Candied, crushed sago't gulaman
Enigma, Purveyor of Healing Salves: Lukas
The Majestic Horseman: Joseph
I am the Walrus: Job
Lanaya, Flayer of Worlds: Racine
The Kambyero Krew see what the fuss is all about and try out one of those MOBAs today’s youths are all aflutter about. What transpires is a tale of loss, betrayal, and a lot of awful dicking around. As someone who kind of understands how the DotA works, I seem to have neglected to tell my peers how chatting, inventory, and the general game pacing worked. Watch as Racine, Joseph’s better half, gun for her opponents with bloodlust in her eyes. See as I totally drop the ball by not making a single ice joke during the entire game. What was that even? It’s like some kind of metaphorical cat clawed out my speaking glands. Ugh. You could say that I couldn’t… ice… to the occasio– nope, it’s too late.
It’s too late.
[Every Thursday, Kambyero pokes fun at somethang in gaming.]
Like it says in the title, there’s nothing to see here. Except maybe some choice ownage from Racine. Seriously, it’s like she transformed into this silent, whupass-dealing death god. Joseph and Lukas are just swaggering their butts about, shouting at the heavens to give them what they deserve. In a plume of blood and fire, Racine appears and asks them if they really want this, to which they genuflect and answer, “Yes, please.” A crescendo of smacks and deep-voiced expletives follow.
So here you go, Internet. Hope you’re happy.