Michael E O Turner's hipstermatic palace.

Living in fear of a crippling addiction is something that until around 20 years ago, only heroin users and heavy drinkers had to deal with. Not any more, my friends. Not any more. 

I was totally prepared to ditch my mantra and buy Dishonored on pre order of all things. Because fuck self discipline mantras. 

Until my fan fiction of Mario boning the three boobed chick from Total Recall gets picked up by a major publisher, I can’t afford to buy new games every few weeks. I’m willing to make an exception for Dishonored. 

Borderlands 2 came out at midnight, and although it goes against my strict criteria for which games I’m allowed to buy, I am chomping at my mangled little bit to play it.