Zack: Kempers, no!
Steve: Guess what I found baked into the worst dang king cake ever?
Zack: I would rather fight the bone monster.Steve: Are you setting up another Craigslist joke?
Zack: I was the evil plastic baby hulking the fuck out on the subway, you were a bipedal conglomeration of skulls, hooves, and bones clattering around in pursuit of unholy vengeance. Would like to offer my ghastly doll body up for non-stop fuck session.
Steve: Tease me with your skeleton keys.
Zack: Pamper my pouty p-due.
Zack: I think I felt better about all this when we weren't writing baby sex jokes directed at skeleton monsters.
Steve: In rpg gaming the only limit is your imagination.
Zack: Fortunately society places other limits on us. Like the kind where we'll both be listed on registries if we don't knock it off.
Steve: I thought they closed down gleemax.
Elliot said my breakup must have been due to the sweater curse, an unexplained phenomenon where anyone who gives their significant other a hand-knit sweater gets dumped. The only way to break the curse, Elliot said, was to destroy the sweater.
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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.