Mad As A Hatter: Realm of the Mad God

I want to share with you my words of wisdom, I really do. But I can't. Not while I'm maniacally shooting coloured pixels out of my Staff of Shootiness, vanquishing little green blobs or yellow cubes, as the Mad God himself rants about his invincibility, and Ghost King invites me personally to hot Pixel Hero-to-Pixel Monster action with him. A friend gave me this little link a couple of days ago, followed by an innocent comment like: "Go and play it. It's fun." Suffice to say, he is not my friend anymore.

Summer Is For Writing About Tanks

Yesterday I realized the summer is upon me, as subtle clues signified its inevitable arrival:

- Mild temperature shifts - up to 40 degrees at 9 AM.

- Heavy, moist, savoury air, filled with (mostly insectoid) life.

- The calendar.

I'm not very observant. In my defense, yesterday I awoke after a short hibernation, following an exhausting June-July exam terms. After initially being awe-struck by the infamous Outside, I decided to return to my air-conditioned hidey hole and start writing, away from heat and mosquito bites.

To celebrate, I'll provide you the sample review of World of Tanks I wrote as part of a job application for Rock, Paper, Shotgun. It's rather short, but it should be. It's a sample.