Hey Destructoid, don't mind me. I'm just having a look around. Nice place. If it's cool with you I think I'll hang around here for a while. Sweet, sweet. So what do you do for fun around her? I bet you love to party, you look like you LOVE to party. We should party some time. Nah, nah, listen up, I got this banging connect down at the liquor barn, I'll be back in an hour with a keg. You and I are gonna get trashed, it'll be great
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Oh my God, did we really do what I think we did last night. Look, no one can ever know what happened here, mistakes were made but let's not let this get in the way of our relationship. In fact, I feel like this horrible, awkward experience has brought us closer together, and if nothing else the ice is completely and irreversibly broken between the two of us, shattered into a million pieces. Which means we can get down to business. The business being video game commentary.
I wish I could say that I bring an asshole edge to the table, but these days there isn't a critic or commentator on this industry who claims that's what makes him special or interesting.
I wish I could say I will bring a new insight into this, observing what no one has observed before.
I wish I could say those things but the reality is that I have no idea what kind of <i>human monster</i> I will transmogrify into upon my arrival into the public forum. I wrote (briefly) for a blog no one read, so that's not really indicative of anything. I write the occasional Facebook status that several people read, but only one ever thinks about, which is sadly, somewhat more indicative than the blog (but not my much).
I will make no promises about what this c-blog will be, because I don't know what it will be. But I think that's what I like about doing this. Hopefully that's enough for you.

Looking forward to my impending personal apocolypse
-Rico D