IN WHICH we smell rocks, and puzzles are solved.
IN WHICH we smell rocks, and puzzles are solved.
IN WHICH 20-sided dice are rolled, and we’re needed.
IN WHICH electric neon giddiness pervades, and the world ends.
IN WHICH subversive art is celebrated, quiet deals are struck and triple words are scored.
IN WHICH historical acts are reimagined improperly, and we get all wibbly wobbly timey wimey.
IN WHICH soap is rightfully celebrated, as is a mythic quest for a magical (plastic) guitar.
IN WHICH graphs are celebrated – even, nay, especially, those which do not convey useful information – and a big week in video game news is discussed.
IN WHICH illegal computer activities are decried, and recreational computer activities bring a tear to the eye.