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Solitary Confinement, Part One

Because of how the gears of the universe catch, pause, and clang, Morak is heading down to Australia on a solo flight. And, because we aren't allowed to overlap in any respect, this is an untenable, ghost-ridden scenario for him while it's a magic carpet ride for me.

Second Opinion

I try not to spend a hundred percent of my time thinking about the shambling chaos that gnaws at the periphery, but it's hard not to notice the symptoms.

Interior Decorating

Gabe has managed to spread this Battle Royale disease to Kara, and it infected all the people I used to play Destiny with. I've told him repeatedly: this is not the cool game to play. He doesn't have the receptors to collate this kind of data. So if I want to play a game with… anyone, I'm playing this.

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Transference

After we talked about Fortnite: Battle Royale last week, Greazy-E installed it on the PS4 here in our office and a stream of people from the building found themselves drawn inexorably toward it. Except Kiko. Kiko is staying out on principle.

Acquisitions Inc. Down Under!

I’m excited to finally announce that Acquisitions Incorporated is coming to PAX Australia this year! We’re switching things up for this adventure though and moving Ac Inc. to a "galaxy far far away". That’s right, Omin Dran has opened an AI franchise in the Outer Rim and we’ll be playing Fantasy Flight’s Edge of the Empire.

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Bifurcator

Gabe and Kara have a bunch of "discover packs" - the Dropmix equivalent of a booster pack - that I haven't heard yet, and the thought that they have a bunch of universally pluggable audio chunks just laying around their home gives me feelings.

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As Was Foretold

Kotaku is, like any other coherent entity, an ingot of unforgivable sin anodized with a millimeter of virtue. Look, I don't know what I tell you: I grew up in Church. I'm saying nothing about Kotaku that I wouldn't say about myself. I go to Kotaku like a hundred times a day. I've described on many occasions how their job is not actually possible and I have tremendous sympathy for what is required of them - to be both universal and incisive in their every word and deed - in an endless, recursive, public hellscape of Sisyphus two-point-oh.