Twenty-seven attempts on the same boss and the clothes came off around attempt four. Elden Ring's got me in a mood I can't explain — tell me what you'd do if you walked in on me like this.
Twenty-seven attempts on the same boss and the clothes came off around attempt four. Elden Ring's got me in a mood I can't explain — tell me what you'd do if you walked in on me like this.
New Metal Gear collection's finally out and I've been on a stealth run since it went live. Somewhere around hour four the clothes stopped being necessary. Tell me you'd be quiet enough to sneak up on me.
Midnight release unlocked and the download's crawling — too wired to sit still, too impatient to put anything on. Tell me what you'd do to keep me busy while I wait.
Gamescom's over and the silence in this apartment is almost offensive. Lying here trying to process a week of reveals and I don't think I'm even close. Tell me what reveal you can't stop thinking about.
Tomorrow's going to be loud and I'm not ready to give this up yet. Got my drink, my view, and exactly zero reasons to go back inside. Tell me you'd keep me company out here.
Only morning nobody's waiting on me and I'm still up before the coffee. Tell me you'd reach that shelf for me.
Opening Night Live is in four days and I've already got three tabs of the schedule open like it's going to change if I stop refreshing. The Witcher expansion reveal alone is going to ruin my whole week. Tell me you're watching it too so I have someone to lose my mind with.
Just got back from the stables and I can still feel every stride in my legs. Breeches are staying on for exactly as long as it takes me to finish this water. Tell me you'd help with the boots.
Getting ready takes twice as long when I keep stopping to admire the progress. Tell me you wouldn't be distracted either.
Gamescom sold out and I've got the exhibitor map open like I'm planning a heist. Tell me you could keep up with me for five halls.