Zack: Most of all, I'd like to thank myself. Only I could be this creepy. Way to go, me.
Steve: I feel like someone is going to write "Great Job" in the corner.
Zack: Steve, there is no way either of us is reading a 1,000 page book about fucking bugbears, and I mean literally fucking bugbears, and throwing swords into assholes.
Steve: When you put it like that...no...still too long.
Zack: Maybe if he trimmed out a couple hundred of the pages about STDs and brothel rules and got it down to 850 we would reconsider.
Steve: Byron Hall makes Raven c.s. McCracken's Synnibar look like a Cliff's Notes.
Zack: Nah, it'll still look like Synnibar, you'll just be glad Raven saved the creepy sex stuff for his lingerie TV show.
"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.