Zack: Holy crap, would it ever suck to be one of these things. You spend hours slowly crawling around a cave and climbing up the wall and positioning yourself on the ceiling. Then an adventurer walks underneath you and you drop...and miss.
Steve: Or worse, you hit them, but you don't do much damage.
Zack: Yeah, what then? You've got one shot and then you're pretty much dead. You're a big cone with a mouth and eyes.
Steve: Piercers have always bothered me. If you follow the rules they still take falling damage, so if the ceiling of the cave is too high they could die just from the fall. Like, even if they killed whatever they were aiming for, they could still die.
Zack: My terrible life as a kamikaze ice cream cone.
Steve: And what about a baby piercer? What does that eat?
Steve: No, I mean really little ones. Like newborn piercers.
Zack: Maybe it falls into bowls of stalactite milk.
Steve: I don't think these are mammals.
Zack: Wait, these things live in caves and you've established that caves are identical to subterranean labyrinths. Could they be owlbears?
Steve: Could you be a butthole?
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.