Eris Morn is basically spooky high school lunchroom girl, but in space. She has a perfectly good reason for being sad, but still. She's kind of a Debbie Downer. I wouldn't change her at all; I love her. She has to be there. In the new Pantheon they've developed, she's the Keeper of the Weird. Now that they've allowed Story to sit at the big kids table along with the Shoot Shoots and Mr. Melee, questgivers have been unfolded in three dimensions. Inflated, if you will. There was a Destiny before, but it was not this Destiny.

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We don't actually get to pick the games that we play for the First 15. This means that sometimes we end up playing some real stinkers. It also means that occasionally we discover an awesome game that neither of us ever would have picked up on our own. That's the case with today's episode.

I can remember trying to get Gabriel to try Forza 5, hoping it might give him something to use on the system at all, but the launch was rough in general and eventually the whole box ended up in the closet. It would emerge for a season, groundhog-like, and then return chastened to its hole.

I have tried a few Forza games over the years but never really got into any of them. I don’t think I've done more than a handful of races across all the previous Forza games. By contrast, I got a review copy of Forza 6 last Tuesday from MS and I have already put 22 hours into it. So what happened?

Apple was always a cult, but now it's a cult based on a cult. The revelation has been attenuated, interpreted, made progressively less divine until you see a presentation like the one they gave the other day.

Hey! We have a Scholarship, which is how you know that we are the real deal and wholly dedicated to legitimate stuff. Here's an index of just how real: if you don't send in your shit by September 17th, you can't have the scholarship. That's what's up. I mean, you might not get it, even if you did send it in. We only have the one per year, which is why I examine these entries with incredible care. But if you need school moneys, and aim to positively impact the game industry with your education, well, I know a guy.

Hopefully Gabriel will deal with his dumb work or whatever so we can play Armello again in the afternoon. His aesthetic and the game's aesthetic are at odds, maybe, but it all kinda works too. I had a profoundly frustrating game myself last night, testing out some stuff with River, who is an archer wolf lady that can fire shots into battle before fights start. There are dice, which means randomness, which for some is a deal breaker; but you can make a bulwark against randomness by expanding your hand size a little. I tried, and failed, to penetrate the castle's defenses for four consecutive turns, utterly ready to win, and on six dice I never got the one symbol I needed. It taught me something pretty serious, which is that if I want to win, hoping to win isn't sufficient. I can curate my hand until I have a bounty of symbols and then make a play. I have no idea what I was fucking thinking.

I've been playing a bunch of Mad Max and I managed to capture this goofy glitch.

Gabriel is enjoying Star Wars: Aftermath, at least, this is what I've been told. Generally I take it upon myself to tell him whether or not he likes something, based on what is appropriate to like. Imagine a sign like they have at a carnival, you must be this tall to ride this ride, except instead of vertical height it measures the density and efficiency of your synapses.

I decided to live stream my first attempt at a multiplayer Armello game last night. You can watch the entire thing right here on our Twitch channel:

My magical code machine is still operating at max capacity, and we have loaded it with a few more codes if you still want to get in. Said codes can be transformed into access for whatever machine you want to play it on, in preparation for the beta which opens on the 24th of this month.

It gets mailed out a little later this month to members in Robert's newsletter, but here's the preview panel for this top secret shiz:

Max Max has been a pretty good medicine for returning to normal life, I would say. I have applied it to every exposed surface and I have been improved thereby.

I took off yesterday and played Mad Max pretty much all day. It's a fucking great game and I ended up sketching Max this morning to warm up.

When precisely a PAX ends is a philosophical thing. As I learned after the inaugural PAX South, for many attendees the show actually goes late into the night after the closing ceremony - and for Enforcers and Attendees, the show must be reduced to atoms and then transmitted to the next location. For me, PAX has two culminations: one, after we honor the Enforcers at the afterparty, and two (as previously described) when my phone is provisioned on my home network. Both things have come to pass. The portal is closed.