"I don't know what to do about the frame rate shit," I say, staring at the laptop screen on my picnic table. "It's so boring to talk about, and everyone's aware of them. They're not even that big of a deal. BUT they're significant enough that it feels wrong to act like it's not a thing at all."

"Tinkaton," Tinkaton responds sympathetically before golf-swinging a boulder into a passing Corviknight, snapping it's neck and killing it instantly. Tonight, the team will dine well