The neighbors stayed for many hours. When Duke awoke he blundered into the living room and struck up a conversation with his new friends, apparently unaware of the scene he was creating.
The guests were beginning to complain of lack of sleep and hunger, but they were both unwilling to be the first to leave the party. By the time Fifa asked them to leave it was too late. Events had already spiraled out of control...
The guests eventually hauled their drooling, pissing carcasses out of the Flare-RULES household. Fifa put something to eat in the oven and Duke took the opportunity to make sausages. While her food was cooking Fifa stood in front of the mirror and made faces at herself until she nearly collapsed with hunger.
It's true. Grimace is human. God help us, we did our best for him.
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
The famed gonzo otaku journalist writes about the death of gaming culture in 2014.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
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