If you would like to see my stalwart ally Mike Krahulik and I eviscerate the cowardly and writhing Gary Whitta and (Not That) Will Smith this afternoon in the Tie-breaker of the century, hit up our channel at 3pm PDT. The wheels came completely off our second game, there was an issue with the churning slash hateful Sea, and having angered Poseidon as a boy that was never gonna work out super well for us. But since then I've made the proper obeisances, and promised my daughter Ronia into his damp service if only he will grant us victory today. Man. I started this post out with a lot of grim momentum and now I'm wondering if I'm even gonna get out of this fucking round alive.