The Way Of All Flesh
Gabriel hates political cartoons in a way that has no synonym in my own experience. I didn’t grow up drawing - there was nothing in the daily paper for me to emulate. When I came to the realization that the content of these comics was fetid, I just stopped reading them. There was no sense of betrayal, no rising urge to destroy. There was no Oedipal connotation.
He tells me that times are hard for this industry, with the ravenous glint of a hunting hawk. I don’t disagree with him that, in general terms, what these people get up to on a given day is probably a war crime. It’s almost impossible to make work as stupid as theirs, even you’re expressly trying to do so. It’s just that… Well, these guys have enough problems.
They are creatures of a world that doesn’t exist anymore. That’s not their fault, but it doesn’t materially alter the scenario. They’re affixed to lumbering, indifferent behemoths that have persisted in a haunted, harrowed form of unlife. It’s time to board the White Ships.
April Fool’s Day is the refuge of villains, a sunken hole muggy with geothermal sweat. As a myconic parody of the lush, sun-drenched Earth, new horrors are forever birthed in its perfect darkness. You can probably sense that a caveat is forthcoming. Buckle up.
We did a “Class Preview” of the Witchalok for the D&D site. Witchaloks, as in, “Return Of The Witchaloks” Witchaloks. It might help to know something about the game itself, but I don’t think it’s necessary - if you liked the series, there’s almost certainly something there for you to enjoy.