http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKsDlsYKw7Q
You have probably already seen it.

I love zombie games. I've got no idea what No More Room in Hell is, but as soon as I saw the zombies I started downloading it.

Anyone ever hear of Crusader Kings two? I've spent about 77 hours of my life on it.

God I can't wait for Dying Light.

I have heard many great things about Baccano!, but have never found the time to watch it.

Add me on Steam at Ya_Skull_Us. Name is the same as Skype. My steam profile is Silly Ellie. Have you ever tried Killing Floor? It's a fun zombie game too but it's like $20. We need to play NMRiH though!

You must think me a simpleton, of course I've seen it. Its really, really sexy...
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I also remember the good old days when hardly anyone knew about Baccano!

My steam name is Wrecking Potato. In case anyone didn't know, I am not a human, I am in fact a potato.

Who hasn't trired killing floor?

It seems to go on sale a ton. I've played it during free weekends, but I don't own it ):

I wish I owned it. :c I don't have money on Steam because I spent it on League.

Already shared on Skype, but I'm doing it again.

"Something, somewhere, somewhen, must have happened differently...

PETUNIA EVANS married Michael Verres, a Professor of Biochemistry at Oxford.

HARRY JAMES POTTER-EVANS-VERRES grew up in a house filled to the brim with books. He once bit a math teacher who didn't know what a logarithm was. He's read Godel, Escher, Bach and Judgment Under Uncertainty: Heuristics and Biases and volume one of The Feynman Lectures on Physics. And despite what everyone who's met him seems to fear, he doesn't want to become the next Dark Lord. He was raised better than that. He wants to discover the laws of magic and become a god.

HERMIONE GRANGER is doing better than him in every class except broomstick riding.

DRACO MALFOY is exactly what you would expect an eleven-year-old boy to be like if Darth Vader were his doting father.

PROFESSOR QUIRRELL is living his lifelong dream of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, or as he prefers to call his class, Battle Magic. His students are all wondering what's going to go wrong with the Defense Professor this time.

DUMBLEDORE is either insane, or playing some vastly deeper game which involved setting fire to a chicken.

DEPUTY HEADMISTRESS MINERVA MCGONAGALL needs to go off somewhere private and scream for a while.

Presenting:

HARRY POTTER AND THE METHODS OF RATIONALITY

You ain't guessin' where this one's going."


It's an excellent fanfic.

I would definitely recommend it, unless your sole interest in the Harry Potter series is from only watching the films, or shipping characters, or proclaiming that the series-as-written by Rowling is absolute perfection which ought not to be satirized by those with a more cynical sense of humour. In the third case, I'd recommend it anyway, because your reaction to reading it would be amusing.

Eww...

Fanfic.

"Broomsticks had been invented during what a Muggle would have called the Dark Ages, supposedly by a legendary witch named Celestria Relevo, allegedly the great-great-granddaughter of Merlin.

Celestria Relevo, or whichever person or group had really invented those enchantments, hadn't known a darned thing about Newtonian mechanics.

Broomsticks, therefore, worked by Aristotelian physics.

They went where you pointed them.

If you wanted to move straight forward, you pointed them straight forward; you didn't worry about keeping some of the thrust going downward to cancel out the effect of gravity.

If you turned a broomstick, all of its new velocity was in the new direction of pointing, it didn't go sideways based on its old momentum.

Broomsticks had maximum speeds, not maximum accelerations. Not because of anything to do with air resistance, but because a broomstick had some maximum Aristotelian impetus its enchantments could exert.

Harry had never explicitly noticed that before, despite being dextrous enough to get the best grades in flying class. Broomsticks worked so much like the human mind instinctively expected them to work that his brain had managed to entirely overlook their physical absurdity. Harry, on his first Thursday of broomstick lessons, had been distracted by more interesting-seeming phenomena, words written on paper and a glowing red ball. So his brain had simply suspended its disbelief, marked the reality of broomsticks as accepted, and proceeded to have its fun, without ever once thinking of the question whose answer would have been obvious. For it is a sad fact that we only ever think about a tiny fraction of all the phenomena we encounter...

That is the story of how Harry James Potter-Evans-Verres was almost killed by his own lack of curiosity."

It's not your typical run-of-the-mill fanfic.