Good morrow, my darlings!

By now you must have taken notice that fops such as ourselves sport only the finest of attire, and our impeccably styled hair surely needs no introduction. In watching my manservant, Manservante, play my games for me so that I don't strain my delicate hands, I find though that many video game characters are brutish louts, with barely a nod towards their own appearance. In fact, I begin to suspect that they have given nary even a glance into their pocket mirrors. My word! What if they don't even carry one in their makeup case?!

How is one to be accepted into higher society wearing that horrid shade of olive green, with a visor no less! I don't care a whit if he's in Her Majesty's Navy, that Master Chief fellow will never be invited to one of my parties. He's only an enlisted man after all. An officer would be another matter entirely. I do love a man in a fine uniform.

I chanced upon some Greek fellow as well the other day. I won't go into the travesty of his outfit, but I will say that body paint has never ever ever ever ever been fashionable. Manservante was fortunately close enough to catch me and carry me home when I swooned upon witnessing the tragedy of his accoutrements.

Surely there must be some video game chaps and gentlewomen that have a sense of style, an eye for flair, a modicum of interest in the cosmopolitan lifestyle. I must know who they are! You will tell me.

Today's theme: Video gaming's best dressed! Bon appetite!


Fondest regards,

The Baron Bartholomew Blatherhedge


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