Editor's Comments:In the beginning, there was man. Then, man typed IDDQD. Then, there was God. The good Mr. Bruckner takes a look at the naughty things gaming has done and/or influenced throughout history: ancient history. Grand Theft Chariot fo' life, y'alls. Also: for the love of god, read the disclaimer first.

Editor's Comments:The good miss McArdle ponders just what life would be like if it was like that one Futurama episode where Fry asks the what-if machine what life would be like if it were more like video games. Got all that? Good, because I'm not phrasing it properly or more simply. Language is for chumps!

Editor's Comments:The beat goes on, and Tyler Willis hits us with the latest chapter in the feel-good series of the year. In classic Scandinavian fashion, this chapter will discuss the art of killing creatures and taking the shinies they protect for some reason. As before, a better-looking PDF of this here document can be found here.

Editor's Comments:Shifted to part-time villainy, got laid off, or simply doesn't have the touch anymore? Rokuman dares to ponder what happened to one of gaming's first truly persistent villains, who has gone from such noble feats as hiding princesses in one of several castles and making people explore them all, to... well, okay, he still hasn't topped that. Why couldn't the princess just stay still? ;_;

Howdy, y'all. Short remarks this week - I gots me some non-RPGamer typing to do. Nwash has an editorial inspired by an incompetent and infamously childish anti-game nutjob, whom some of you probably are familiar with. Our own Angel does some speculation on what game mechancis could do for our lives, and don't you dare tell me that you wouldn't want save points. Save points would be awesome. Tyler and Roku join us just in the nick of time; Tyler comes back to talk about what you can't do in RPGs, or so I would assume, and Roku wonders where have all the green princess-stealing lizards gone?

I never realized this before now, but I'm due for some kind of massive public meltdown. I've been suppressing rage for a while now - nothing major, mind you, but bit by bit, little annoyances here and there that build up over time. I never release it normally, I either overreact to little things or underreact to big things. So, yeah. Uncle Karl's been riding the happy pills for some time, and by happy pills I mean blueberry muffins, so I figure I'm gonna snap sooner or later. All I ask is that someone have a camcorder ready, just in case I turn into the Incredible Hulk. I know, it's a long shot, but I figure they haven't found him yet - I'm not saying it's me, I'm just saying let's not rule anything out ^^

Aright folks, I gotta scoot. And remember: Indiana Jones could too stop the rock!