Zack: I'd love to see J. Jonah Jameson call Fay Jones into his office and just tear her shit up over this piece of garbage.
Steve: Seems like maybe a Magic card was the worst place to showcase her art.
Zack: "Jones! Get in here! What the hell is this? I come into my office and there's an envelope full of dog crap sitting on my desk and your name is on it! What is this supposed to be, something Fellini painted on the wall of his kid's nursery? We're in the business of selling magic cards here, Jones. Fan-ta-see. I want you to take this paint pot 101 community college drip drop out of here and make me something with at least three wizards on it. And an orc. In ten minutes."
Steve: She better be back in nine minutes with a picture of Spider Man doing something way awesome with some wizards.
Zack: Fay Jones, if you're reading this, I'm sure you're a wonderful artist, but imagine some 12 year old tearing open a pack of Magic cards with fevered excitement, imagining Pit Fiends and Shivan Dragons and all sorts of cool spells, and they wind up with this bullshit. Don't you feel a little bit guilty?
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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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.