*fat, pimply faced kid wearing burlap sack as a tunic and holding a PVC sword strolls in*

"Lord Apostle! Meet thee at the Emory Grove Willow Tree in the Misty Meadows! To rescue the fair maiden from the clutches on the Troll King!"

Scary enough.... I work at a game company.... and I ACTUALLY hear this stuff from co-workers on their usual Thursday night D&D sessions in the meeting room.

*shudder*

But yes, my goodness, there are some fiiiIIIIIiiiiine ladies in that competition. I make games.... so like.... does that mean.... I am a rockstar to them.... and they wan't to be my groupies?! WHOA! I gotta look into that!