We decided that we had to commemorate this bizarre crew somehow, and what better way to do it than to publicly shame my lack of everything that is required for valor. See if you can recognize any of the members of my incredibly high profile squad. The upper left and lower right are, in the manner of Bingo, free squares.
The reality is that there are only two raids for Destiny, which makes my ignorance in this matter even more shameful; that said, there are definitely some tricks you had better learn for some of these scenarios that don't map to some of the standard raid "dances." Monday night is the night we get together to do stuff like this, at varying degrees of sobriety, and there's a jumping puzzle in Vault of Glass that is essentially a test of the "you are too fucked up to ride this ride" variety. Those who manage to get over to the other side can spend as many as ten minutes watching their fellows fall fast into an infinitely deep hole. It is the polar opposite of watching fireworks.
It's been fun to put up our video stuff and watch people react to it. We've been filming forever basically, just messing around, so we have a lot of weird stuff piled up; Josh's office looks like the kitchens they show on Hoarder type shows. Whatever the video equivalent of forty cans half filled with various unknown greases would be is what he have here. Apparently Dabe knows how to do animated titles for shit; he's made my captured writhings seem very professional, somehow.
In any case, if you are a dad without a YouTube show in 2015, your stature is substantially diminished. You don't have the moral authority to rule. So things are moving in the correct direction, I suppose, though there are a couple announcements over the summer that should further ingratiate us with that coveted "son" demographic.