E3 is a magical time of year. Sort of like Christmas, but with far more fat guys with beards. Any real gamer dreams of being a part of it, sitting amidst the gaming press elite as you’re swooned by glitzy demonstrations and revolted by overly rehearsed jokes. Predictions for the show tend to curve into one of two categories: Adulterated speculation or unadulterated fact. Knowing what to have faith in is harder than Iron Man’s schlong, and almost as dangerous. Here, I predict!