Zack: Artist on loan from a late 1950s Soviet folk-art book for children.
Steve: Troll of Siberia will eat your hands if you dawdle at the fishmonger.
Zack: I don't think they had fishmongers in the USSR. There was a place that looked like an off-track betting parlor and you went up to the barred window and handed a lady your ration ticket and she passed you a three ounce disc of compressed trout.
Steve: Similar to how I get my Filet of Fish from MacDonald's only those are compressed hagfish.
"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.