Steve: Ah, hallucinations. Okay, dude, haha. Kurt believes that he is inside his mother's body and that he is an unborn fetus. The strange drumbeat he hears is his mother's heart. He is not afraid. In fact, there is nothing scary at all. He is completely relaxed.
Zack: Kurt says, "It's so beautiful. And you guys are here too? I didn't know we were a family."
Zack: Lisa tells E to get a grip on Kurt. Nobody wants to go into the meat basement, but there isn't any alternative.
Steve: Okay, it's pretty easy to know where to go down there because you hear a steadily beating heart. The closer you get, the louder the heart gets. The meat hallway shudders around you and flexes its gristle.
Zack: E says, "Damn I wanted to get up in it, but not like this."
Steve: He's struggling to keep Kurt under control. Kurt is just laughing and hugging up against the gross walls.
Zack: Left Eye will take the lead.
Steve: The hallway dips down, almost like a ramp, and then opens into a wide chamber with a low ceiling that seems to droop down almost low enough to touch your heads. Lights are behind the meat ceiling and move slowly around like flashlights heald underneath hands. It smells really bad in here. Like burned meat.
Zack: Any sign of Timothy Shadow?
Steve: There is someone, you don't know if it's him, standing over a mutilated corpse. The figure turns. He is wearing a red robe covered in symbols that seem to glow. His face is covered by a mask with only one eye and no other facial features. The rest of it is like a flame design.
Zack: Wicked flame mask, bro.
Steve: "So you have come to me at last? Did that failure dying from his suicidal disease send you? He was weak. He could not do the work of the fire."
Zack: Kurt is going to break loose from E and start stumbling towards this guy saying, "Mommy!"
Zack: That will free up E to draw his shotgun. Left Eye will light the cloth to one of her molotovs.
Steve: "Ha ha ha, you think your fire scares me? I am fire. I am light. I will make you pure and open the way for the beast that burns!" He starts chanting.
Zack: Eazy E is going to shoot him with the shotgun.
At what point does your ruthless gnawing count as self-cannibalism?
Liberals want to mess with the rooms where we poo and pee. Unacceptable. We must protect our poo and pee.
These all just look like normal cats to me.
From what I understand, this genre is about getting eaten by crocodiles. I excel at this.
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.