Massacre

It's not worth getting for PS3. The second I have a PS4, I'm just going to want to buy it again and see it in its intended glory.

It'll be Black Friday, at the latest, because, while I'm very eager to buy a PS4, I'm also cheap. It'll be cheapest on Black Friday, and I doubt I'd be able to wait much longer than that. I'm about to have a lot of disposable income, anyway. Hopefully The Division won't be out for quite some time. That's the one I'm most excited for, and I don't want to get a late start on it.

I have only just learned that Peter Dinklage is the voice of Ghost, the robot companion in this game. I am a fan.

Metallic black with bright purple pearl. It's my go-to for lowriders, but it looked nice on that Fusilade. It looks even better on my Primo. Will provide a better pic, once the sun is out. Edit: Delivered. I can't decide what wheels to use on this thing.

Manhunt night. Do a playlist of melee stuff and hang out in the industrial parts of LS. Wear masks.

Because dusty industrial decay is gorgeous.

Groovin' hard as fuck.

WIZARDRY.

Well, shit. Sorry, guys. DiO says no.

*Doesn't have Netflix* *Doesn't have a fuck to spare* Will be pirating once the season ends.

I like how people are adding a middleman for me on these Mad Max cars. Saving me a lot of wrench time.

You make a compelling argument.

I usually have to deal with both, at the same time.

I guess you guys are right. I already have a life-ruining mess of what-ifs. I should probably give it a shot while I still have a choice in the matter.

Maybe. I've always wanted to write a novel.

Edited.

That is exactly what GunSmith looks like.

It's 5:30. Sun's only just rising, and the freeway below is already gridlocked. Suits on the way to their 9-to-5s, making money that will only be wasted on their cheating wives and idiot kids. I'm on a mountain, above the Land Act Dam, not another soul around for miles. Sitting on an iron horse, three quarters of the way through a bottle of whiskey, waiting for the text message that tells me who has to die today. I don't owe anyone. I don't need the money. I can do what I please. I could fly to Vice City tomorrow, never think of Los Santos again. But I love what I do. I love gasoline and bullets and blades. I love explosions, executions, robberies. I love the look on some poor hood's face as he sees my blacked-out Buffalo S powerslide around the corner, knowing that he's breathing his last breaths. I love watching some suit trying to crawl through his window and scream at me as I flick the butt of my Redwood into the pool of gasoline I've rolled his Granger into. I love every second of it. So sit in your Oracle and judge me as I white-line my Daemon through rush hour traffic. Think about the cigarette in my mouth and the blood on my clothes and judge me, while the missus rambles about the upcoming remodel to your home. While you're lying awake at night, dreading the fact that you'll be sitting in traffic again in three hours, think about the satisfied smirk on my face, and the pistol tucked into my waistband, and judge me. Judge all you want. When you're sitting in your little cubicle tomorrow, think long and hard about how you're living your life, and think about how you judged me for living mine. Think about that smirk on my face, as you take notice of the frown on yours. Ask yourself... ... who's really wasting their life? (It is impossible to get a good selfie)

I don't think Firm can taste flavors. It all just tastes like drunk, to him. Kind of like how goblins aren't picky about what shiny things they steal. It all looks like treasure. I enjoy contributing to The Legend of Firm.

Most cars need to be lower. Most old cars need to have their top chopped a little. Not ruining it, just fixing what the company did wrong from the start. That one still has its awkward-looking top, though.

Ooh, juice.

I'm not the only one who likes parachuting?!

Leaf on the wind...

I came to this realization within 10 minutes of test flights and a trip to the clothing store. I can't believe you gave it two weeks. That's way more credit than it deserves.