Zack: Admiral Thrawn here shouldn't have eaten the buffet at the Sweaty Clam.
Steve: This is pretty weird for Street Fighter. Later White Wolf books had all kinds of puking and stuff though.
Zack: Leave it to White Wolf to add gross sexual fetishes like vampires rape-vomiting acid on women in one-piece swimsuits to something perfectly wholesome like Street Fighter.
Steve: It even tells you that the acid will dissolve clothing. So, like, she's gonna be totally nude pretty much in a couple seconds.
Zack: That's when the roleplaying session gets fun. When the dude running the campaign gets to tell his male friend about how his female character is now writhing naked under the scalding upchuck of some greaseball purple vampire. Another awkward night around the table.
Steve: Admiral Thrawn wasn't a vampire, he was a chiss. And he could discern his enemy's motivations by their artwork.
Zack: I must be related because White Wolf is my enemy and from this artwork I can discern that I want to burn their offices down.
‘Toad coin?’ wondered the traveler as he examined the pebble. It did not look all that different from any other pebble, and certainly nothing like a coin. ‘What manner of coin has no head or tail, and bears no seal or flag? Who backs this toad coin, the toad bank? The toad treasury!?’ The traveler laughed, but the toads croaked sternly back at him.
Spending $10-15 a day on perishable organic dog food is not a sign of a decadent culture in terminal decline, it's actually real good and worth it.
No lifeguard on duty. Maze run at your own risk.
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.