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Every week, Trader Of The Nine and all round snake faced space mystery man who plays the meanest air guitar, Xur, has rare engrams filled with the tidiest loot for sale in Bungie’s free to play Destiny 2.
Except this week! They went the shop for some milk and haven’t come back.
Guardians, if you spot Xur on your travels, tell them to come home! Their tea is going cold.
Google is broken, social media is fragmented (this one, at least, is a good thing) the internet is an AI toilet. Getting someone to look at your stuff on online is getting ridiculously rough. Sharing a post amongst chums or the internet at large helps loads. So here’s some buttons! Wahey!
The online home of Rob Fearon, disabled videogame maker, games journalist, crap film watcher, gobshite and doodler. Rob’s been around games a very, very long time now and Punching Robots Club is their personal blog featuring whatever nonsense takes their fancy.
Sometimes it’s a sketch, a review, an article about videogames, a pointer to something Rob finds cool. Whatever, really. Expect anything, Rob’s tired of being a brand online and so it’s just stuff and things these days. Nice stuff and things, mind you.
