Overwatch 2 has been a bust in the Krahulik house. This is a game they've played as a family since the kids were little, no joke, and Blizzard has goosed it in some way that's ruined it for them. But, like a mythical predator, it's only goaded them into one of its other mouths - one that is arguably deeper and more ridged with wicked teeth than the other one.

Garabbas bounced off Midnight Suns immediately, instantly; I'd be surprised if he hadn't already installed it, just five days from release. I think he would rather have nothing than the possibility of more that. As Penny Arcade's Chief self-flaggelator, I have been lashing my bare back with it for the last couple days. Results have varied!

When we wrote the comic, it was earlier in the week because we needed to build up a backlog for PAX Unplugged - they hadn't voted on anything yet. I was surprised to learn when I started writing the post that they voted 8-3 to hasten some OCP shit by authorizing the use of deadly robots.

Hi! I deeply misinterpreted my calendar, and a panel that I thought was at one time was at another, much earlier time, which meant I needed to do two panels back to back the moment I got out of bed! It was very exciting. Typically I'm able to scrub away the filth and effluvia the body creates o'ernight, but this time I emerged on stage cocooned in a rustling, amber crust - a crust insects prize.

It is a delicacy to their kind.

Every now and then you get a little shudder, the flap of a butterfly wing, about a Splinter Cell reboot. I think Ubisoft is pretty fuckin' good at reboots. Shit, they're good at rebooting a franchise into a new genre in the middle of the series, as it's going! Conviction is a great example of this. But their Prince of Persia reboot, and then their reboot of the prior reboot - were both inexplicably good. So maybe we're entering into a new era of Splinter Cell, and what better way to, you know, get it poppin', but to tantalize the senses with a BBC Radio Drama(?)

You might remember me mentioning that I drew a few cards for the new Marvel Snap game. Well it looks like the first three have appeared in the game with the latest update!

One of my favorite Star Wars Things is a completely throwaway line, in the first movie, where C-3P0 gives thanks to a ill-defined Maker. That blew my mind apart as a kid. There's so many things he could have meant by that, and I spent a lot of time embroidering the possibilities. And now Andor, in its manifold blessings, has given us cool new robot shit to think about - you might have a robot that is essentially part of your family. Like a robot that needs help from you. Imagine introducing BB-8 not as a merchandise opportunity but as a real character. That's what happened.

Oh! Hello. I was going to write all this a few hours ago, but it required electricity which we didn't have at that time. We got out the candles and prepared to live as our forebears did; one of the Old Songs had just begun to blossom on my lips. Honestly it might have been a cold sore. But the power came on shortly thereafter and we blew the candles out.

I didn't actually understand what was happening at first, as is typical with the Internet. Information speed is so high that it can seem like everybody knows the same thing, so at any distance from the inciting event people are just reacting to whatever it is without including any of the context. I just noticed that Tweets had gotten incredibly maudlin and it was a lot. It turns out a bunch of the people Elon Musk hadn't fired just quit, and people had begun to post messages that felt like they were watching red-hot, worldkiller asteroids enter the atmosphere.

I think if you are going to have a significant part of your respiratory system eaten by a dog, it's always gonna be a bad time. The best case scenario is that this sacred apparatus, so crucial to life, remain

1. Within, and
2. Uneaten.

Imagine if there were an even worse way for this to happen than normal and you have the dreaded Chaos Hound situation.

24 years ago today Jerry and I Started Penny Arcade from apartment 26 in Spokane Wa. I managed to take a picture of the old place using Google Street View and the only thing missing from when we lived there was the couch we left on the porch that was soaked in cat urine. 

It can't be said enough, apparently since repetition of the sentiment occasionally breaks through - even with Gorbiriel. Andor is an incredibly unlikely Star Wars show, derived more firmly from espionage thrillers, which makes sense I guess since it's from the dude who made the Bourne movies. It's Make A Star Wars Show Challenge: Impossible, because it's almost purely about character motivations and not about space dogfights or wizards, the things we would ordinarily consider Star Wars.

I was recently sent a box of Titans Terrain which I had never heard of. It is pop-up terrain for your wargaming table and after messing with it for a couple days I think it’s incredibly clever and I want to tell you guys about it.

I haven't had a chance to really start Pentiment yet, I've been in the word mines all day, but I did start it up yesterday night long enough to know that it was torrid. It's an act of romantic worship, truly niche pornography; a sonar pulse that generates a three dimensional image of the wanton beasts responsible for its manufacture. They are utterly known to me, now. Indeed, they are known to all of us. And they are shameless things.

Gorb says that God Of War Ragnarok doesn't want to let you languish too long on a puzzle, I assume because the game wants to be a movie, and so they gotta put people in your business all the time. I understand the idea behind it; they want to maintain a certain momentum. It's not God Of Leisure: Respite, I guess. But it doesn't feel good, even if it does feel like having a teenager. Make of that what you will.

Gorbiriel has evaporated, he ain't replying to texts, and that's because he's gotten heavily into Kratom. Or, Kratos. It's one of the two.