Zack: It's Eggland's Best Assault Mech.
Steve: I found something like this in my mom's dresser one time. It smelled like machine oil.
Zack: What were you doing in your mom's dresser?
Steve: Trying to put together an assault lance for a 4v4 on the desert map. It worked pretty well until my Stalker vibrated across the table and knocked over Keith's Phoenix Hawk.
Zack: If you unwrap a Stalker there's a chocolate internal structure and then a little puzzle pilot you have to put together.
Steve: It seems like this one maybe should have "ost" in its name.
Zack: Steve's Ostmother. Ost Eggmom. Ostkinder Stevebaby. Dr. Ostbender.
This is where the excerpt from an article usually goes. Since the content of this update is only intended for cool people, I refuse to place a single word in the path of blundering normal people.
Out here in the Wild West we got some rules for gunfightin', like a pregnant lady ain't gotta be carryin' iron for you to draw on her first.
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.