It's September 6th, 10 in the morning, the day of the Wupocalypse.
Scouting the digital wasteland with my gabbagunk binoculars, I am looking for signs of any of the four horsemen.
First, the shining bright beacon at the horizon, there were people are enslaved and brainwashed, iTunes.
Barren and devoid of Revolution 60 updates since August 2015.
I let out a
Then, I scour in the opposite direction, a bustling location with many clouds of Steam, but nary a trace of Revolution 60.
If it would hit us today, like the prophecy by our Giant Kat from Space foretold, it would hit us... unexpectedly.
You have to have played less than 2 hours of the game. There are no questions asked. You just put in for a refund and you get it. You should be able to write a review to let your fellow gamers know what they can expect from this game.
Current retail value a 2002 Honda Accord with average miles and in average condition is $1,920.
Chance that a vehicle owned by Flynt/Wu is in average or better condition? Zero.
"Giant insurance settlement check," my ass.
As persecuted as Flynt/Wu is, you'd think that he'd recognize that the dealership doesn't want a gigantic, twitching, snarling tranny who looks like a child abductor from a horror movie roaming the lot. It's bad for business.
Ok 10 am pacific should be fine, Wu gets up at 12, so three hours earlier is 9... she'll have one hour to upload the game and get it out there. Not a problem right?