“XCOM 2 waits for no one, Vinyl.” “You sure about that? You’ve been playing this game for days.” “Look, I’ve got the greatest alien fighting army ever assembled and by God we’re gonna-” “We’re still dropping like flies aren’t we?” “Listen I like a challenging game, I even like ironman mode. But after I basically one-hit kill a Chosen, I think I deserve a little better than for a Faceless goon to JUMP ONTO THE FUCKING ROOF AND ONE HIT KILL MY BEST SOLDIER WHO I PUT UP THERE EXACTLY BECAUSE I KNEW THAT BULLSHIT WAS GONNA-” “Okay! Okay! I get it! Your constant swearing was enough to tip me off.” “Right. Well, either way, we’re gonna get it right no matter what. I don’t get sick, I don’t observe major holidays, I’m a jackhammer.” “Uh huh. Well, for your sake, I’m gonna help you at least have fun while playing tonight.” “And how, pray tell, are you gonna do that.” “Well didn’t you always say you wanted to have a cute girl in your lap while you game?” ”…this is true, but I think you’ll just distract-” “Annnnnd when things go wrong, as they eventually will, you’ll have me to cool you down before you throw the keyboard out the window.” ”…I suppose that could work.” “I knew you’d agree. Now c’mon, birdbrain. World ain’t gonna save itself.”
My life has literally become nothing but SFM and XCOM 2. Whenever I get frustrated with one, I fire up the other. Repeat until I drop dead from exhaustion.
Also I need someone to watch me while I touch these pics up in photoshop, if only to close down the program and say to me “okay, the editing is done.”
Also the Vinyl pic in the back there was done by my friend TheVioletGhost.