Yes, that time has come, as it does every so often, when riches must be sacrificed on the altar of pleasure processing power. What are our hardware upgrade plans in the face of the looming invasion from yon Consolelands? Ah, but the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry--what is a plan in fate's eye, I ask you? The time to give your pound of flesh may be sooner than you realize--it may be mere days from whence these words find you trembling, so hesitant, so fearful, but deep down, so ready.
The gathering of Blizzards is seen through a Rift in a CoD's eye, ere the bones of the fallen litter the Battlefields like a ravaged Old World boulevard, playlists blowing on the ashen breeze, 400 Days last the dead walked this island beset with seasons of woe.