Zack: While you are using your enormous sword to scrape blood from your master there is a loud bang.
Steve: "Oh meow no!" I had better investigate this noise.
Zack: A large part of your survival bunker is filled with smoke. You failed to clean the ventilation shaft C14 in a timely manner and it has exploded into the bunker, covering everything with dust even as smoke continues to churn from the ruptured duct.
Steve: Is there a way to put out the fire?
Zack: The bunker has a fire suppression system, but it is toxic so you will need to get a gas mask from the storage closet.
Steve: Alright I do that then and active the fire suppression system.
Zack: The gas mask won't fit over your elf ears.
Steve: Blankets. I can smother the fire with blankets. Are there any blankets?
Zack: All of the bunk blankets are labeled "HIGHLY FLAMMABLE." There are some blankets in the master's bedroom. Do you want to go in there?
Steve: Alright, swinging my boobs all over and fake crying I will enter the master's bedroom to get his blankets.
Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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.