To survive E3, you’re going to need a few essentials. One: Shock therapy to wean you off of checking your 3DS every ten seconds to see who your new spotpass pals are. Two: More of that therapy to help you overcome the urge to smack the hipster off the faces of several horrible moustachioed attendees. Three: Really, really good walking shoes. Or bionic legs.
There’s only one more day of E3 to go. By then, I estimate that my legs will have exploded from the sheer amount of walking that I’ve done.
Because he's the writer that Lazygamer deserves, but not the one it actually needs right now. So we'll hunt him. Because he can't take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a loud-mouthed journalist, a watchful procrastinator. A dork knight.