Human beings are overwhelming my Inbox in support of a Robotech purchase, but before I could possibly have hit the mall the producer offered me a copy. You know what that means. It means Robotech gets ten out of ten.
Also, over three hundred mails of support later I know what was wrong with my Battlefield 1942. I didn’t need to do any of the tweaking that destroyed my machine, as it turns out: it was a sound problem, if you can believe that. A sound problem with the SoundBlaster Live, a card that could quite reasonably be called the industry standard. Wrap your fucking head around that one. Anyhow, take a look at yesterday’s news for something that might help you.
The Supreme Commander Tournament currently has about thirty teams ready to go, teams I will invariably take out with piano wire. Like a hawk I swoop down, and take out my prey.