Editor's Comments:What can you do with ten grand? Buy lots of food? Pay for a few years of college? Get a decent car? Or go on eBay and proudly rank yourself among the biggest dumbass-slash-losers in history? Decisions, decisions.

Editor's Comments:And so I ask you, what do you have to be thankful for? And so, I heard in reply, "being a child of the 80's and having parents willing to indulge me in my gaming hobbies." I think most of us can relate ^^

Editor's Comments:A charming tale of gamers everywhere, and their love-hate relationship with their avenues of entertainment. An allegory for consumers, or a charming tale masking pseudo-Giant Ant Overlord undertones? We report... AND decide!

Editor's Comments:Another annotated excursion into editorialland, taking the question of what if life were like RPGs, and turning it around to ask the other question. Uh, whatever it is in reverse. Something about ducks, or botulism.

I work hard for the money! So hard for the money! Oh I something something money, come on, give me lots of honey! *explodes*

Yes, we have ourselves four eds, folks. No, they're not YTMNDs in disguise, although I should do that more convincingly next time, those are fun. Anyway, staffers Angel and Wonderslime join us for this installment, Angel to express thanks for her hobby and Wonderslime to express dismay at those who take it too far. Newcomers Astrid Pearson and Claude-Alexandre Cormier-Trudeau (helpfully referred to as LAB-15) take on cautionary tales about gamers, the worlds they inhabit, and the rules those worlds are run by - at least, I think the tales are cautionary.

It's been an interesting week, my friends, lots of highs and even more lows, but we're still here, chuggin' along. Back from a nice long Thanksgiving break, glad school ends in 2 1/2 weeks. Absolutely frickin' terrified of what comes next. But then again, I don't think I've lived a day in my life where I haven't feared for my life the second I woke up. Now that might just be me, or it might be the Spanish guy in the suit with the ponytail and silenced pistol (I SEE YOU, OCTAVIO! Get away from my car!) who's been following me around for a while. I don't know, I'm not an expert on this kind of thing. Be that as it may, we have editorials.

You know what I wish? I wish I could get involved in some kind of heist. Yes, I know, I did that joke already, referencing Dane Cook and such, but I do still want to. I wanna get in on the start of one last big score. Obviously, it can't be any of mine, because I've never had any first scores, large or small; the point remains that all the best scores are usually done with an eye towards retirement, usually by an aging safecracker (ably played by Gene Hackman) or a particularly good-looking fortysomething (typically George Clooney, and no, I don't want to know his real age - let a man dream, willya?). But I begin to digress: a heist = awesome; one final heist = super-mega-godly-awesome.

I have spoken.