Gabe has managed to spread this Battle Royale disease to Kara, and it infected all the people I used to play Destiny with. I've told him repeatedly: this is not the cool game to play. He doesn't have the receptors to collate this kind of data. So if I want to play a game with… anyone, I'm playing this.

After we talked about Fortnite: Battle Royale last week, Greazy-E installed it on the PS4 here in our office and a stream of people from the building found themselves drawn inexorably toward it. Except Kiko. Kiko is staying out on principle.

We have a bunch of cool pins coming to Australia this year, including a Mickey Mouse pin! We're also bringing an incredible selection of Nintendo pins to the show as well as the brand new Master Sword pin. Just take a look at all this cool stuff!

I love playing PUBG with Kiko on Wednesdays. We even have an Emote dedicated to that stream - a chicken drummie with the no symbol around it - that designates us as Team NeverRoast, a fraternal order dedicated to failure in PlayerUnknown's BATTLEGROUNDS.

I’m excited to finally announce that Acquisitions Incorporated is coming to PAX Australia this year! We’re switching things up for this adventure though and moving Ac Inc. to a "galaxy far far away". That’s right, Omin Dran has opened an AI franchise in the Outer Rim and we’ll be playing Fantasy Flight’s Edge of the Empire.

We are currently doing an AMA over on R/Boardgames. Come ASK US ANYTHING!'

Gabe and Kara have a bunch of "discover packs" - the Dropmix equivalent of a booster pack - that I haven't heard yet, and the thought that they have a bunch of universally pluggable audio chunks just laying around their home gives me feelings.

The fuckin' Switch, man.

I am not a comics person.

Enforcers are the elemental law that makes PAX shows possible, and we're looking for more of them to help with our newest show PAX Unplugged - do you live in Philly, or near enough? Do you want to be a vital part of the PAX Continuum? Get hold of us here.

Kotaku is, like any other coherent entity, an ingot of unforgivable sin anodized with a millimeter of virtue. Look, I don't know what I tell you: I grew up in Church. I'm saying nothing about Kotaku that I wouldn't say about myself. I go to Kotaku like a hundred times a day. I've described on many occasions how their job is not actually possible and I have tremendous sympathy for what is required of them - to be both universal and incisive in their every word and deed - in an endless, recursive, public hellscape of Sisyphus two-point-oh.

We were still talking about Big Bang Theory after we wrote Friday's Strip, and how my mom likes it because "that's how I am," which is a comment that is abrasive to the surface of the brain.

This is just a conversation we had, but it could probably do with a bit of aftermarket modification.

It was "The Christmas In September" yesterday, and Grab was surprisingly reasonable. There was very little lording over which was a delicious change of pace. This moment of gentle reflection would not have been grist for a comic strip.

I tend to think of games in terms of lineage. It's a two tier system where the games themselves have something like progeny, but the designers also exist in a kind of parallel continuum. There's people where I'm simply going to buy any game they make, and there's franchises I'll endure no end of abuse from. So, let's take a look at where Dropmix exists.