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Yeah, it was a fairly roundabout way to get to how my ex had the potential to be venereal poison and keep things on topic, but, I think we collectively nailed it.

Because of the article. Which happened while we were dating. Also, THE Mrs. Creed makes her look like a "2". Coincidentally, I bumped into the ex about six months ago. The last fifteen years have been... more charitable to my rugged good looks than to her now rugged looks. Edit: for reference, Mrs. Creed was a state champion in discus in high school, and won the ACC Championship three straight years ('95-'97). I married so far above my pay grade, it's ridiculous.

As long as the items aren't locked behind randomized lootboxes that are cash-only, I suspect this is exactly what we will see. Allowing users to customize their online experience has been a financial boon for publishers and developers. I know I use The Division and ESO a lot as examples, but the two are very different when it comes to monetizing aesthetic content. ESO literally lets you buy individual items or sets to furnish a character or your character's home. Everything and anything from hair and facial hair, to the curtains on your castle or cottage. Pets. Mounts. Flowerbeds. Cosmetic Armor (known as motifs in game). The Division relies on random lootboxes that are broken into collections (there are currently four). Each box contains three items from any number of generic clothing items, weapon or backpack skins, and includes the potential to roll for a piece of a cosmetic "set" (which is usually limited to three or four sets per collection). The beauty of the system in the Division is that players can earn currency to purchase these boxes via in-game activities, so they're accessible to players who don't can't or won't spend the cash. Depending on the level of customization that R* has planned for RDR2, it's hard to say which system would be better. If the option to set up a camp or base of operations for your outlaw/gang is part of the online component of RDR2, then I would lean heavily towards the ESO model. But if the customization was limited to player cosmetic customization, I'd have no problem with the model employed by The Division, or a similar model. Hell, they could have daily bounties or missions that generate currency for in-game purchases for all we know. The next few weeks are going to be run as hell as they release the info bit by bit.

Quite a bit, actually. If anything, it'd make a nice "B" title for the respective XB and PS Stores with a full remaster or sequel. My kids hate when I put bottles on my fingers and tell them to "Come out to playyyyyyyyeeeeaaaaayyyyyyy"

Please let there be a train heist mission......

There's nothing "little" about 60% of the "chicks" here. That number is closer to 80% for the bros. The birthplace of Steph Curry AND Lebron James? You absolute monster! To be fair, I once dated a girl who went to school at Dayton. She made the news.... Edit: the rabbit hole with that story is deep. Take a flashlight.

I refuse to meet in Youngstown. It's more depressing than Detroit (I get around and I've seen some stuff).

Just guilt your s.o. into buying it for you like I did. Leave it up on Amazon and walk away from the laptop. I usually do this after intentionally browsing things for her and our kids first, so when she inevitably sees the browsing history.....

I'm sure they have advanced marketing research and analytics that will provide better data to plan from, but if it where me, once a month, there'd be a unique event (both online and offline) that would have special quests and rewards available for a week. It could be a rodeo coming to town. Or a circus. A snake oil salesmen could ride up on a wagon and start hawking his miracle cure. There could be a train robbery, or robbing a stagecoach. Stealing a car. The point is, they have a lot of leeway to make monthly events big or small, and provide fun cosmetic rewards to keep players engaged. Elder Scrolls Online does a terrific job with this, as does The Division. I'm not saying that RDR2 hs to mimic either of these systems, but they provide two different examples of getting limited time events "right".

Careful, that kind of thing leads to idly speculating on the psychological effects of buying someone alive next to their deceased parents.

#TheEmpireDidNothingWrong I'm more a mitth'raw'nuruodo guy, myself. But my oldest is all about Kylo Ren, and my youngest has a room draped in Vader swag. I didn't even have to push it on them, they found it on their own.

You know what's overrated? Harry Potter. That hit right when I started college, and you has grown women toting those books around like they were keeping them warm and content.

I've seen those videos. It's not pretty.

