Last week our resident novelty-guzzling elder god the Maw ate me, as Julian sorrowfully reported .
Well, I'm back in the waking world, and not as smelly as I could be, all things considered.
I've been eaten by the Maw a few times now, but this is the first time I've managed to escape via one of its mouths, rather than by way of… other orifices.
"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED," I bellow, straightening heroically with my shoulders braced against the cyclopean gums, as chunks of rancid Call Of Duty DLC sluice between my ankles.
"MY OTHER CAR'S A MOTHRA", I roar, as the other RPS staff hastily gather with a jump net.
"HERE ARE SOME NEW PC GAMES," I add, throwing myself into the waiting arms of my brethren.
Things afoot in the Treehouse this week: several of us are playing Crimson Desert , some of us are driving anime cars, a few of us are working on pieces about much older games.
There are also New Embargoed Things to see, interviews to solicit, and a lot of fried rice to consume, because I made too much this weekend.
How quickly does fried rice go off?
If I flush it down the lavatory, will anything bad happen?
What if I conceal it down my trousers and sneakily dispose of it while playing baseball, like in The Great Escape?
I'd have to find a local baseball team first.
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