Zack: The robot speaks in a machine voice, "Violence is not required. You are the guests of the ruler of Cloud City, Lando Calrisian, and the concert promoter for Yadda, Hmong Mothma. You are cordially invited to dinner at the cloud restaurant on cloud six, cloud street."
Steve: Sounds like a trap. Why would we go to that?
Zack: "Because Yadda will be there," says the robot. The intercom immediately crackles and Beth Hutt says, "Ooh, can I go? Please?"
Steve: Alright, we can go.
Zack: "Excellent," says the robot. "It is a pageant and you are expected to arrive in costume. The theme for tonight is...Endor."
Zack: TO BE CONTINUED...
"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.