Zack: Hey, bro, I think your brain is sick or something.
Steve: Alright, now who left the door open on the Far Place?
Zack: Dimensional bleeding and tears? Sounds like somebody needs a pelvic mesh.
Steve: Disembodied space brains serving a proto-god sounds like a pretty wicked band name to me.
Zack: "Thank you for coming out everybody! We are Limbus and the World Flayers!" *starts playing '80s inspired electro music from a MacBook*
"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.