Greetings from Nick’s parents’ house!
So here I am, full of Nick’s famous
chipotle pizza. Also, gas. Lots and lots of gas. We just watched
Hitman. Reactions from our small group were all over the place.
Jeff couldn’t get over how beautifully shot it was, raving like
only a lunatic would. At one point he actually turned to our
friend Ladona and said “What a beautiful movie!” I enjoyed it
enough, though my initial criticism (along with every other Hitman
fan) that Timothy Olyphant was a bad choice for 47 turned out to
be truer than I had expected. Our friends Sebrina and the
aforementioned Ladona both seemed to hate it, but their original
movie suggestions were Mr. Woodcock and Untraceable, so their
opinions obviously aren’t worth a damn. And Nick slept through a
good portion of it. He has this weird condition where he
immediately passes out during action scenes. If I remember right,
it started with 300. He’s a fucked up dude.
Someone on our forums (I don’t know why I
say someone – I know full well who she is) originally thought
that Roy was a hobo, which I find hilarious. We haven’t fleshed
out our characters nearly enough, but in my mind, Roy is
a hobo. He doesn’t have a home, and he sure as hell doesn’t
have a job. He’s also full of terrible, contradictory advice,
making him just a useless douche overall. I think there’s