ALL GLORY TO THE PURPLE PYRAMID MAN

If you're reading this, it means the battle has come to an end. Whether I'm still alive or not, I know not. If I am, you can probably find me at that bar on fifth street. Ryan makes some damn good beer.

I'm not going to discuss the trivalties of whether we won or lost - partially because talking to two futures at once is f!@#ing hard to write, but also because that doesn't matter right now.

The battle is over.

At the end of the day, you survived. When all was said and done, you rose from the dirt and went on to live another day.

Unless we came in last and Red decided to nuke us. In which case you're probably dead.

The battle is over, and this is a time for a rest.

Grab your laptop, find your loved ones, and start swearing bloody f!@#ing murder when your younger sister totally outplays you or 'gets a lucky draw.'

Yeah. Tooootally just 'luck'.

I encourage you all to grab some small multiplayer games - Payday 2 is still 10$ off for the shooter fans, and having recently picked up 100% Orange Juice I'm finding it quite the pleasurable experience.

Also, f!@# you Hime.

F!@# you.

Today is a time for celebration. Take pride in the fact that you are alive, hopefully with enough in the war chest to make it out to your next paycheck.

And with that, I bid you farewell. Maybe I'll see if I can grab a drinking buddy or two...