So it's Saturday morning, and you've got your bowl of cereal and your coffee and you're about to sit down and read whatever hilarity I intend to drop on you to make you shoot that coffee through your nose and into your cereal bowl, and all you get is a lame excuse.
So here's the excuse - I played a game tonight so I could review it, but I think it sucks. It went poorly, and I may have made mistakes, but there's no way I can get that first group to play again. I'll have to take it home and play it with my regular guinea pigs, so I'll have to get back to you. I don't have a backup handy, so it's excuse day.
If it makes you feel any better, that's not even a low point of my day. It was almost all worse than that.
So I'm sorry I suck, but I swear I'll write something awesome Monday.
I'd like to know which game you played . . .
I'll tell you once I figure out if it really was as bad as I thought.
Let me think....
Does it have a Venus Flytrap that could be construed as a razor-edged vagina?
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