(Trigger Warning for attempts to coerce laughter through foul language, Dungeons, Dice rolling, contempt for Hydra’s bodily autonomy,Dragons,)

As I mentioned after PAX, it was my great honor to write lyrics and a vocal melody about Warmachine, the thunderous tabletop wargame from Privateer Press. Well, that track is now available to download on the Xbox if you're keen, with a PSN version to follow shortly. Privateer Press is also donating all proceeds from the track to Child's Play, which is compounds the honor I felt in serving them previously. Since they won the song at the Child's Play Charity Dinner and Auction to begin with, donating the earnings off the track is incredibly generous. They've created something like a donation engine, now.

Am I the only only one who is this way? I don't know. I sort of like foraging for shows. I like to watch television, but I like watching it on my terms, and I'm afraid that if I got cable liquid television would start shooting out of the wall, and then where would we be.  

New rumblings about a Myst movie were more or less irresistible as strip material. Now, though, as the most deeply Myst obsessed human being affixed to this planet, I must spend the rest of the post walking it back.

PATV!  Mega64!  New Episode!    

Thanks to everyone who sent in a photo for my Rob Liefeld pose contest. It turns out even Rob Liefeld entered, but I said no photo-shopping so he was disqualified. I got a lot of great poses but I have chosen one winner. I saw a lot of photos that acuratly mimicked real drawings. I saw a few that nailed the leaping action seen in so much of Rob’s work. But this one picture I feel had it all.

Today's strip isn't terribly far from the conversation we actually had. Dialogue wise.

Comic Jumper is a new game coming out from the guys at Twisted Pixel. We had a chance to play it before PAX and I really liked the concept of a character who jumps into different comic book genres. Each time he lands in a new comic, the style of the artwork changes and it’s done really well.

Integrating another human being's unique biology into the office has been a unique proposition. Scott claims that before moving north, nobody's ever even mentioned his talkative ass, but his friend and cohort Kris Straub just left the country for an entire month - presumably to get oxygen.

Maybe?  I don't know really know any Latin.  Would that mean I was out of Precipice?  Because that shit ain't true.  In fact, I've just posted another entry.

Comic related to my cohort's birthday constitute a kind of sub-genre in the greater body of our "work," some are more generalized - like today's, for example - but there are one or two that hint at something like an overarching (underpinning?) mythology.

Scort and Krasp are back again, on track again, for a segment we like to call Blam Nights.

I sometimes get overwhelmed with only one wife, and only two children. I'm not sure I'm patriarch material. Even so, I should probably make absolutely sure.

So I am home sick today and that’s why the strip looks a little strange. I was trying to figure out a way to draw the comic from home what with all my stuff being at the office. I remembered that I had downloaded the Sketchbook Pro app on my iPad. So today’s comic was drawn entirely with my pointer finger. Kiko was kind enough to drop my finger paintings into the panels and add the text for me. I’m hoping that another day of rest and playing Birth By Sleep will make me feel better.

My son and I don't play very many games together. Well, we don't play many videogames; I don't think we've stopped living a kind of game since he was old enough to speak. The only videogame we have played with any regularity is Spreng Und Abriss, and if you click through there to the video you will understand exactly why.  He played Angry Birds at a friend's house, and now plays what he calls "Angry Birds RL," which apparently means Real Life, because it is essentially a game where he stacks things up and then hurls his entire body at them, resulting in injury. I don't know if the injuries are required exactly, but they do seem to accompany every round, so who knows.

I should probably be pushing this more forcefully, but that's not really in my make up.  Precipice!  There's more of it.