Games and essays by colonies of mutant rats, for colonies of mutant rats.
When we last left our hero, he was studying the noble and delicate art of hacking things apart with a sharp bit of…whatever the hell this sword is made of. I probably don’t want...
If you don’t read the Twitter feed (read: my personal parade of contextless blathering and craven excuses), you might be expecting the Morrowind post right about now. Well, turns out, my gameplay buffer ran...
When we last left our mighty hero, he was about to get the everloving crap beaten out of him by a bonewalker. See, this is where the dynamic nature of Bethesda’s world really shines...
When we last left our hero, he was wandering the streets of Mournhold (Light, Magic, etc) and doing what he does best: solving other people’s problems, doing other people’s jobs, and getting bupley-squack as...
When we last left our hero, he’d gotten himself rather explosively ejected from House Hlaalu. Punching my superior in the noggin might not have been the most creative way to quit my job, but...
When we last left our hero, he was mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. If my bosses were actively trying to get me killed or imprisoned, they could not have...
(I swear to God, the instant there’s something worth taking a screenshot of, like in next week’s edition, I’ll have screenies for you. In this entry, there’s really nothing you guys haven’t seen before.)...
(Hadn’t realized how much of my buffer I’d eaten through—not a whole lot to today’s LP. I’ll get some more gameplay under my belt before next week’s entry.) When we last left our mighty...
T’was a fight against ghoulies, and all through the tomb The undead were stirring to bring ‘bout my doom The skellies had teamed up, the fight was unfair From the very first moment I’d...
(I don’t know why there aren’t any screenshots for this segment. I distinctly recall taking them–I think I might have actually run low on disc space. I recently cleaned out my Fraps folder, and...
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