Just in case you think this is a purely fictional enterprise, let me assure you: it’s all so terrifyingly real. I would tell you who we went through, or whatever, but I don’t want to advertise for a service I haven’t received anything from yet. Maybe they’re huge jerks! Maybe you open the box, and in addition to your cravats or whatever there is also a ton of skin and hair. Man, I don’t know.
I didn’t actually speak to Anton Guarana, who I am sure is an actual person somewhere you could probably talk to about which scenarios are and are not “sandal occasions.” No. I spoke to someone else, in a conversation that had elements of anthropology, therapy, and the lemon-wax tang of the confessional. What I came away with is that I am way, way out of my depth. I know a lot about manticores and that’s basically it.
I was not prepared for the extent to which discussing clothing would make me feel naked.
For the duration of PAX, On The Rain-Slick Precipice Of Darkness Three and Four are each half off on Steam, which makes them two fifty apiece. And then, through some Necromancy I don’t have the language to contain, you can buy them simultaneously and get them both for four dollars. If you are the sort who craves value, four dollars for fifteen hours ain’t bad. And I’d describe that as conservative, especially taking the bonus content and prequel chapter from 3 - functionally, a self-contained game - into account. The fourth and final chapter of the series is, um… vast? Let’s go with vast.
The “duration of PAX” includes today, of course, because PAX - the PAX known as PAX Prime - is well and truly on.