I have unleashed a terror on the internet… the terror’s name, “Darth-Paul Fartre.” What could be more frightening than a flatulent Darth? You can’t snicker when he lets one slip or you’ll wind up on the wrong side of a Force Choke with no Grand Moff Tarkin there to intercede. He is a a fearsome mix of modern philosophy and potty joke. …
Behold your future my childless nerds. It’s different, a happy different, but certainly different. The time I do get to game seems sweeter now, less frequent certainly, but sweeter. As to the comic, one of my favorite parts about collaborating with Jim are the background jokes and Easter Eggs he includes. Panel 4′s “Flying Brick” killed me… and apparently some helpless Nooblette. …
If I can ever get Jim on Facebook, we should bring some collective pressure to bear to see if we can get him to release the photos he had to take of himself for this piece. In gaming news, I’ve moved to the Dark Side for a time. Star Wars: The Old Republic has been filling the slivers and cracks …
