Mister Gribbz has been shlorped fully into the digestive tract of Final Fantasy XVI. There, he is being groomed by strange cilia and he is subject to phantasmagorical sights and sounds. He is also having a really good time, and if this is even conceivable to you, he isn't skipping dense cutscenes full of names and countries. It probably helps that the game has something like "pop up video" that can catch you up on stuff or remind you who the eff the guy with the hat is.

I've spent the last couple days trying to figure out if I need to get a PS5 to check this shit out on. I know it's going to hit PC eventually, but man… you never really know how that port shit is gonna go. I mostly play games either on the computer or on the top of a literal table, to the extent that sometimes I try to use my existing consoles and it's been so long that they've forgotten how to work. Right now I think my summer is just too busy to spend six hundred dollars or whatever to not play it. I'll be forced to content myself with the best games on Earth I guess, played under optimal conditions.

Dabe - the man with such varied monikers as "Durty" Dwab, Dwab Triple, and… I think that's all of them - is not here today. He's doing other stuff! I don't know what it is, but I feel confident that he will be well-dressed for it. What this means is that after I get done writing the strip with Mork, I will have the opportunity to stream a game of my choosing. There's a bunch of demos over at Steam NextFest, and I've installed about ten of them. Let's start working through the list, and maybe we'll find you something you can spend the weekend devouring. Probably start around 10:15am PST? Find me at the usual place.

(CW)TB out.