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Blizzard Shows Off Diablo III Archivist Class, WoW Dance-Off
It's been a busy day for the folks at Blizzard, who have released major announcements for several different games. The next Diablo III class has arrived: the Archivist. Despite their frail appearance and hunched, labored movement, they are quite deft at launching Quest Bolts at nearby foes, or conjuring a whirling Lore-nado of spinning books. Loud monsters can be silenced with a devastating Shush attack. Blizzard also put Starcraft II's latest unit on display, the Terra-Tron, which is a giant, robot uber-weapon assembled from the buildings in your base. Finally, for World of Warcraft they announced two features that have been requested by players for years: a battle of dances, where you can show off your avatar's hippest moves, and the ability to 'p1mp' your mounts. (Not sure exactly what that means, since I don't speak elvish, but there's a Nightsaber with a cannon — holy crap!)
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Actually Prozac is prescribed for people who need to calm the fuck down, mr. "Oh look at me, I'm a badass on the Internet, lulerskate"
No it's not; it's indicated for people with depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, and panic disorder. If it's prescribed for people who "need to calm the fuck down", it's an off-label use by a doctor who doesn't know shit about what he's prescribing.
And I'm not a badass on the internet; I'm a badass everywhere in life - I'd just as soon wish cancer on you and your family in person as over the intertubes.
Yes, my young man, you've totally won this battle with a random internet jackass. My lack of conscious thought is deep and unparalleled, and you good sir, are naught but a font of unadulterated wisdom from which mankind would do well to drink in deep draughts, for in you solely may his insatiable thirst for some meaning above the quotidian be slaked.
Please congratulate yourself, my good man, on a hard won victory; please, take several hours - days, even - to feel buoyed by your indubitable superiority, your wit, your charm, your education. The sheer lightness and wonder of your facticity must be unbearable.