I just spent Thanksgiving morning in the ocean in case you’re wondering if I’m a total dick.
Tumblr contacted me today and said I violated the community guidelines by offering games for reblogs to promote the game.
I agree that such promotions are almost always lame. I even agree that mine was lame.
So they told me to delete it or change it to offering games to people who send me fan mail or something that totally won’t promote the game I am trying to promote or feed this nagging internal attention whore I carry around in my heart, or my account will be suspended and stuff.
So whatever you do, do not reblog this post containing a link to SUPERFIGHT, THE HILARIOUS NEW CARD GAME THAT WILL COST YOU ALL OF YOUR FRIENDSHIPS.
I will send five of the people who already reblogged that old horrible post a copy of the game and all the expansions, because I said I would.
Then I will send five more people the same thing after Sunday.
Just totally random people.
But not people who reblog this post.
So whatever you do, do not ever, ever, ever reblog this post.
Also: this might be the last post I’m allowed to post here.
If that is the case:
It has been my honor serving with you all.
BUY THIS GAME.
So as of yesterday, I’ve been doing this for five years.
Happy birthday, Jesus.
This was my weekend. Biggest packing endeavor yet. 300 boxes. Up at 5:30 to load them up and take them to the dock at the post office so these people have the game in time for Thanksgiving. If you haven’t received yours yet, chances are very good yours is in this picture.
Superfight: favorite tabletop game of Midwestern furrys.
mikerastiello asked: Totally serious. I think they had two packs. They really love the game.
So wait there are only like five people on the planet, right? Because that’s how that happens.
Spotted in the wild at a friend’s house.
Are you serious
My father died just north of Dallas.
When I went out there to be his son one last time in an official capacity and settle his affairs, I visited the grassy knoll. I was staying in Dallas.
A few years later, my own son was born on the day this location became so famous. Well, the anniversary of it, at least.
My life is weird like that. There is a rhythm to it.
One to which I have historically on average been a horrible dancer.
For instance, I stepped in human feces behind the fence pictured here. While wearing sandals.
So really, everyone was at fault.
Getting rid of the damaged copies of Superfight in the only way that makes sense to me: by leaving them on gas pumps and in coffee shops and in random underwear drawers. The contract obligates the finders to tell everyone they know everywhere ever to buy the game, to change their LinkedIn names to ILOVESUPERFIGHT, to reopen their old FourSquare accounts, rename their houses Superfight, then become the mayor of Superfight, that kind of thing. My lawyer says it’s binding and legit. So.
RIP, car. I wish I had known that was our last drive together. Everyone is okay. I’m busted up pretty good, but no blood or broken stuff. Most importantly, the kids weren’t with me. The other driver was bawling when I got to her car. Cut a little but okay. Just crushed under air bags and remorse. I laughed. She wasn’t expecting that. I said “You and I were both convinced we were about to die, and then we didn’t die. This is the best night of your life. And you’re crying.” She laughed. Police did police stuff, and I went home and reevaluated my life the way you can only really do after getting hit by someone going 80.
More packing. To the left are outgoing packages. This is one staging area where games are pulled from that steel shelf to pack up. The Red decks are constantly low as you can see here, because we have to keep refilling them on that shelf, because you are all huge perverts (The Red Deck is the adult cards)(for perverts).