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Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 4

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 4

Gels finally make an appearance, just in time to grease the wheels of idiocy.

Celebrating the Holidays

Celebrating the Holidays

We ring in the holiday season with some cheer or at least something similar enough that you might be fooled into thinking it’s cheer.

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 3

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 3

Puzzles: we solve them. Pits: we fall in them.

Reminder and notice! Our Saint’s Row: The Third Photoshop Contest

Reminder and notice! Our Saint’s Row: The Third Photoshop Contest

You can win a copy of Saint’s Row: The Third, all you have to do is bust out Photoshop, and make Sean look like an ass. So really, just bust out Photoshop.

Pid: Holy Charming Shit

Pid: Holy Charming Shit

The future of indie gaming looks bright, because with games like this, it’s making me want to have its babies.

Episode 27: The Contest Edition

Episode 27: The Contest Edition

This week, Asif and David discuss Saint’s Row: The Third, David talks about the “Paul Ruddathon” over the weekend, Sean gives us a S.P.A.Z. update, and we announce our Saint’s Row: The Third photoshop contest!

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 2

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 2

Nothing can stop the Puzzle-Solving Express, except puzzles, I guess.

Saint’s Row: The Third Co-op–Fun with Fighter Jets and Dildo Swords

This is obviously the straightest thing that two men can do with an evening.

What’s better than dong bats and shooting guns? Other than fighter jets and tanks, of course.

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One Last Missive

One Last Missive

A transmission for those who are lost.

Let's Play: Every Friday!

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 6

Portal 2: Peer Review – Part 6

Seriously, let's play Portal 2.

6. “Urine?”
Big surprise, we solved some puzzles. Bigger surprise? We didn’t spend a good fifteen minutes staring at the walls in hopes of figuring it out. Yup, we really had our genius hats on for this one, right up until our enlarged genius-brain filled heads couldn’t fit through the exit door. Then we took off our genius caps and promptly realized we were still morons.