who are just as annoying as their hyper conservative counterparts, or he has no grasp on the concept of why giggling at ultra sensitive neohippies is funny for those of us who don't wear our political/moral/ethical affiliations on our sleeves, backpacks or ponchos.
Ah well, he made me giggle for a few minutes. I only wish I had an aircraft carrier and a sign saying "Mission Accomplished!" that I could pose in front of.
"So, later in the storyline, does your character get court-marshaled and incarcerated for taking part in the massacre of hundreds of civilians?"
Not so much, no. The mission is an undercover op designed to get you in good with Makarov's forces so he can be taken out all legal like.
Then again, considering that the overall aim is essentially to remove that one dude, yeah, it probably would have saved everyone a lot of time and corpse clean up to just aim the SAW toward Makarov instead of the fleeing civilians.
"Why would you even have fake wood?"
So you could build siding for your basement/amateur porn studio.
Duh.
"Um... yeah... It's not like they're opening up a Bikini-Non-Profit-Orphanage or something."
Dude, I would spend EVERY BIRTHDAY at Bikini Non Profit Orphanage. Fuck that, I'd spend every Tuesday there. Nothing goes better with naked chicks than the watery, weepy eyes of unloved bastard kids.
Jason, I already wrote the review. It's linked in the blog post. I expected people to grasp that, but since I'm also baffled by how exactly I'm "baiting people to type in all caps" -- Am I inviting the denizens of 4chan or your elderly relatives to comment on the topic? -- I'm not sure if you even read what I wrote.
I think I should probably be insulting you for being a twat about this whole thing, but I'm kinda baffled by everything you typed, so I'm just going to stare at your comment through slitted eyes and slowly shake my head back and forth.
Bizarrely, Alexakis is the only musician who I'd never heard anything about from my typically starfucking group of friends, and the few times I'd met him he seemed the epitome of the amenable, middle-aged, Portlander.
Then again, the sob stories he told me about his post-fame life might've had a hand in his sudden apparently uncharacteristic humility.
That dumbass protester misspelled "monocle!"
He or she has set the cause of irony back decades with this amateur hour bullshit.
Building a bookcase (to your heart).