Goblin Urine vs. Robot War: Overlord and Earth Defense Force
Dawn over San Diego: thousands of undesirables file into queue on hot bricks, the muzzy sun making the sweat pool in their fright wigs, ooze down their squinting faces and finally down the backs of their Tifa bodices, their Storm Trooper torso plates, their squishing, squeaking fursuits. My earbuds are screwed in so tight that Captain Ahab’s bass line can’t get out of my skull, bouncing around between aural walls and tympanic tubes....