Clod of Cthulhu: All’s Whale that Ends Whale
When we last checked in on Jack, there were about four or five hours left in the game, and I’m going to be honest: I haven’t seen them. I probably never will. When Steam...
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Clod of Cthulhu: The Love(craft) Boat
(Steam’s been a mother-hubbard lately, so I haven’t managed to get CoC reinstalled quite yet. This means today’s post is going to be a bit on the slim side. As soon as I’ve got...
Clod of Cthulhu: Haunted Blandsion
When I last abandoned Jack, he was drafted into a raid he was unqualified for, on behalf of an agency he is not employed by, all for an employer who is a sadist and...
Clod of Cthlhu: Someone Set Us Up, The Bum
You know, Jack has a pretty poor track record as far as helping people goes. Jack’s very first mission was to help the police with a tense negotiation. A simple enough procedure—too simple for...
Clod of Cthulhu: Beware the Ides of Marsh
When we last left Jack Walters, he was doing extremely dangerous work for a man who’d just tortured him for no reason. Oh, I know what you’re thinking: he doesn’t have a choice, right?...
Clod of Cthlhu: Innsmouth is Over, No More Fish Puns, Dangit
A correction: I went back to check, and it looks like Burnham probably does die in the crash. The truck explodes after you’re thrown off of it, and I don’t really see him getting...
Clod of Cthulhu: Crash of the Day
Okay, I’m going to go through these bits quickly, because if this series is ever going to end I’m gonna have to get out of Innsmouth. To be honest, while Jack doesn’t get any...
Clod of Cthulhu: Lamprey and Hutch
Three cheers for another special fun-sized finals week post! So far, Jack’s master plan of breaking a shop clerk out of jail in the hopes that maybe he’d have a clue has backfired on...
Clod of Cthulhu: Shooting Fish in a Barrio
When we last left our addle-pated nilnoggin, he was attempting to mount a single-handed unarmed raid on a building full of armed officers who are willing to shoot him on sight. This is something...
Clod of Cthulhu: Hard to Come Up With a Pun When You’re Eel
Running on massive sleep loss and waning-but-present illness, here. I’ve already written 2000 words of humor-like product tonight, and I’m not sure how much more I can squeeze out before I collapse from exhaustion,...
