Avast ye scurvy dogs and barnacle lovin’ sea-rats. You should be knowin’ what today be by now. T’happens every time the wind blows September 19th our way. Aye, tis once again time to be sailin the seven seas of mediocrity and cursin’ those thrice damned land lubbers who’ve been searchin for me buried treasure. Tis once again, Talk Like A Pirate Day. Now buck up me hearties, or I’ll be sendin’ ye down ta meet Oul Davy himself.
— We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming… or in my case, I’m going back to playing spore. —Read More