...to videogame-themed merch.

For most people, anyway.

Not for this guy.

With like 10 minutes to go. A time zone ahead of me, Dorito Icee went and grabbed his an hour ago. He's at home now, checking out multiplayer, waiting for me to get mine so we can get some late-night co-op campaign action going.

We're also both taking tomorrow off, to play the holy schpoopie out of that game.

Now I just need to pop a few Excedrin and chug some Mountain Dew - er, "Game Fuel."

Wow, there are a lot of people here, and not many of them bathers.

And who would have thought nearly all of these people would be male? The only woman I can see is clearly here with her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. She is clearly aware of the smell. She's not a fan.

Three minutes left...

Aaaand...the door's open. Booya!