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Jazzpunk. That's it, that's my post. Sorry!

Now sitting at 62 downloads on the Twitch client, 95 on Curse website. We gotta get this more traffic!

I asked my buddies "If we were the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who would I be?". They promptly responded with "Michaelangelo". After taking a moment to recover from this, as I always thought I was more of a Donatello, I decided I would take it in stride and make my character my true self...

These have probably been submitted but I don't care!

The Murder Island: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure
So long, and Thanks for the Murder Island!
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Murder Island Cafe
An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in Murder Island

That second shot is where she really shines. I find myself asking people for their sliders cause I keep agonizing over "What if I fail mine when I get the game?"

I remember spending like 2 hours on character creation when ME1 came out, played an hour only to scrap the character and spend another hour on a new character.

I honestly think I'm done with Competitive? I placed 2700, then played some more and dropped to 2500. Since then, the games have been getting worse and worse. I mostly play support, but even that is not enough to save my team. There's only so much I can do switching healers, right? Anyone else having a similar experience?

Thank you Austin!
I'm so glad you joined the team, it kind of opened my eyes and made me think about games in different ways.
I wish you the absolute best, and I just know you'll keep on crushing it :)

I'm really satisfied with my character for once! My Fallout 3 one looked terribad. Just kinda wish there were more hairstyles and colours, but it's all good. My badass, tough sniper-lady looks a bit plastic-y compared to the "default" model though!

I totally agree with your sentiment on the GOTY deliberations, Alex. I felt like Jazzpunk was made specifically for me, and it was odd that my brain would understand so many of the references it throws. It's as though my existence had been distilled into one game, and thrown back to me as a collection of jokes (which of course I would laugh at)