It's like a party, except nobody is having fun.

Well, gentlemen, it's been a busy year. Obama became president, the Berlin Wall fell, and Jeff Daniels has used his obesity to eliminate those witch-covens in Transylvania. But with all this excitement and commotion and what-not, we tend to forget about the simple joys of life. Now, since we are all bad people, we don't have a lot of simple joys. Instead, we have massive piles of cash that we use to buy cheap hookers and booze, and boy, are we loving it.

But we do have one simple joy that makes our awesome, awesome lives worth living: Epic Intermission. Born from a botched frontal lobotomy and a severe love of ragtime music, Epic Intermission has been destroying more marriages than Aurthur C. Clarke and Tolstoy combined. We are also responsible for more death threats than any of the other Steam Groups combined. We can high five about that later, but for now let's just reflect on what makes our Intermissions so Epic: we all hate each other.

This guild can't seem to go more than one day without one of us trying to commit a crime of passion against another, and frankly, I love it. It's this hatred that makes us strong enough to do whatever it is we do. I mean seriously, I think you are all bad people, and would like to see you all get hurt either physically or emotionally. And it's through that strength that we are able to constantly enrage old people, Dixies, firefighters, cowboys, piano enthusiasts, Epic Intermission members, high ranking members of the Senate, rollerbladers, the Prussian military, and some of the more intelligent types of deer.

So as much as we argue and bicker, our hatred of each other, especially the ska-listening members, we can always use that anger to destroy other's good times. Also if I find out who ate my Twizzler Rope, I swear on my fathers grave I will find you and make you pay.

Dissapointedly Yours, Major Dissapointment, M.D.