There is a lot to like about Labo, which is firmly indicated by the amount of pixels emitted in its praise. The thing that excites me the most is that the first two boxes have the subtitle Toy-Con 1 and Toy-Con 2. What I want more than anything is a Toy-Con to be followed by more and more numbers. We have submitted a possible Toy-Con 3 option but we're easy; it doesn't have to be exactly like this but it's one idea and you're welcome to it.
I'm good on comet shit, thanks. I'm a position to know what the margins are like on enthusiast media properties, and so I know that it's incumbent on them to beat the shit out of whatever is getting views, but it's lead to a state of affairs where the stats are functionally writing the content and it looks it.
People often talk about the "dadification" of games, which I suspect is at least partially a function of a workforce that is aging and a medium that is aging with it. I mean aging in the sense of a casked liquor. I don't mean aging in demonstrable progression of decrepitude sense, but know this: the grave awaits us all. Purely in terms of time spent there, it's not even a contest; the tomb is the truest home of man.
I have the last four pages of Nurse Normal's Jonaari opus, Never Mind That for you right here. Pages 1-6 and here, pages 7-12 are here, and pages 13-16 are below:
We actually wrote this comic before it was announced that the guided missile was being shelved indefinitely. They have a pretty aggressive schedule over there.
If I'm going to commit to a Wargame, it has to present itself to me as a place where stories happen.
Almost exactly 10 years ago someone literally had to pay me to play Dungeons & Dragons. Whatever impression I had of the game before that, it was the wrong one. Within a week of playing Jim Darkmagic for the first time I was on the phone with Jerry asking what books I needed to buy in order to be a dungeon master.
I've only been to San Francisco twice, if I recall correctly, and the second time - the now that I am currently inhabiting - is only nominally San Franciskian. I have a layover here that could comfortably accommodate a Norse saga.
It's pretty rare that we engage in dreaded continuity on the Make-A-Strip Stage, but we're bold gentlemen untroubled by convention.
It's gonna take me a bit to get used to this "show starts on Thursday" thing. Here's the strip.
One of the most humbling things about Acquisitions Incorporated and The "C" Team in particular is how much fan work it seems to generate. One enthusiast, Nurse Normal, has created a lot of work that I know we just think of a canonical.
I grew up quite Churchy, for lack of a better term; eventually I couldn't square some of the concepts. Then religion was simply the casualty of a mother who wanted her son to remain alive and a son who thought he was smarter than every other living person.
Far Cry 5's Hope County is a fallen place in desperate need of liberation, and one of the ways you know this is that occasionally a person will be tied up, muttering to themselves, and you can press X to LIBERATE them.
I feel like this one happened kinda fast. Soon we'll arrive at a point where we can power our societies with the rise and fall of the heroes we create and destroy. If we're going to continue in our effort to transform the Earth into a perpetual reality show, we've only begun to witness the grotesquerie. The effort to annihilate Ninja hasn't been mounted with the same vigor as previous campaigns, they have instead mounted a sumptuous, nuanced narrative, possibly because sites have done everything possible to associate themselves with his rise.