Zack: Neptune, uh, you really need to take that off before you get in the water.
Steve: I'm trying to imagine what an electric girdle would do. Like an electric blanket that you wrap around waist?
Zack: You're just sailing along minding your own business, when suddenly your ship comes upon a soiled girdle floating atop the waves. It crackles menacingly.
Steve: Steer away from it. No amount of abdominal support is worth the price Neptune demands.
Zack: Some of the other ones seem like encounters you might not notice having. I don't think a boat is going to pay much heed to a sea slug.
Steve: They might take it seriously if it buys a rail gun.
"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.