And with that, we conclude our journey into the mysterious world of anime. I still don't know what it is, how it got here, or why so many youths have fallen under its spell, but now I have looked upon its face for myself. It is strange, colorful, somewhat disturbing and maybe a tiny bit smelly. It is made out of teenagers and porn and strange costumes, and it breeds by way of elaborately-costumed mating rituals and the erotic art of glomping.
"I felt like when jonah got swallowed by a whale," says Jon. "Except there were more whales inside and they were all dressed like Final Fantasy."
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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