I have the opportunity to interview Christopher Shy, the illustrator of the upcoming Dead Space 3 prequel graphic novel Dead Space: Liberation. Why am I telling you this? Well, I thought it might be fun to let the Dtoid community in on the project!

If you have any questions you'd like to ask Mr. Shy let me know in the comments below! I'll do my best to get to everyone's.

Thanks, and have fun!

If you're anything like the bajillion or so people who reported the issue to Support over the weekend, you have no doubt noticed that your Dtoid comment count has shot through the roof in the last few days. So what gives?



Legacy comments have been imported!

That's right, our engineers have begun the process of migrating pre-Disqus comments into the new system, which means that this list of most active users is finally accurate (or will be very soon).

So what does this mean for you?

Nothing. Just thought we'd point it out ;)

But while you're here, why not take a moment to congratulate the (current) top 10 commenters, and maybe nudge a few of the old farts who have since moved on!


Anyway, thanks to everyone who pointed this out; we sincerely love that you're all paying attention!

Henry Andrew Dixon, born 11/13 (prime numbers FTW) and already breaking hearts

Look out toddler ladies*, there's a new Dixon lad on the prowl!!

Sorry for the shortblog, but I just wanted to share my good news and let you all know that I won't be around as much the next couple weeks as I enjoy a much-needed vacation with my family. You kids be good in my absence -- I have eyes everywhere!

<3 you all!


Mrs Andy Dixon and Miss Alice Dixon

*Or toddler gents. However he rolls I'm proud as fuck to be his dad.

I think all this Hotline Miami fan art has gone to my head, because I've been having some seriously fucked up dreams lately.

The first took place on Wednesday night. I dreamt that I was hanging out with Good Guy Greg when he began choking on something. A few of us lined up and started slapping him, Airplane-style, trying to get him to shut the fuck up so we could continue playing poker (note: I just now realized we were playing poker), when finally someone stepped up who had seen a TV show in his life and performed the Heimlich maneuver.

What came out was a bloodied, severed penis.

The latest dream was from last night, where I was sitting in a bar with Conor Elsea and a bunch of random people, and we had just found out that our team had lost Road Rules. (Is Road Rules even something that you win or lose as a team? I have no idea. I bet this guy does.) Anyway, I went to the bathroom, and when I came out everyone in the bar was gone so I headed to my car.

That's when Samit Sarkar appeared and started shooting at me. Motherfucker couldn't hit shit.

Really looking forward to tonight. I'll keep you updated.

Just think of the DLC!

Click the pic to sing along...

[Update 2: Got two shitty pistols. I hate my life.]

[Update: Decided to reward myself when I hit level 20. I'll let you know how it goes.]

I've made no attempt to hide my love for Borderlands 2. Even before the game was out and I was granted the opportunity to write my first ever Destructoid feature, my excitement for the title had already began bubbling up like a b-- wait, no. Not gonna make this blog about that.

Anyway, thanks to a few of the best friends a guy could ask for, I've been playing the game since day one, and after dozens of hours spent slaughtering swarms of psychos, murdering mobs of Bullymongs, and stockpiling more weaponry than an NRA member prior to January 19, 2009, I'm still giddy with excitement every time I boot up the game and grab my controller.

But what keeps me coming back for more? Is it the rock-solid shooter gameplay? The fantastic sense of "go-anywhere, do-anything" exploration? The phenomenal art direction and character design? The witty dialog? Nope, nope, nope, and nope. Sure, all those things add up to make Borderlands 2 one of the best games of 2012, but they're not the real reason I continue to happily hop around Pandora with a childlike smile on my face, long after that "new game glow" has faded.

Then what, you ask? This:



For those of you who've yet to tread the streets of Sanctuary, the game's main town, a little background: What you're looking at here is the Golden Loot Chest, unlockable via the Golden Key you get for either A) pre-ordering the game, or B) joining Gearbox's "Shift" club. The Chest (or, rather, the items inside it) levels up with you, so the longer you wait to pop its top, the better the weapons you'll receive.

As I was gifted my copy of the game and thus did not receive a pre-order bonus, I have only one Golden Key to my name, which means I'm allowed to open the Golden Loot Chest one time... and then it's gone forever.

AND HOLY SHIT THAT'S EXCITING.

There are so many ways to approach this situation that my mind is simply swirling into madness. Should I open it now and take advantage of the early boost in stats the weapons may offer? (I'm currently at level 17.) Should I wait until I'm a level 50 and hope for a goddamn BFG to pop out? What if the weapons suck? What if they're fucking awesome? WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!



No matter what I decide, the fun is truly in the not knowing; the excitement will be over as soon as I turn the key, and, regardless of the payout, I'll never again capture this feeling.

Talk about exhilarating.

I've never before experienced such a mind-breaking decision in a videogame. For all their choices and so-called moral dilemmas, Mass Effect, Fallout, BioShock -- you name it -- had nothing on the Golden god damn Loot Chest.

I haven't yet decided when I'll use my key, but no matter what ends up happening, I am absolutely reveling in the uncertainty. This, ladies and gentlemen, is choice done right in a videogame.