Zack: "SECRET?" "No. It's S-CRET." "SECRETE?" *points* "Get the fuck out of my sector."
Steve: I'm digging the periscope on the shoulder that allows him to see three inches higher than before.
Zack: Knowing Kevin Siembieda that's probably a mini-micro-missile launcher. Missile launchers to suits of Siembieda power armor are what gargoyles are to cathedrals.Steve: Missiles to Siembieda armor equals skulls to Warhammer armor.
Zack: Warhammer armor IS a cathedral.
Steve: And my body is a temple to Khorne.
Zack: Hot yoga, coconut water, granola and lots of blood.
"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.