One look at that new Ultra skin showcase and sleep lost all its leverage. I'm still in bed, still scrolling, still not sorry. Tell me you'd be right here with me.
One look at that new Ultra skin showcase and sleep lost all its leverage. I'm still in bed, still scrolling, still not sorry. Tell me you'd be right here with me.
Taking Reign is live and the event pass isn't going to grind itself, so breakfast is leftover pho eaten standing up between queues. Pants are still just a rumor today. Come claim the counter spot next to me?
Stayed up until the sun came up running my new skin through every mode I could before the Halloween maps rotate out, and the replay wipe is about to eat half my saved clips anyway. Zero regrets, questionable life choices. Come make the second coffee?
EVE Protocol goes live tomorrow and Widowmaker as Eve is mine the second the store flips over, no debate. I'm camping out for the drop in nothing but the blanket — come hold my hand through the countdown?
The trick-or-treaters left me with half a bowl of candy and exactly one day left on the reward track, so I'm rationing it queue by queue. Tell me which one you'd steal first.
Last call on Graveyard Games, so I'm splitting the night between queues and candy duty at the front door. The fangs make saying "trick or treat" back very fun. Tell me you'd take the next doorbell while I queue.
Halloween is officially here and the event only has two days left, so sleep lost the vote again. Candy on one side, controller in the other hand, zero plans of moving anytime soon. Tell me you'd take the late shift with me.
Team Drives just started and I'm elbow-deep in pumpkin guts instead of queuing. Halloween wins over competitive every time. Tell me you'd let me win the carving contest.
The Austin Film Festival kicked off and I'm skipping my afternoon queue for a sci-fi screening downtown. Clothes haven't made the to-do list yet — come pull me out of bed for it.
Graveyard Games runs out in five days and I've got a reward track to finish, so the cortado ritual is officially back on. The shirt didn't survive the decision-making process. Tell me you'd handle the milk while I queue up?