Zack: First I couldn't find my shirt, then I couldn't find my neck, now this.
Steve: SCAR dude is on fire. Look at the pathos in that picture. You can feel the glass shards shooting into your back.
Zack: He's doing outsider art and getting paid for it.
Steve: "Awwwwoooauuughhh my frigging back! Lay off!"
"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.