Friday, 21 July 2017

Call of Duty: What's up with all the revisionism?


When I first heard the next instalment of now more than a decade old franchise would be going back to World War II, I was genuinely excited. I thought we'd revisit some of the more iconic battlefields, see some new ones, maybe have the developers show how much things have progressed in all this time, and flex their engineering muscles a bit. What I did not expect is for the developers to go full retard in their attempt to appease some lunatics and their agenda for more "diversity". Especially not on the account of historical accuracy.

But hey, things happen, marketing is marketing, and good press never hurt anyone, right? Well, anyone who was at least hit by a book on World War II, if not actually read the thing, would know that National Socialists did not condone women in the armed forces. Let alone black women. But lo and behold, this is what we're getting in the newest instalment of Call of Duty.

Now, some will say, why take it so serious, it's just a game. No, it is not just a game. It is about keeping the facts straight. You want to have female combatants in a game about World War II, by all means. They existed all the way from Soviets to probably all Resistance movements throughout Europe. Where they did not exist, and were absolutely not black, was in the German army.

But then, I'm reminded that this is a game where German soldiers won't be wearing swastikas, because Germans love to suppress their dirty little secrets. In that respect, how much damage can a black female in a German uniform really do? At some point you have to ask yourself, is this supposed to be a WW2 game? Or is it just a watered down cash-grab masquerading as a historical first person shooter?

Some will say, it is just a multiplayer. The singleplayer campaign will probably be historically accurate. Once again, this is beside the point. The fact that you have it set during World War II, is  reason enough to make your soldiers historically accurate. If that means no female soldiers, then no female soldiers. If that means there won't be an option to play a black guy in the battle for Stalingrad, so be it. You can play the black guy in the battle for British Somaliland (who am I kidding, they'll never let us play in British Somaliland).

In an interview with Forbes, the developers had this to say on the matter:
"[We] wanted our players, regardless of gender or ethnicity to feel they were represented in Multiplayer. The Call of Duty soldier you customize and play as should be a representation of you, your avatar in MP, and that soldier can look however you choose. Allowing players to take themselves into battle, whether assigned to the Allied or Axis factions, was a strategic decision which we believe strikes the right balance of fun and inclusiveness."
The reason the developers gave is downright banal. So, now seeing a swasitka is triggering, but identifying with the National Socialists or Communists is acceptable and desirable? Give me a break. This is such a hogwash it makes my stomach turn.

When I first heard they were revisiting World War II, I had high hopes for this Call of Duty. I thought we would finally be able to see some of the German, Soviet, and Italian campaigns that are always sorely missing. After all, the war did not start with the D Day in 1944 AD, it started in September of 1939. I can't be the only one who thought of playing through the Winter War between Finland and Soviet Union, or the Greco-Italian War between Greece and Italy, or even the German invasion of Poland.

All of these are as of yet unexplored venues. World War II is not just a school trip over the battles of Band of Brothers or Enemy at the Gates, it is much more. I am certain, the developers have the talent and manpower to make all the fronts and battlefields as interesting and engaging as any other - if only they cared enough.

But no, what they care about is submission, and what they pay attention to is rabid SJWs who only want to mold the world to match their perception. How warped and inaccurate the end result turns out to be, is something they do not concern themselves with. They, after all are not the ones who will be playing the game anyways. Just like they don't watch the films they push, comics they destroy, or books they poison. Because the medium of choice for SJWs is just the tool with which they spread their cancerous ideology.

Some might like that, I don't. I'm through with this franchise, and if you care for either historical accuracy or just the state of gaming industry, you should be too.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Marvel's baby steps: Miss America


After back in March Marvel's VP of Sales David Gabriel hinted in an interview that the reason for dwindling sales might be the readers' dislike of diversity, it was only a matter of time before they would do something about it. As always they were wrong, and at least partially right at the same time. This is all my opinion so you can take that for what it is. But what is most important thing, is that Marvel is finally taking the right steps out of this mess they got themselves into.

To start at the beginning, readers never had any problem with diversity. They had problems with revisionism. If you grow up reading the stories of a certain character you know that character in and out. And when a certain busy-body comes along proclaiming that he knows better and changes your favourite superhero to some unrecognisable abomination, the readers end up dissatisfied as they feel betrayed. All the years they invested in this hero become worthless with a blink of an eye.

