The incredibly funny resurgence of our humble Arcade continues to surge among the larval dorks known as Pennyarcadelings, a cadre referred to in more coarse environs as The Gay Teens. We find the whole thing very sweet, and feel very tenderly toward them; it must be very strange to not know about it and then know about it all at once - how the self-publishing wave of the early internet lead the same people to found a global convention, a charity that has raised and wisely invested tens of millions of dollars into the youth, the foundation of what is called Actual Play, self-inflicted wounds and grievous exile, but then also also cameo in a Poker Game and its Remaster that somehow exhumed them from the muck. Time is quite strange and we have been exposed to a lot of it. We are almost custom-made to wear the mantle of Goofy Uncle who went to jail once and won't talk about why.

We have a lot of old characters that are being disinterred along with us, and an investigation is underway to find these Missing Persons. I've also been answering questions for young autists over at the Tumblr, which is a thing we have and is still real.

On this sun-dappled #Fridabe, our sponsored adventures continue apace - starting at 11am PST, we will continue my young ward's ladder climb until he reaches the Legendary, jewel-encrusted goblet. There's a whole new set with a ton of new cards and mechanics, and unlike most games of this type, outside of a handful of characters all these cards are just available for you to play with right from the jump. It's the most generous game of its kind and that's something you can explore for yourself. Anywhoozle, we're gonna try to maintain our balance on these shifting sands and make numbers get very, very big. Come hang!

(CW)TB out.