My fatass saw a small assortment of chocolates on the counter of my humble abode, immediately scarfed down one without a semblance of a second thought, and read the microscopic label stating it was alcoholic. Whoopsies.

A Series of Cursed Images (7): La Grande Resurrection

Minor "rebranding" to immortalize my affinity for something I would probably be very thoroughly bullied for liking if I were open about it in person! I love!

.... ... .

Landed on the wrong exoplanet

Ice

Now that the Earth is about to finalize a complete revolution around our solar celestial body, we may fire hazardous explosives into the atmosphere, consume intoxicating substances, and engage in other lackadaisical festivities !!

Approximately an hour and a half until we must bid adieu.

EDIT: It's over. Finale felt a little rushed, but it was epic af.

banger

So... Black Ops II no longer takes place in the future..

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!