Stories of superheroes are the modern myths. To compare the likes of Homer to the talent at Marvel might be too much, but the cultural impact is the same.We all know that Superman is Kryptonian who lost his planet, that Batman is an orphan who intimidates the crooks in Gotham, and that Wolverine has a bad temper and a set of claws to match it. The owners of the intellectual property might be the owners of those heroes on paper, but it is the collective people's perception that owns them in reality.

So when Marvel started their revisionist jihad against some of the most beloved superheroes in their universe, readers were up in arms. You can't have a female Thor, Puerto Rican Spiderman, black female Iron Man, Muslim Miss Marvel, or have someone else take over for Captain America. It doesn't fly with the readers who already have established who is who and what is what. It's betraying their trust. For the longest time the opponents of these changes maintained that they do not care if Marvel wants to push new characters, as long as the old favourites stay recognisable as what they were since their first inception.

Finally it seems Marvel listened, when they launched a comic with Miss America in the title role. Now the description of Miss America reads like any other SJW's screed on identity. She is a Latina, lesbian, who is splits her time between attending college and fighting aliens, if she's not too busy protesting some non-cause (that last part is my invention).

I have no doubt this comic will crash and burn just like all the previous revisionist attempts. How would it not, when even the loudest cheerleaders for such heroines among the SJWs openly admit they do not read these comics? But what is more important, and needs to be applauded is the fact, that Marvel made a move in the right direction. They are creating the new characters, new heroes with which they want to attract the readers. Now it is only a matter of time before they realise it is not all their imaginary check boxes that matter, but instead good stories.

Question remains, will Marvel realise this anytime soon, or will they spend next 15 years figuring out why their cardboard characters do not interest the remaining few readers?

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Review: Forbiden Thoughts

It's been almost a month since I first read the anthology of short stories titled Forbidden Thought. I've been meaning to write a review of it as soon as I finished reading it, but I found it difficult at first, not really knowing how to tackle the whole topic. In many ways, I am grateful for that. Had I written about it immediately, all I could say about the book is that the quality of the stories varies, some are entertaining, some not so much. But when I think of it now, that would be a gross understatement, and rather unfair conclusion on my part. Thus I am grateful for the delay after which I am finally writing this review.

The stories range in length, theme, and scope. There is some poetry, and some essays, but most of them are short stories, and really good at that. Some are very small-scale, dealing with the life of one character, while others span the universe, space and time, and even across space and time. The common theme through all of them is to simply take an established idea of our time, and run it to its logical conclusion in order to see what happens then. And it is that kind of courage I missed for some time from the contemporary Science Fiction. As Kant put it, Sapere aude! To dare to think, to dare step forward and proclaim the emperor has no clothes. And that simple mission this anthology accomplished without a fault.

I enjoyed most of the stories, some like Nick Cole's opener Safe Space Suit are great satires, while others like At the Edge of Detachment by A.M. Freeman were sincerly thought provoking. Some were downright mischievous like Vox Day's Amazon Gambit, while others like David Hallquist's The Social Construct were grave both in tone and touch. I found myself deeply moved by the story of Jane Lebak titled The World Ablaze, while the Test of the Prophet by L. Jagi Lamplighter was just mindblowing. And there are many more like Brian Niemeier's Elegy for the Locust that tackles the topic of appeasment in a brilliant manner, or Joshua M. Young's The Secret History of the World Gone By that examines a fallen civilization that doesn't even realise it's doom. My single gripe with the anthology is that Larry Correia did not write about politically correct monster hunting. I guess we can't have it all. Some other time then...

What surprised me the most was the nuance of the stories in the anthology. I came to call it a difference between loud and silent stories. The first are with you from the get-go. You read them, you grasp the idea behind them, and you move on thinking about it ever so often. But it is the quiet ones that over a month I still kept pondering on, thinking about them and ruminating until I reached a satisfying conclusion. The stories in question, truly do reflect the title of the anthology. The way how John C. Wright takes the reader on a philosophical journey across space and time in By His Cockle Hat and Staff, or how there is a silent promise of hope in Hymns of the Mothers by Brad R. Torgersen. I don't know how to convey this. It isn't that those stories that are obvious from the get-go are better or worse from those who are more subtle. It's the combination of the two, that makes the whole entity harmonious as a result. It is a nuance that makes you appreciate the beauty of these stories.

That alone is well worth the price of purchase.

You can find the Forbidden Thoughts on Amazon.

