When SiliconNooB claims illness so that he can embark on a cross-continent booze-up forbidden by Lusipurr, Imitanis steps into the breach, only to discover that fortune has already tailored the news for The Day Tonight’s Australian correspondant.
Lusipurr invents a death-free alternative to swatting, but Adeki prefers global thermonuclear war. Meanwhile, Imitanis lines up 360-no-scope-headshots on both of them before the arrival of the Worst of the Year awards prevents further staff deaths.
His name was not his biggest problem. He was terrible at everything he tried. One would be hard pressed to find a man so hopeless, but Lusipurr did. Unfortunately.
Chess was invented before the computer, but that has not stopped modern technology from embracing this ancient game, with many computer-powered incarnations, released on virtually every platform, over the years. We will explore a few today.
It is the new year in Australia when Lusipurr, SiliconNooB, Adeki, and Sebastian reflect upon the worst of 2016. Attempting to foster a sense of optimism for the year 2017, the panelists’ efforts begin well, but quickly go awry thanks to Nintendo.
Lusipurr and SiliconNooB rejoice in reaching podcast production parity: the culmination of years of RPGamer staff walkabouts, holidays, junkets, and sundry days-off on the occasion of births, deaths, weddings, funerals, feasts, fasting, and boredom.
Whilst Merlin and Arthur discuss justice on the battlements, Lusipurr and SiliconNooB discuss underboob in the basement. South Africa rebounds in the Cricket, anime Star Trains are compared, and Final Fantasy XV gains the mechanics of Animal Crossing.
England follow up retaining the Ashes by winning the Ashes, much to the delight of Lusipurr and the chagrin of SiliconNooB. However, sports rivalries are eventually set aside in favour of a discussion about intellectual pursuits and Hamburger Helper.
Lusipurr and Blitzmage team up with Imitanis in World of Warcraft, gaining twenty levels in the space of a few hours; SiliconNooB proposes moving the Lusipurr.com offices to a field in the English midlands; and Hilary Clinton is the new fat princess.
A rambling and often confusing ode to chess, Calvinball, and quite possibly a subliminal message regarding the high price of knowledge.