Zack: It's not so much art as a suggestion of art.
Steve: Maybe they were in a hurry.Zack: Understandable, when you have a hot property like featureless clay man with a shotgun and an endless torso you want to get that out to the masses.
Steve: His face looks like a skeleton but he's holding the shotgun with a big, fat, backwards baby arm.
Zack: In the Dream World you can look like anything, right?
Zack: Well maybe this guy just wanted to look like a fucking terrible, unfinished piece of shit art from a fucking moron worse than a child. No offense, "Lee."
"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.