Out in the wilds of Suburban Onterrible, life-giving internet connections are hard to come by. Nonetheless, I managed to discover, under a scrap of driftwood, a review of Shock not written by me. I have managed to stuff it into the narrow straw through which I am accessing the webbernets, just for you: Jono DiCarlo's review of Shock.
I have to run now, as dusk approaches and brings with it the terrible sound of the trampling herds of vicious Esyoovi that rule this land. I should have more to say next week, should I return to the green hills of my homeland safely.