Death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back.
What a ride this show's been. Granted, I haven't watched it since July of 2015. That's besides the point though. I've quite enjoyed my time in this community. I also love the folks I've met here. You guys have brought a smile to my face and helped me through many of the most arduous times in my life.
Though I'd almost definitely give it all up for a Ford Mustang.
I want anyone that reads this to stop for a moment and think about the friends they've made. They don't have to have to be friends from just FiMFiction. They can be friends from school, Facebook, an online video game, or work. Those friends undoubtedly hold a special place in your heart, and with good reason. However, there's something that I'd like to take the time to talk about—from a personal place that I believe isn't examined enough.
It's been just under a week since Borderlands 3 came out and I've played through it once and in the process of playing through it a second time. This'll be a very short review in that regard for two reasons
The first is that I have the game paused in front of me as I write this.
The second is there's very little I'd like to say since the game more or less speaks for itself if you've played Borderlands 2.
For sometime, I've wanted to write a story that brought to mind unimaginable scale. One idea eventually came to mind and stayed with me. It started out as a story called Life. I may some day share the general basis for that story as I thought it was a fairly fun, if very silly, idea. Nevertheless, two scenes from that story remained with me throughout the years.
Playing classic World of Warcraft is a lot like this song.
It's a case of wanting to live as you accidentally aggro two enemies before wanting to die so you can simply retry your hand at playing the game.