Maybe a decade or so ago, somebody launched an AM radio station that supposedly catered to "my" biases as opposed to the biases of a nefarious and scheming other. I could only listen to it for about five minutes before I had to turn it off. Being force-fed my own beliefs only makes me question them. This is more or less how I feel when I watch a trailer for Ready Player One.

PAX East is coming up quick and I wanted to share the cover for this years guide.

Like many multiplayer shooters, Overwatch is also a place to hang out. That's more or less how I've used it; I felt like I understood it as much as was necessary to provide incisive, GoldenBoy-tier commentary on the failures I generate simply by being around.

The story is very, very old, and you know it already, but I can distill it for you. A new online game came out and it doesn't really work.

We were trying to figure out The Ninja Phenomenon before he was playing with rappers or some shit, and now it's even more difficult to pull this apart. But we can talk about the sort of shit this motherfucker gets up to on his stream.

YouTube is Broadcast Television and Twitch is Cable. Does that sound about right? Am I close? I feel like that happened really fast. YouTube's true audience is Unilever or whoever the fuck. Multinational Hydrae bound in circles of salt by public markets. Twitch is the warping House of Chaos that dances in fire. You have no idea what kind of angel or devil is going to splup out of some inky hole and currently - currently - that is a market advantage.

I tried to explain it to Grub Dumpster a couple days ago. Imagine the moment where you're trying to push the final point in, say, Numbani. The sled has turned the corner and the lip is now over the point. It's lipping. Time is out, and it's only desperate, frenzied roosting on the objective itself that is keeping this balloon in the air.

Glabrezu and I watched the trailer for Hogwarts Mystery with… I don't know what it was with. We like Harry Potter, but - to leverage grade school-native notation - we don't like Harry Potter. But we're down. We haven't left it behind.

I said before that one of the best ways to determine a person's politics is what they don't consider political. Well, let me put it to you this way. I don't consider this comic political.

Sending us one code for Super Seducer may be regarded as misfortune; sending two looks like carelessness.

We wanted to try approaching Moss a second time with a strip; this is what we came up with for Round 2.

Yay! We have a website again! All thanks to our tech-priest, and - of course - to the glorious Emperor of Mankind.

"Digital Card Games" take many forms, and there are many attempts to execute them in ways that do not burn up when entering our atmosphere. This is my particular obsession, I don't expect everyone to follow me into these - particularly as it's not really feasible financially to seriously play more than one at a time. I get in on launch or just before to see how they've tried to survive in the hot, terrifying jungle of the form, which doesn't cost much. Usually.

Cylas Bern licked the pad that granted access to The Stable. It knew him, knew his tongue, and the sliding panel in front of him retreated, deferring to its wisdom.

I have received requests for what C.E.N.T.A.U.R.I. stands for, broken out. The fact that we have readers who want this information, coupled with the fact that they know I have it, means that we have found each other. Think about what a bizarre configuration of the universe this is. In any case. Behold:

I spent most of the weekend watching the Rainbow 6: Siege invitational, like… a lot of it, I watched it a lot. I ran down the battery on my loyal, ancient Acer Chromebook a couple times while I was out in the garage trying to make it less appealing to rats.