PAX South is coming up next week and I'm getting excited. Last year at this time I had just ruptured some of the important plumbing inside my human frame. I ended up zipping around PAX South on a little scooter while the carbon fiber patch they sewed into my guts took root. This year I'm happy to announce that I'll be walking around on my legs like I usually do.

Not every game works for the format, but I think Paladins could have something to say in the "battlegrounds" space. I'll be very surprised if they can do so while calling themselves Battlegrounds, however. They'll probably have to change that part. Something like… Paladins… Fighting Place.

I've compiled all the Acquisitions Incorporated: The "C" Team art and fic here for easy access. Apparently there were ten pieces…? Thanks to the "C" Team for giving my great stuff to work from. And get caught up, because Season 2 of this shit starts Sunday, January 14th at Noon CST.

I'm married to a crafty lady, I know lots of people in the props biz; this is all to say that "some of my best friends are crafters." I have absolutely no beef with people who make enduring objects out of thread, I was just very surprised to see Gabe up knitting. I mean, it's just art I guess; I shouldn't be too surprised.

There are controversial ships, and then there are forbidden ships. Come get in these folds.

"Don't leave," says Walnut, seated with her back to the fire. Her hands are twitching furiously around a heap of twigs and, with a few tugs and twists, they were becoming something that looked intentional.

I've got a couple pieces of art here from Ryan slash Donaar Blit'zen, Dragonborn Narcissist, to go with Monday's veiled tale of Sorsha and Chronaar. The first is his sketch of the little scamp:

Nomenclature-wise, we use the term "Smurfberries" for any type of secondary currency. That's where the first truly massive unauthorized purchases were reported, and there's also a kind of insult nestled in the language. An imaginary currency named after an imaginary fruit eaten by imaginary creatures is, ironically, a pretty robust metaphorical statement.

Please deposit your PAX South Qs into our designated slot. We'll process them live on stage.

When we were talking about writing comics, we ended up talking about the things enemies are always saying. They're always saying things, but the difference between a six to eight hour campaign and the nineteen hours I currently have in The Division means I have heard them for - at minimum - ten more hours. And I'm gonna play another three hours tonight. So, more. Here's a DLC I will pay for: one that makes every enemy speak a single part of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. This guy is the oboe or whatever. Consider it: you could remix the score in real time with your M249.

Here's the second strip. There might be another one, I'll decide tomorrow. Until then, another bit of "C" Team fic. I'll get the art from Ryan later, it's fucking Christmas.) -----

I wasn't there when it happened, but I'm told that Ronia and her incredibly smart friend Sarah cracked the case on this Santa shit, and Brenna folded quick. I might have done more to safeguard the tradition, but Brenna occupies a realm of perfect honesty - a realm so dedicated to the virtue that our son had an operating knowledge of prostitution when he was five.

Her mother called her Walnut. First, because she was small. When Walnut was less small, there were other reasons to call her thus. She was sweet, but secretly so; tender, though few were allowed to know. And there was power, too; great power, her birthright as a Daughter of the Enclave. A sky-piercing power.

At some point, Ubisoft - which had theretofore been enunciating the annual release deathmarch decreed by the Market Elders - decided to release a game and then stay awhile. They also paused Assassin's Creed, but I don't know if they did as a corollary to the new policy or because they needed to plant legumes there because the soil was out of nitrogen.

We need to entertain the idea that is was a joke, one of these Ha Has youths are always entertaining themselves with. But it is true: members of The "C" Team did conspire at the event to consort with another.

Sometimes my friend Amy Falcone says that something is "a lot," and now Gorborath has adopted it. Generally something is "a lot" when you "can't even." That's the threshold.