Zack: It's the man himself, G. Gordon Liddy!
Steve: This is just like the cover of one of my Shadowrun books.
Zack: That's no surprise. I think G. Gordon Liddy is a huge fan of that game.
Steve: I'm not, the damage system for combat was way too complicated. Awesome setting though.
Zack: Yes, William Gibson crossed with Tolkein. Absolute genius. I can't wait until they come out with a game that crosses Isaac Asimov with Agatha Christie. Ten Little Androids.
Steve: All I know is you could play a troll wizard with a machine gun in Shadowrun, you just couldn't figure out whether or not he killed someone with his machine gun.
Zack: G. Gordon Liddy would never be able to figure out if he got a head shot on an ATF agent.
Steve: Who is this guy anyway?
Zack: He was the "mastermind" behind the Watergate break-in.
Steve: Was that with Nixon?
Zack: Yeah, Liddy is a total nutjob. He used to show off by holding his hand in a flame until his hand would start burning.
Steve: I remember that part! He was awesome in Lethal Weapon.
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