Time to Put an End to Riots

With some people you can reason, some you can persuade, but for some not even a stick is good enough. These days rioting seems to be in fashion. Wherever you turn your eye there seems to be a protest in place, as long as you don’t see the picture and realise it is in fact rioting, not protesting taking place. One thing to make clear from the start, protests are inherently peaceful and thus not violent. Riots are the opposite of it, they are inherently violent and thus not peaceful at all. As soon as a group of people starts destroying private or public property, harassing or attacking other people, they lose any right to call themselves protesters and should be treated accordingly. That is, like criminals who do not belong on the street but in jail. I would advocate that the institutions in power stop treating them as children by just letting them wantonly destroy everything in their sight and beat whoever they seem fit, and instead enforce the Law. Even with the iron rod if need be. They deserve it. This only continues because the authorities decide the mob is not worth the hassle. But that is in its entirety deluded approach. What they need to do is prosecute the violent rioters, those that attack innocent people, those that destroy other’s property, those that organise these riots, and in the end even those and especially those who finance them. Only when they will be severely punished and their lives and prospects for the future sufficiently ruined will that serve as a good deterrence for the rest of these mobs who were entertaining such ideas. Those perpetuating these crimes need to experience the pain, the anguish, the anxiety, and the fear they inflict on any innocent outsider or even bystander by their horrific behaviour. They deserve every broken jaw, every drop of tear gas, and every day of their sentence serving in prison. They broke the social contract, and thus deserve the worst the state can inflict on them. It is after all, them themselves who inflict this upon themselves. But as it stands right now, it will take some time before anyone decides to take a decisive action. What is more likely, is that with the sudden reemergence of Antifa in every riot featured in the media, that their counterparts will start seeking them out knowing they have nothing to fear. The media who is currently in their delusional state cheering Antifa on, ignoring the consequences of their actions will have a different opinion of those that take Antifa up on their offer for violence. But that will not be enough. In the end, for this to stop in its tracks, the pressure will have to come from the top. That means the government will probably have to intervene and threaten to cut funding to the cities and college campuses where the riots are not dealt with away in a swift and decisive manner (I didn’t even finish writing this article when President Trump already took to twitter with that in mind). When it comes to college campuses, the donors present an additional pressure point. While in general it might stand that any kind of publicity is good publicity, that is far from true for colleges. After the protests on the University of Missouri the enrolment rate plunged by 20%, costing them approximately $32 million, thus forcing the University to entertain some budget cuts. Not to mention, the donors and past Alumni were not happy with the negative publicity of their Alma Mater being dragged through mud. And those were just protests. Now entertain the idea, what the University of Washington, or UC Berkeley are in for next year, after the riots that took place there, and made it into national news. The faculty of both universities came out openly against free speech. UW has to deal with a shooting in self-defence, all while no guns are allowed on the campus, thus casting doubts at the efficiency of the campus security. Berkeley on other hand has a PR-disaster on their hands that will tarnish their name for quite some time. What used to be the home of free speech is home no more. Smashing ATMs, bank windows, assaulting people, setting fires, pepper-spraying innocents, and looting a Starbucks being just some of the long list of crimes the rioters got away with unpunished. Can we just for a moment stop and think how unhinged these rioters are when they scream: “F*ck Starbucks! F*cking Zionists!” while claiming they are anti-fascist, “protesting” against the speech of a homosexual of jewish descent? But fret not, we know very well, that the media can’t help themselves but making news out of every tweet President Trump makes. And if the rioters end up not answering for their crimes, then the UC Berkeley will for enabling them, by hitting them where it hurts the most, their wallet. And for the American colleges, that long since stopped caring about education in favour of indoctrination all while filling their pockets, there is no punishment more appropriate.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Sticks And Stones May Break Your Bones, But Words Won’t And Never Did

