I could go on at length, as I have previously, but my guess is that you are already familiar with the product.

You have social experiences at conventions that defy description, if not depiction. I've prodded my face in the mirror every day since, cataloguing its manifold horrors, conscious of a writhing where, under optimal circumstances, no writhing should occur.

Here, the conclusion. We hope that you have enjoyed The Seventh Spring, which was apparently about fatherhood?  I try to keep it out of here, but it has a way of bleeding in.

The Seventh Spring continues. I like to write, and do so willingly when I believe it will result in a superior comic. If he's going to turn in work of this sort, however, I think it's best to stay out of his way. These pages would not be improved by my frivolous embroidery.

It's been quite awhile since we investigated the Cardboard Tube Samurai, an oversight we chose to rectify this week. With Gabriel down south this week, steeping his heir in The Cult of the Mouse, it seemed like a well-timed return to the old ways. "The Seventh Spring" runs until Friday. We had a lot of fun doing it.

When we got this thing in for playtesting, we were utterly transported.  And Yet It Moves is a platform game, and a puzzle game, where the platforms are the puzzle...  Alright, hang on.  I can do better.  

You have to wonder what toxic gases are seeping up from the foundation of Sony's American headquarters. What mysterious compound, when affixed to a functioning brain, would warp perception to such an extent that this constitutes an invigorating communique? Can anyone tell me - does any man know - the precise trajectory of this platform?

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.

We crushed Wanted: Weapons of Fate, which is just as quick as you've heard. The barb of its limited duration was deepened by the fact that - during this time - we found ourselves enjoying it quite a bit. Gabriel in particular enjoyed their cinematic moments, which are somewhere between a rail-shooter, a quicktime event, and a cutscene. For my part, I was surprised to find that the story execution wasn't a wash. They could have a franchise here, if they wanted to - though they might want to run some of their henchmen through some basic barrel recognition.

The podcast for today's strip, "The Law Of Unintended Consequences," is now available.  Of course, those of you who are subscribed to the feed itself might already be listening - in which case, I'll leave you to it.

Do you like things that are new? How about shirts? Why do I ask? No reason.

It seems as though the floodgates are beginning to creak open on inFamous, including (among other things) the revelation of "Karma Moments" - a tracked morality system with effects on player progression. It wasn't meant to be funny, but for some reason we found it very funny, because like many mechanisms of this kind your choices tend to come down to being an omnibenevolent supercherub or the Goddamned devil.

OnLive is pretty much the belle of the ball at GDC thus far, and its promise of rapture must be pure exhilaration to anyone who has never worked IT. I wouldn't describe it as a fight, per se - the knives remained sheathed - but I would say that Gabriel and I entered into what you might call a scale model of a fight. There was fury, but it was a very compact fury.

Porkfry is at the forefront of Pokemon husbandry, as has been well established - his "Living Pokedex" is a beacon to the field.  It wasn't until the last round of Pokemon releases that it was absorbed by our group generally, and for some of us, it penetrated those membranes which cradle our most crucial organs.  Very early on, I felt as though I glimpsed the overall shape of Pokemon play. I couldn't push through it. As fascinating as the endgame of Pokemon is - and fascinating, as a word, is barely sufficient - I couldn't build a roster myself because the grind on low-level Pokemon play is just too brutal. Gabe was able to manage it, but for him (and presumably others) playing Pokemon is something you do while you are doing something else - autonomic, not a conscious act but rather a function of the body.

I'm a little late on this, hopefully your anger will not endure.  Should you crave additional Maw, which would be completely understandable, the "Brute Force" and "River Redirect" Deleted Scenes are up on Greenhouse.

In the fourth comic of "Further Songs Of Sorcelation," we posit that bad-ass sorcelator Grimm Shado once banished the Witchaloks to the dark shadows of the Shadowdark. Shadowdark is a word that - like everything else in the series - we constructed expressly to be as awful as is humanly possible. Imagine my surprise when, upon opening "The Manual Of The Planes," I discovered that this is an actual place in the base setting. We decided that this was a punishable offense and, speaking gnarled words that haven't been heard for ten thousand years, unleashed our most powerful techniques.