Zack: ADDITIONAL NOTES: Are you fucking kidding me?
Steve: Negro satanic chicken man creates zombies.
Zack: I wonder if a soldier in the US Army requests a voodoo burial if they have to call a Houngan in to conduct the service.
Steve: I bet a voodoo burial is very tentative. For weeks you'd be expecting him to claw his way back out of the grave.
Zack: Yeah, the US government should get their hands on chicken man and his telepathic zombie army. Make him a chaplain and start raising the dead.
Steve: They could subtract the zombie total from the killed in action total and eventually people would start thinking soldiers were being born in Afghanistan.
Zack: Soldiers are born in America. Warriors are made in Afghanistan.
Steve: Warriors? Isn't that what Champion does for a living? Is he in Afghanistan?
Zack: I don't know, is he an amoral PMC willing to guard an embassy that is guaranteed to be car-bombed?
Steve: Possibly. Champion is a tier one operator.
"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.