“The fascists of the future will be called anti-fascists.” -- unknown Couple of weeks ago a video of a member of Antifa punching a supposed Neonazi exploded with wild cheers of joy. After all, what is more American than punching a Nazi, read the tweet that since grew into a meme. For one: Freedom of Speech. Freedom of Speech is sacred, and should remain Sacrosanct. Now I understand that some might disagree, and to make it clear, for me Freedom of Speech is everything short of Hate speech that I will equate with call to action. That last one is unacceptable and should be harried by law without any kind of restraint or remorse. Everything else should be a fair game no matter what comes out of someone’s mouth. Someone says Martians are superior to Eartherners? Tough, ask the gingers how it feels to be without a soul. When asked in an interview if it is ok to punch a Nazi, Slovenian marxist philosopher Slavoj Žižek vehemently disagreed with the notion saying: “If a guy talks like that jerk [Richard Spencer], you should just ignore him.”, “Don’t even acknowledge him as a person.” Now some might disagree, vociferously or reluctantly. It does not really matter why, but they would like to argue, that the “Nazi” had it coming, he deserved it. The thing is, in civil society, in the West at least, I would like to believe that we have ways to solve our problems without resolving to more basic instincts. For one, simply because of the unwritten law of reciprocity. If you can punch anyone you disagree with, you are sooner or later getting punched yourself, and then you have only yourself to blame, because you already instituted that disagreement alone as good enough reason to throw a punch at someone. You don’t believe me? Just ask that member of Antifa who got shot in the stomach in the act of self-defence because he was harassing an attendee of Milo Yiannopoulos’ speech at the University of Washington. To be clear, the shooter later surrendered himself to police, and they let him go without pressing any charges. Something you will not see, from these “brave” individuals who dare take a punch at a “Nazi”. The same violence perpetrated against a Trump supporter can be seen on this video, where the “protesters” against the President’s Trump travel ban cheered and yelled “That’s right Nazi boy!” after knocking the man unconscious. That all this was accompanied by the chants of “peaceful protest” is a mere farce at this point. It has been long since chanting “Peaceful protest” actually meant peaceful protest. These days, it means, either you bow down in submission, or the same “peaceful protest” will happen to you, so take note. On the same airport one of the counter-protesters in support of the President’s Trump travel ban had enough of being called “Nazi-scum” and lashed out. The third case involves members of Antifa beating a woman on the street, brutally kicking her while she lied on the floor. All because the woman in question wore a ring with a Spanish flag on it, in Spain. Radical left responded by saying this was “poetic justice”. I ask you, is that acceptable? Is that applaudable? Is that not worth the condemnation, and persecution it deserves? This is the primary reason why words, no matter how hurtful to your sensibilities should never be countered with violence. It is not the same. And I would dare say, here is where the whole conundrum stems from. Treating physical violence on the same level as a disagreement of ideas or an insult thrown. No matter how much it aches your soul, that does not make it equal to kicking someone’s teeth in. That is why we have the phrase “a battle of wits”. If it comes to fists, so be it, but at least make sure that the fists were what lead to the fight. Once you equalise throwing a punch to throwing an insult, the line separating the two categories disappears. There is no difference between the two, and if there is no difference, there is no stopping you from hitting someone because you disagree with his ideas about the world. That is a dangerous path to thread, and certainly one that will eventually back-fire. To celebrate violence exacted upon someone you disagree with is disgusting. We should never condone it, and always condemn such an abhorrent behaviour. No matter who it comes from or who the target is. It is not acceptable. It is not debatable. In the end, Pastor Martin Niemöller said it the best: “First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”

Tuesday, 31 January 2017

My General Fatigue With Gaming


I don't know what it is these days, but I can't get myself to play anything. On Friday, after almost a yearlong dry spell I reinstalled Heroes of the Storm thinking it will be fun to have some competitive edge. As soon as I finished my first game, I was dispelled of that notion. All the reasons why I uninstalled it in the first place were obvious once again. I'd like to say it's not me, it's the game but I know that would be unfair. Because over that same weekend I tried couple of other games with which I used to have plenty of fun.

Thinking it would be great to go down the memory lane, on Satturday I installed Knights of the Old Republic. As soon as I was given the control over the droid I found myself uninstalling the game. I don't know what I was looking for, but KotOR was not scratching that itch in the least. Then I started playing with the idea that Dragon Age: Origins was always a great game, but the end result was the same. On Sunday I first lost half an hour creating a city elf that I deleted as soon as tutorial started, and then lost another half an hour creating a human noble, that I deleted as soon as the attack on the castle started.

At that point I just gave up. I deleted the game and resigned myself to a couple of mindless games of Hearthstone. These days, the only game I still open every other day, and even that only to clear the quests all at once in order to get the gold. I'm already saving for the next expansion or adventure that wasn't even announced yet. What else is there to do? I'm not about to waste money on cards I don't need, or Arena runs I can't reasonably profit from.

Truth is, my computer is old. It's been old for long, but the duration of previous console generation kept it in the loop. So now, eight years after the release of Wrath of the Lich King it feels ancient. I got games in my Steam library collecting dust on them, brand new games I would very much love to play, but it is just not a possibility. Not for some time still. Nothing I can do there.

But then again, maybe I'm just blaming it on my computer. Right now I feel the itch for some Prince of Persia: Warrior Within. I replayed Sands of Time and The Two Thrones some time ago, but I did not dare to replay Warrior Within. That one is an all-time favourite. And no matter what I want to avoid what happened with Unreal II: The Awakening. When I was a kid, the game was awesome, now it doesn't look that good, and I'm not talking about the graphics either. Maybe it's just nostalgia, or maybe it's just Dahaka is demanding his due...

