12 hours of jet fuel, half a dozen games of Peanut spit Bingo and bang Tokyo. Fuck. Sleep deprevation, bad Qantas
chicken. Three slugs of Sake
(Note, no actual amount of -REAL- sake will actually let you forget you are drinking sake) and abscontion (errr) of one
katana(fak3r), half a dozen photo opportunities later and if you understand nothing and see all you are there..
delve and
paracelsus are providing a sound chamber for my exuberance at all that nippon has to jack into any
and all optic sockets you possess. BBK.
CLICK CLICK BANG! TGS : Day 1
Goddamn - Could'nt get my hands near it, but Killer 7 actually revived all that was dead in my dormant gaming soul.
The video is damn slick, er ...words failing.. need to distill thought and emotion into digestable format ...