Let’s talk about gamescom for a minute
Friends, I’m stuck in limbo. It’s nothing new for me, as this is where I usually am. It’s not some sort of mental apathy or Dante-esque Hell Lite. No, I’m just in an airport again. The old guy sitting next to me almost spilled oatmeal in my backpack and I am throwing so much side-eye.
Anyway, between destinations is where I am — stuck in O’Hare a little longer until a magical, mechanized skybird takes me to Germany. Steven’s in a similar situation, but he’s departing from San Francisco because Steven never leaves San Francisco. We only got him on a plane to Frankfurt by telling him it’s the San Francisco of Germany (it’s not).
I’ve been killing time the only way I know how: partying. All hotel shindig attendees got the opportunity to eat the Panda Express that I couldn’t finish. No one came — not even Kyle, and Kyle’s bank regularly calls him to tell him he eats too much Panda Express.
What’s it all for? (Tour bus, studio and the fans!) Steven and I are going to gamescom, which just so happens to be the world’s largest video game convention. It’ll be hot, sticky, sweaty, crowded, filthy, and gross.
But enough about the sex dungeon I plan to abandon Steven in, let’s talk about gamescom. Sony’s exodus leaves me wondering what to expect from the show. Microsoft’s already said it’s going hard, but will it be hard enough? Xbox is ever eager to grab a chunk of the European market that’s dominated by PlayStation.
Whatever happens, Steven and I will be there to say “this is good” or “this is bad.” In an ideal world, we’ll phrase it more eloquently than that. I make no promises except that many a sausage will be consumed.
But enough about the sex dungeon I plan to abandon Steven in.
