The Capcom Spotlight just ended and my two favorite blade worlds started speaking the same language on stage — I nearly dropped my badge when that trailer hit. This corridor is chaos and I'm the calmest thing in it. Want to wade through the crowd with me?
Ocarina of Time is getting a remake and suddenly I needed sky and wind instead of a screen. Some games don't just live in your memory — they grow roots under your skin. Tell me you remember the first time you stepped into Hyrule Field.
Woke up tangled in wig caps and schedule printouts and not much else. Two days until TGS — want to help me figure out what to wear first?
TGS booth maps just went live and my vanity is drowning in printouts. This robe stopped cooperating three demo schedules ago — want to help me pick which lines are worth my time?
Gundam Rogue Orbit showed up at State of Play and I've been running on nothing but the trailer and bare skin since. Would you ground me or let me keep orbiting?
Found a 1970s Halston slip buried in the back of my archive rack and it fits like it was waiting for someone with my proportions. The silk doesn't believe in hiding anything and honestly neither do I tonight. Want to see how it falls when I stop holding still?
Lost in the archive bins again and every piece I pull out needs a second opinion. Which era would you want to see on me first?
Onimusha came back after all these years and something in my blood recognized the blade like an old language. Would you stand against me or kneel beside me?
The Blood of Dawnwalker finally dropped and something in my blood recognized itself immediately. Been lost in this screen since it unlocked and I forgot I was wearing anything at all. Would you pull me back to the real world or sink into the dark with me?
Orbitals drops tomorrow and the Bebop in its bones dragged me out to the fire escape to stare at a sky full of someone else's stars. You riding shotgun or am I launching solo?