Abject Suffering

Prepare to beat up two nerd with conflicted opinions about marijuana culture. Also, prepare for a Crick-esque surprise.

An earnest discussion on ghosts, jerkin' it right, and the nature of belief.

The odds were stacked against us. However, a despicably racist and universally reviled game can still bring some delight. Bring it on, Bad Rats.

It's another movie pitch that's sure to make us millions: Dracula Force 5. It's a crisis on infinite Transylvanias as every representation of Dracula in media throughout history converges to fulfill some dark purpose. Alternate Title: Dracula vs. Dracula vs. Dracula vs. Dracula vs. Dracula.

We are on the verge of a dark future where the best of men know that their satisfaction can only be guaranteed if they take it into their own hands. But the powers that be are dead set on denying humanity their purpose. Across sweeping fields of sorghum, the grim world of Crick 2000 has become a reality. And we must escape.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new nadir. Though we often traffic in bizarre oddities and inscrutable ventures, The Crow: City of Angels is a failure on every level.

Cloudy with a chance of eye storms.

And lo, the Lord sayeth, render a game unto my people based upon Z-List Bible characters. And it was not good.

Countdown to when Iron Man bursts through my apartment wall to issue a cease and desist. Then the Goof Troop will haul me off to the big mouse.

On this occasion, Abject Suffering finally comes into its own, transforming into what we always knew it would be: The Egg Cast. Thank you for ushering in this apotheosis, Dizzy.

Discussion of Air Fortress, a serviceable yet boring shoot 'em up / jump 'em up, quickly turns to erotic fan fiction about the robot from Lost in Space, the curse of penis-shaped food, and powdered peanut butter.

It's time for a slightly more straight-laced Abject Suffering as we are joined by Bob Mackey (of the Retronauts) to discuss Spy vs. Spy, MAD Magazine, and the role of satire in society. Also: Fan Fiction Rap Battles. Special Guest: Bob Mackey.

In this week's edition of Oversharing, we dedicate a good half of a podcast to discussing the strangest meats we've ever eaten. Special Guest: Zack Johnson.

Where do mimes come from? How do you undertake to make fun of a clown so that he really stays made fun of? Jenni from Video Games Taco (@lycrashampoo) joins us to find out. Stalin vs. Martians was only available for purchase for a few months in 2009. It was released with all the fanfare inherent in its ridiculous premise, and then pulled from the market when its terrible strategy gameplay was ridiculed. What's left is a bizarre art project that's almost impossible to make fun of. But here we are. Special Guest: Jenni Polodna.

It was the year 2170 and Detective Jack Cyber looked out his window at the fossil fuel burning cars on the street below. Teeming throngs of citizens on roller blades frequented the payphones below. Jack's pager buzzed insistently on his desk, right as a beautiful dame walked through his office's door, past the pneumatic tube document carrier. "There's a techno dragon on the loose, Jack, and you'll never guess what it shoots from its tail." "I'm going to need at least 5 more megabytes of RAM to handle this, sweet cheeks." The femme fatale faxed the purchase order, reluctantly. Special Guest: Riff Conner.

You come crash into me, and I come into you in a dummy's dream. In a dummy's dream.

It's a Darkman's party, who could ask for more?

Kweh.

Robopond hungers. Robopond tires of the tubes making a mockery of his efforts. Robopond will make waves. Robopond will devour all. Robopond is hate.

There's only two ways this can go.