Paladins Strike on phones and tablets is fun as hell.

One of my favorite things to do with D&D is shoehorn video game mechanics into it. When I heard I was going to get to run the game at PAX East this year my first thought was that I had to do something Battle Royale related. Generally when I run these sorts of games I build lots of elaborate props and I actually had a few ideas about how I could do this using poster board and pre-cut circles of green cellophane. I assembled a little team of people here at PA to help me plan and test the game including Mike Buland, Elyssa Grant, Dabe Alan and Kiko Villasenor but as soon as we started talking, this whole thing got way cooler than cardboard and cellophane.

I mostly fucked with Gabe about his obsession with Destiny for almost the first year of its operation. Then I got the bug from him just before House of Wolves, caught up, and then ended up doing weekly raids - something I haven't done since World of Warcraft.

In the upper right hand corner of the screen in Hogwarts Mystery you can see the three distinct currencies, the Satanic Anti-Trinity, that indicate we have entered the Arcade of the Damned. Harry Potter is for Ronia whatever Star Wars was for my generation, there's nothing she would want more than this game. But they're going to give her a choice between watching her character get choked out by a vine for a couple hours or asking her dad for money, which she will definitely get. I wish there were another way for her to check out this story, but they don't offer it.

It's possible that I saw it under the worst possible conditions - in the tiny screen on the back of the airplane seat in front of me - but the last Avengers movie is one of my least favorite films of all time. It also mostly annihilated Joss Whedon's career, apparently, so maybe I'm not alone in that assessment. I felt the same watching it as I do whenever I see somebody post something from Rich Russian Kids or something. You had all this money, and that's what you did with it?

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.

Inspired by true events.

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.