Monday, 23 January 2017

Power of Transmog: Dread Knight



Icy winds of Northrend, crisp whispering filling your head, demons surrounding you at every turn, and above all the indomitable will to save your people from the clutches of undeath. What was once true for Arthas, holds true now for all his Death Knights. And no matter where they tread, they always inspire fear and dread. But here, we have a transmog set, that will aside from Death Knights, allow Paladins and Warriors as well to feel what it is like to be the bad boy of the bunch.

Here is the itemlist:
  • Dreadnaught Helmet
  • Dreadnaught Pauldrons
  • Chestplate of the Risen Soldier
  • Sentinel's Winter Cloak
  • Greatheart Pants
  • Stompers of Brazen Terror
  • Jandvik Girdle
  • Sylish Black Shirt
  • Gauntlets of Derision
  • Frostbitten Greatsword
If you prefer sword and shield, or even dual-wielding, here are some alternatives:
  • The Facelifter
  • Wrathful Gladiator's Barrier
  • Heart-Lesion Greatsword
  • Demonslayer
  • Blades of the Fallen Prince

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Power of Transmog: Deathwing's Bane


Dragons. Since I was little those flying lizards fascinated me, in large part because my city has a big dragon in its coat of arms. In no small part because of all the tales I read of heroes slaying evil, and protecting the week. And while Deathwing might pale in comparison to these winged monsters in other mythoi, such as Tolkien's Ancalagon the Black, he is still a mighty beast to behold. And to think of it back now, the adventurers in World of Warcraft did not just behold, but also slay that nasty wyrm. So to this end, I put together a transmog that would celebrate such heroic deed. As always, it can be used by all the platewearers; Paladins, Death Knights, and Warriors alike.

Here is the itemlist:
  • Crown of Anasterian
  • Shoulderguard of the Eclipse
  • Titanskin Cloak
  • Chestplate of Vicious Potency
  • Flamefury Gauntlets
  • Abandoned Zandalari Goreplate
  • Fused Alloy Legplates
  • Iron Bellow Sabatons
  • Endbringer
Warriors might be tempted to experiment with Warbringer Shoulderguards, or even Vindictive Gladiator's Plate Shoulders (840 ilevel edition) if you're Horde. The second option is my favourite.

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Apocalypse World: Meet the Protagonists

The other day I was playing around with the character creator in Brink, and discovered it is downright perfect to recreate all the characters my tabletop group played during our First Campaign set in the Apocalypse World, and now our Second one as well. What is best, is that creating those characters in the game, helped me imagine them a lot better than I previously did, It also helped set a certain tone that was previously rather missing or was erratic in entirety. So here is the team:

1st Campaign: Icy Winds of Gretzky

While the Apocalypse was devastating, and a new ice age dawned on the continent that used to be North America (or what remained of it), a small town managed to pull through. Maybe it was because its inhabitants were sturdy and accustomed to cold. Maybe it was their love of hockey gods. Your guess is as good as mine. What remains a fact, is that the town of Gretzky prospered in the harsh conditions where others fell to oblivion. Situated near the great ruins of otnoroT it's scavengers never lacked for work, or strange enemies.

Crimson
Crimson (The Battlebabe):
He was a man driven by his own ambition and a harsh sense of justice. He wanted a better life for his townspeople, but the methods he used to get there were always brutal and unforgiving. Forget eye for an eye, tooth for tooth. With Crimson it was an eye for two eyes, a tooth for a mouthful. Unforgiving, unrelenting, and uncompromising. He was the ice age incarnate. After he suffered a devastating betrayal at the hands of Lars, one of his supposed allies in the war against the evil sheriff, he pushed on to save the town on his own. The price to pay was terrible, as his gang, as well as the town ended up in ruins. Soon afterward Crimson perished as well, vowing to save a special place in hell beside him just for Lars. Knowing Crimson, he probably did it as well, even if he had to fight an army of devils for it.

Lars
Lars (The Chopper):
A big man with a soft heart. All Lars ever wanted, was to have a small garden where he could tend to his carrots, beets and potatoes. But as the leader of a motorcycle gang for hire he was most often seen led by the gang instead of him leading that same gang. What he wanted was very simple, and yet impossible at the same time. He wanted everyone to be happy. This usually translated into him agreeing with whoever presented their plan to him last. They say road to hell is paved with good intentions, and Lars for one never cared about anything else, always believing if only he means well, everything will end well. His main goal was to survive, and ensure the survival of his gang. Everything else, his reputation, his honour, or the way how anybody else could perceive his actions, never mattered to him, and he was not ashamed to admit it.

