. . . is insufficiently documented.
. . . is indistinguishable from bullshit.
. . . is worse than the disease it was invented to fix.
. . . and is unkillable, even with fire. Even if you get the imperial space marines to H-bomb it from orbit, drop an asteroid on it, and bury the ashes at a crossroads on a night with no moon. It will come back, shake its head, regather its minions, and flatten you.
“Advanced,” by the way, can be used in the sense that cancer can be considered advanced. “You’ve got an advanced and highly resistant case of everything-is-gonna-putrify-and-fall-off and nothing will ever be okay again, Version 1.0.”
“Doc, does that include my sense of dignity and all that is right with the world?”
“I wish I’d waited for the service pack.”
Unrelated: We finished the “normal” mode of Diablo III. I have to say: Yawn. I’m actually looking forward to Torchlight 2.