Doom Meets Warhammer

What do you get if you cross video games and table top gaming? A kickass army from a demonic dimension, complete with Former Humans, Cacodemons, Lost Souls, Revenants and even a fat greasy Mancubus. Sterling work.

Two horribly plastic faced peas in pod. An eerie pod. This kinda reminds me of that film Mimic. It's like an alien approximation of what people might look like. Almost right but just off by enough to look totally creepy.

The joys of being a student, you sleep in late, go out all night partying. But the downside, shared accommodation with a pedantic psychotic flat mate who leaves you crazy notes.

I never really understood the whole point of Twitter until I saw some of these Tweet-ettes. All you need to do to really get the most out of this social networking platform is follow some luscious ladies who like to flaunt their feathers.

Do you remember when you were a kid & used to play in the schoolyard & girls would do things... well, for girls only!? Now we have grown up and found them 'interesting' it seems that sometimes those rulez still apply.

I know she hasn't been around for a while and is busy having a family, but she was the hottest invisible woman on the planet and i reckon we all want to have a very good look at what she has on show now!

How do you make some of the most famous entertainers look like your average Oklahoman? Well, actually it's not as hard as you think it would be, just a change of clothes and a new hairdo and your there. Kind of.

Getting yourself in someone else's picture just isn't enough anymore, the ante has been upped and these people are taking photobombing to a whole new level of image invasion, hell, they have turned it into an art form.

It's always difficult balancing expectation and reality, unless you sell fast food, in which case you just don't bother. Take a picture of a delicious meal and serve your luckless customer a pile of dogs eggs.

Maybe it's time to take this as a wake up call, or maybe it's just time to bury your head in more gaming and pretend it's all just fine. Just fine.

And on the seventh day, the men looked up to the heavens and cursed the Lord. "What have we done to deserve such a meagre, blighted existence" they drivelled. "Please show us you love us!" And the Lord gave them Yoga pants.