Pallor
Pallor (The Brainer):
A mystery to himself as much as to others, Pallor was a strange fellow. Always in the centre of all the action, even though he never wanted to be anywhere near it. He didn't care about power, or wealth, or even fame for that reason. What he understood was how to make himself most useful to the most powerful players in Gretzky vying for power. Hiding in plain sight, where all saw him as weak and impotent, Pallor was the one pulling the strings where no one dared. What he cared about was so esoteric and unexplainable, that he never even tried. The Maelstorm called to him though, and he listened to that syrene call in hopes to learn something, something that would help him understand. Understand what? That is something not even he ever truly grasped. Maybe it had to do something with his upbringing inside of a mental asylum? Might just turn out that the one raised around lunatics is the most adjusted of all the people.

2nd Campaign: Law of the Jungle


Colonel Tranh
Never truly a town, Outpost developed from a military base that found itself in dire need of reshuffeling its priorities after the Apocalypse struck. No more fighting bloody wars, now just fighting for survival. Jungle hides many things; beasts, monsters, ancient ruins, or ambitious men can all be equally dangerous threat. Yet the iron spirit of military still lingers even 50 years after the cataclysmic event that pushed Outpost in oblivion deep in the jungles of Africa. The new commander has a vision to make Outpost great again. It is far from over, it only just began.

Colonel Tranh (The Hardholder):
They say there is a fine line between greatness and madness. Colonel Tranh is a living testament to that. A man with a vision so preposterous, crazy, or indeed ingenious, he had to put down a coup as soon as he came into power. While the details of his succession to the position of the Commander of Outpost might be murky at best, one thing is certain, he will not give away his power to anyone. Colonel Tranh is a cautious and patient man, he hates violence if it can be avoided, and yet if pressed he will make a bloodbath that will ensure that no enemy of his will be left to oppose him. His vision, to fly high in the sky. His plan to achieve it, relegating all the resources into rebuilding a helicopter.

Warwick
Warwick (The Chopper):
A man of short temper and shorter fuse, but a soldier through and through, Warwick is the kind of commander who takes care of his men first and foremost. His elevation to the commander of the last remnants of the 1st Regiment Cavalry was a field promotion, after their last one died in a skirmish against savages. In order to exact revenge for the death of their last commander, Warwick led his men through some of the harshest battles mankind got to experience after the Fall. Those who heard the tales of the survivors dubbed them Dark Angels, a name Warwick's unit takes a certain level of pride in. While in the past they worked as mercenaries for hire, fighting for whoever could guarantee them more food and petrol, this changed when they came to Outpost. Although Colonel and Warwick do not see eye to eye on everything, Warwick has a deep sense of respect for the man running the show.

Butch
Batty Butch (The Gunlugger):
A bodyguard, an assassin, a gun-for-hire, Batty Butch is one-of-a-kind ace-in-a-hole type of man. In a cruel world where might makes right, Butch was one of the fortunate ones to grow up in a safe environment surrounded by family and friends who above all believed in Kantian moral imperative. Even when he was young, that made no sense to Butch. He thought this was invitation to be exploited, and it did not long for him to run away from the safe haven the group of scientists created while working day and night to perfect the cure. There is very little that ever mattered to Buch in his life, but to be on the right side of the gun barrel was one of them. The world is mad, and so are the people, but only way to stay alive and prosper, is to be even crazier then all of them.

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Power of Transmog: Viking Warlord


And so the the white snowy Winter finally arrived. What that means, is that it's time for a colder looking transmog set, and what screams cold and bloody murder louder than a viking warlord? This set is fit for all Paladins, Warriors, and Death Knights alike. Although I would hazard a guess it will look best on humans, and surprisingly enough dwarves -it's the beard.

Here is the itemlist:
  • Shardback Helm
  • Ornate Saronite Pauldrons
  • Master's Cloak
  • Ravenskar Breastplate
  • Ornate Saronite Gauntlets
  • Shardback Girdle
  • Ravenskar Legplates
  • Shardback Sabatons
  • Gigantic War Axe

Call of Duty: What's up with all the revisionism?

When I first heard the next instalment of now more than a decade old franchise would be going back to World War II, I was genuinely excit...