The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. ...but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. - H.P. Lovecraft

Doom (via Zach3333)

You will laugh before Doom!

(Thank you, mr. Sims.)

Battlefield Heroes Launch Trailer (via lortmedore)

At 0:23, a Nazi danced the Robot.

I’ll never play this game, but I promise I’ll remember that fondly.

H.A.V.E Online TPS HD (via steparu)

I don’t think gibs are moe.

Annabelle Clifton - Mad Machine - BGC - HQ, Stereo (via SlippedDisco)

The K-Team (via PurpleKnightSaber)

Sylia’s on the jazz again.

Mormon Jesus (via SayNoToTheism)

Keep it up, YouTube.

mutilator 2 (adult content) (via efogel25)

From the man who would later give us The Head and Celebrity Deatmatch, Mutilator!

Kind of like a ten-year old’s rendition of a Fist of the North Star episode, and I mean that in a good way.

Lady Jaye stumbles into Destro Family Cult Ritual (via COBRADSV)

Yo Dawg! We heard you like the Cthulhu Mythos, so we put Cyegtha in your Cauldron of Chaos.

Cobra Commander’s Turkey Dinner (via DRSMOOV)

I feel strangely happy I can recognize the episode the Zartan bit is from.

Ladies and jellybeans, horses and mules! For too long, we have felt it coming on, growing strong. The feeling that the drab, dull, dreary, depressing, diluted workaday world has been grinding away at us. No longer, I say! Creativity, inspiration, and stickers shall rule the day! We will cast aside the ordinary, and destroy the mundane! Already, Brotherhood of Dada agents have placed atomic bombs of revelation across the world. We shall silently level cities and replace them with perfect appearing copies while nobody notices! But we need more agents. Those who wish to pry imagination out of its coffin and thrust it vigourusly and repeatedly into what the bourgeois call the “real world.” Who is man, woman, or child enough to join the new Brotherhood of Dada?