Team works in tight situation. Combat means we are in close proximity. Sometimes laundry mix. No big deal if everybody on team take medicine, but lie to your team, put them at health risk because you feel shame about making sex with ugly prostitute or because you touch privates with other man, then you are coward!

To be honest, I feel the whole ‘video games as motive’ argument belittles me. I’m a thoughtful person. I meditated on killing my parents for a long time before I shot them in their stupid faces, tossed their bodies into the trunk of my Gallant, and drove it into the river.

Long have I waited for the armies of man and orc to reach the shores of Northrend. Here will the battle for Azeroth be fought and won by my army of undead soldiers. All that stands between them and the spoils of victory are a few respawn timers that have yet to be properly calibrated!

It’s not until it’s too late when I realize the guy I like has some warped fantasy of dressing me up like Cloud or Ash or who-the-eff-ever and having his way with me on a bed peppered with hentai he photocopied at the library.

I was so engrossed with leveling my new Dranei paladin that I stopped feeding my dog. I thank my lucky stars that I have such attentive neighbors, who noticed his emaciated condition and alerted the authorities just in the nick of time. (To put him down.)

Tank no vote in election. Tank too busy writing ‘HELP’ on roof of building to vote. Tank no scared of much, but tank wary of big government, unless big government use helicopter to save tank when he stranded on roof. But that no happen.