I recently slew meself a destroyer of planets while battling cannabilistic deliverance styled bandits, lunatics, mutants, and ancient aliens all the while acquiring ever increasingly awesome firepower thanking lady luck I did not sell that alien blaster rifle and a revolver with infinite ammo bestowed upon me.
Lately, I am a veteran soldier traversing the very galaxies with the use of reversed engineered ancient alien technology, acquiring friends and allies while battling enemies and shady persons of every walk of life and in every world I visit desperate to stop an alien race long thought extinct.
Getting my **** handed to me continuously by legendary beasts of myth and lore upon my journey back from the dead. I really feel like total suckitude but relishing every minute of it.
And stalking the corridors of Arkham Asylum, to save Gotham, where all the inmates have been turned loosed by the Joker.
Edited by B Jenkins, 28 February 2013 - 07:17 PM.