Yup, it's gonna be one of those articles. Where I spew a lot vitriol and impotent rage on a completely unimportant thing, concerning little, plastic men and their big, fleshy owners.
|Tabletop gaming is serious buisness|
|Not for said twats, of course|
|Remember to use protection. Don't get infected by the WAAC virus, and for the love of Throne, don't let them breed!|
|Not that a WAAC player cares for filthy casuals. Unless he's busy grinding them to dust, being pleased with himself and enlargening his (probably very small) genitals. Bravo!|
|Pictured: Pee Wee Herman holding a vial of pure, destilled WAAC. Even a single drop can turn you into a douchebag|