Gazpacho Soup

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  1. So...About that new Starcraft trailer. Kinda nifty, eh?

    (Personally, I found the trailer surprisingly generic. At least compared to Blizzard's other trailers such as the Wrath Of The Lich King trailer. Maybe it's because I'm new to the series and I know little of the characters and the story of the previous game...)

  2. Whenever I play Minecraft multiplayer with mates we always end up building a massive fortress...

    It makes me feel like a little kid making a fort with his friends out of planks, string, and bedsheets. And then kicking out all the girls...

  3. Frigglish bothered his beard, as if unkinking a hitch in a long silk windsock. A more pedestrian audience would parse the exhibit as nervous compulsion. Behavior to petition contempt among the reasonable. He was however not surrounded by the reasonable, but the wise, a distinction in men that would forever be the difference in history's garland of treasured follies. As a matter of fact, his cadre of fellow wizards were all putting similar moves on their beards as well. The practice would evince thoughtfulness - sagacity, even - if they didn't do it all the time. Standing in line at the bank. Shooing squirrels from bird feeders. Few occasions were safe.

    Zazzerpan inspected the clue. A single piece of evidence cradled in his coriaceous old man palms. It was a human bone, not striking in the tale it told alone so much as that told by the thousands like it festooning the marshy soil of the mass grave. The grisly expanse bore the texture of a decadent dessert, like one of Smarny's formidable custard trifles wobbled out on wheels for the holidays, to the dismay of a small nation.

    "You're certain of this?" asked Frigglish. Despite what he was doing with his beard, he was, in fact, immersed in meaningful contemplation.

    "I am afraid I am becoming more so with each terrible tick groused by that gaudy timepiece slung around your neck." In case it wasn't clear, Frigglish wore a clock Zazzerpan didn't care for. It was magic. "The massacre of Syrs Gnelph was not as written."

    "What has you convinced it was the hand of our disciples in this blackness?" Executus chimed in.

    "I believe... I..." a fat face stammered, eyes darting with the guilt of a thief in the throes of an unraveling alibi. "I can summon a... more pressing line of inquiry..." No, Smarny. Nobody was in the mood for a sticky bundt loaf just now.

    Zazzerpan's ears fell insubstantial to any line of inquiry, pastry-oriented or otherwise. His abstruse contour carved a pondering shape in the fog carpeting centuries-dead. His eleven contemporaries too embraced the muted consternation of their great Predicant Scholar. Few wizards kept sharper adumbratives or read them with such lucidity. When Zazzerpan treated men with silence it was seldom unrepaid by the wise and reasonable alike.

    It was harrowing to entertain. Zazzerpan the Learned's storied Complacency of Wizards was marked for grander descendence. Disciples hand-picked, vetted by Ockite the Bonafide and tested by Gastrell the Munificent. The twelve sweetest, most studious children a pair of elderly eyes could give their sparkle. Not the ragged guttersnipe so oft-harvested by the common Obscenity, those vituperative little beggars with hearts to corrupt as dropped bananas brown. That these chosen youngsters would turn was not merely unthinkable, but something of a roundhouse to the temporal bones of the Upper Indifference's high chamber of Softskulled Prophets.

    His wisdom-savaged brow pruned further with recount of his many lessons to wouldbe successors. Lessons to advance humanity's elucidation and prosperity, an outcome this bleak trail now painfully obviated. There were few puzzles The Learned could not suspend and dissect in the recondite manifold beneath his extremely expensive pointy hat. Daring to pitch his cherished pupils in with the foul melange of history's rogues, the heretofore abstract scourge that built up civilizations with ungodly magic and tore them down with joyful malice, would prove an intellectual trespass to make his calcium-deficient bones quake.

    And more daring yet was the only question that now mattered. Could a bunch of bearded, scraggly old men in preposterous outfits hunt them down? He didn't have an answer. Only a simple observation so blunt and uncharacteristically jejune for the lauded sage it was breathtaking in its selfevidency.

    "We're going to need more wands." (Wow. Think of something better.)

  4. You're right, I love good let's plays. The commentators make them so worth it, the best example I know of is Giantbomb's Endurance Runs.

    Anyway, I went to Freelance Astronauts and tried to watch QWOP, while I couldn't watch the video because my internet is too slow for that stream I did spot the best fake ad of all time.

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  5. I have to agree with the others, This is probably not the best source of information regarding Cataclysm. has an entire page dedicated to information regarding Cataclysm. Also they sometimes stream the beta live. (Worgen starting zone last time I saw it)

    If your looking for a higher quality overview of the new stuff in the beta, Escapist's Greg Tito and John Funk are doing a screenshot walkthrough of the Goblin starting zone.

  6. Greetings and Salutations Thumbs!

    When I first discovered the podcast long ago I quite enjoyed it, and was sadden to see that I came into it just before it's death. I only recently learned of it's resurrection and after enjoying the most recent podcast I decided to join the community.

    I hope to enjoy my stay here.