I really wanted to save this for next week, but so many people have sent me these two shots in the past couple of days that it just had to be done. You need to strike when the iron’s hot, and I couldn’t let these ones cool down too much. So here we have it, a double RTS showdown week. And this time, it’s personal.
We have a real RTS of Nations on our hands now, with the American favorite Cole Seely, fresh off getting his internal organs whack-a-mole’d into the some weird hospital employee’s basement, and the challenger from America’s favorite hat, Jeremy Medaglia. This youngblood has been throwing down for years and doesn’t give a fuck how close his throttle gets to the ground, because that’s what being a boss is all about. As for the scrubs, you can’t ignore the fact that Medaglia is about halfway through his arc and still close enough to the ground to kill a stray infant. But Cole has the scrub form totally dialed. Weight back, bike flat, swagger for days, as if to say “I’m better than you, and I know it.” Fuck yeah America, fuck yeah. Polls are open…