Zack: Brain, comin' through. Yep, just walking on my brain sticks. Opening doors with my brain hands.
Steve: I don't know if I would call those hands. Brain meat cones.
Zack: According to the text this thing is made out of brains by Mind Flayers to "fulfill their desires."
Steve: I desire my whole house smells like nasty brains. Heyyyy, thanks, brain golem.
Zack: I desire to have my shit scared senseless when I get up in the middle of the night to take a piss and walk face-first into hamburger brains here.
Steve: Maybe he's really good at math and Mind Flayers need lots of math questions answered.
Zack: Better break out the flash cards because this dude's intelligence is 6.
Steve: Maybe they just lick it all day like a big candy man.
Zack: You know what they say. If Mind Flayers could all have brain golems none of them would ever leave the house.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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.