It's all about the pacing. Two or three an hour is not a big deal if you stay active and sweat a lot of it off. Of course, being 6'4" and 225lbs certainly helps. And if you don't mind paying the price the next day by feeling like a sack of crap. Edit: my liver is probably in not so good shape, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

$500. I had been running my mouth about how much Guinness I could drink in a day without getting sick, and settled on forty bottles. Nobody believed that I could do it, so we set up some ground rules, and on a Saturday that everyone was off, I picked up six twelve packs (I had to share, right?) and went for it. If I lost the bet, I had to pick up the bar tab for about ten people on a night of their choosing. But if I won, each person owed me $50. Money went into an envelope the day before we started. I finished by 10:30 that night. Someone estimated that I had put just over 10k calories into my body that day, 5000 from the beer, and another 5000 in food (if I remember correctly, I ate two entire pizzas, more chicken wings than I can remember--we lived behind a plaza that had a lot of food options). Total cost, back then, was I believe around $250-$300 for the kegs. After I got the deposit back on the kegs, I had another party for my friends with what was left. We ordered food and I paid for the beer (minus what I had paid for the beers for the challenge). True story. In fact, Mrs. Creed met me shortly after this and was always dubious as to whether or not it was true, until our wedding night, when I knocked out about 15-18 pints during our reception (about five hours). Keep in mind, I was dancing and burning a lot of it off, but I was fine and even drove us home from the reception. That was ten years ago this year, and I bet I could at least do 30 in a day with no issues, even now.

THE United States of America. Cleveland, Ohio. You have no idea. It was during college football's "bowl season," (early January for our European friends) so it was right around freezing outside. I had the kegs sitting in my laundry room at room temp for a few days, and the aroma once I sat in the tub was what I imagine Heaven will smell like. I also had bottled Guinness in a bucket of ice next to the tub, with a television sitting on a table next to the sink. Oh, this was completely premeditated. I won a bet when I was in college, and, having paid my tuition and costs for the quarter, decided to knock an item off my bucket list. It was worth it.

I am an unabashed shill for all things Guinness. I also may or may not have even filled a bathtub with a 2 kegs of it at one point and soaked in it while watching college football for an entire day (and it may or may not have been the best day of my life).

Once again, Back to the Future 3 to the rescue! In the scene where they're pulling the Delorean with a team of horses: Marty: (Reading their speed off some sort of device) 24! Doc: It's no use Marty! Even the fastest horse in the world can't run more than 35, 40 miles an hour.

It's worth it to me for the shipping savings alone. My wife is as addicted to shopping on Amazon as I am to beer. Plus, they have The Grand Tour, which will keep me subscribed as long as they keep pumping out episodes.

Nothing against your brother, but I certainly hope this is the case. I still wake up in a cold sweat having flashbacks to playing Friday the 13th, the Game, and having Jason being played by six or eight year old kids whose parents are cooking meth in the background of their trailer and screaming at the kid using racial epithets about how to play the game as Jason.

The irony is, I was in that position when RDR came out back in 2010; my son was about a month old when it came out, and he wouldn't sleep unless someone was holding him. So I did what any self-respecting gamer would do: I grabbed the boppy and propped him up on my lap at an angle, dropped the volume to the lowest setting where I could still hear it, and would play for 4-6 hours at night while my wife slept. It was a great system--he slept like a champ, and on nights when I didn't game, I'd binge watch The Office, How I Met Your Mother, or one of any number of shows. Good luck to you, you'll need it. Don't be afraid to ask for help, especially during those first six months.

I just watched the full cut of Kill Bill the other day--it's not like burying folks alive is some new phenomenon.

When the time comes, I'll just buy whatever the NEXT console is from MS. I have a feeling it'll be some sort of hybrid PC/console type thing, if they do anything at all. The next frontier is basically full-on 4K HDR gaming anyways, which is partially supported by title, but I think the installation base for 4K HDR TV sets isn't where it needs to be to take that step.

I like my version better 😈 Clearly, I'm damaged, but I've made my peace with it. Imagine, if you will, being 13, and having your mother beseech you, in tears, to wear her mom jeans to school so she doesn't "let them go to waste". You have no protection from this egregious breach of parenting protocol from your father because he's on a six month hitch in the Middle East. So you wear them because you've got no spine and don't want to hurt mom's feelings. True story. I killed and buried my former loser self a long time ago. College is a wonderful thing; you can completely reinvent yourself for strangers. I just stopped being lame and became awesome instead (pro tip: alcohol helps). I mean, it's not like that story is any more embarrassing than the time I shat my pants, but clearly, I don't care what people think.