Zack: In the grim darkness of the far future there are only genderfluid mech jockeys watching snow globes.
Steve: I'm worried about that shelf of booze in the background. That doesn't look like it has adequate bracing for the weight it is holding.
Zack: Nah, I'm more concerned with the babe in the black dress staring at herself in the mirror. It's so sad. She ends up at the bar talking to herself again.
Steve: "These people don't care about anything but the snow globe."
Zack: "What's wrong with you Cynthia? Why do you keep coming to these mechwarrior bars? They're all the same."
Steve: She needs to lose these two and go to a clan bar.
Zack: They're twice as good as Inner Sphere bars, but everybody thinks you're a dick for going to one.
(Lips smacking, mouth full of peanut butter, glistening streams of peanut butter oil running down chin) "I'm full as hell, and I'm not going to take another bite!"
I saw good men turned to mush in the wars against the soggies. Men much better than you, Mr. President. If you are going to take John Brennan's security clearance, take my security clearance too.
Bonk: The Only Good Bonk Is A Head Bonk
We review every game from the last 2 months, plus all 21 SNES Classic titles
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.