Some riveting gameplay featuring screwups, failures, and all-around terrible play.
I was going to type a snarky reply, but I got distracted by a squirrel outside my window. He has a long tail and it’s curved over at the end. He’s munching some small berry thing. I feel sorry for him as it is cold and windy out. Marty would want to be his friend, but Marty is sleeping. The squirrel is still there, sitting in the nook of the tree. He just used his tail as a napkin. Why did humanity never domesticate squirrels? They’re a bit like tree dogs. He has now scampered down the tree and across the yard. This concludes my–son of a, a small black and white bird has perched where the squirrel was. It’s okay, it’s gone now–report on the activities of the squirrel outside my window.