September 10, 2004
Dear Warhammer: Dawn of War
I love you.
There are many reasons why I feel compelled to tell you this. Part of it is the fact that Warhammer 40,000 is totally sweet. Another is the awesome way you handle resources. But the biggest reason you make the bon3rs spew from my titties is these dudes:
Now, Dreadnoughts were cool enough before you came around. After all, they were walking sarcophagi with guns attached to them. But then. Oh, but then. You came around, and I got to see these dudes in action. Oh, how the floor around me became littered with bon3rs when I saw you pick up an ork with your flamethrower-claw, hold it aloft, crush its spine, shoot flames through the blood spewing body, spin it around a few times, and finally throw the flaming, ruined corpse into the air like a rag doll. Your carnage makes me cry with happiness like no other game that I can think of does.
Posted by jack at September 10, 2004 06:17 PM