Zack: "I'mmmm not so sure about the new guy. He looks...foreign."
Steve: "I dunno, Wolfbeam, it seems like he might be okay once we get past the fact that his head is a hand grenade."
Zack: Meanwhile, in Steve's dreams...
Steve: Last night was the recurring dream where I try to stop the Indians from going extinct, but the last Indian dies because he can't see the sky in the white man's cities and he doesn't know how to use a telephone.
Zack: If you can lucid dream try giving him a medical alert bracelet.
Steve: He keeps asking for bananas.
Zack: We did it!
Steve: Was that it? I didn't hear the buzzer.
Zack: It hits a frequency only audible to a certain pan-dimensional, pan-sexual blue dog.Steve: Do you mean me?
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
Zack Parsons, Steve "Malak" Sumner, and friends tackle bizarre role playing game products that make them wonder, "What the fuck!?" From the early days of Gygax to contemporary role playing games, none will be spared.