2 fools rushing in.

Observing from the safety of the gift shoppe the party learns a bit. And takes some things.    Enjoy the madness.  

Tracer Bullet. Tracer Bullet. Tracer Bullet.   Enjoy. There are not actually tracer bullets. It makes sense if you listen sort of. 

A seeming simple job has turned into guerilla warfare apparently. To say things have gone off the rails implies that the train was ever on the tracks.    Enjoy the madness at Azmodendak's Halls of madness. Now available to rent for birthday parties. Or for your party of wily adventurers. Kids welcome, but they may not come home with all their fingers and toes.   

This is America. Plus a Con on the Cob recap that could not have been more focused. Trigger warning. The guys talk about and around some difficult subjects. It's some fairly dark humor, from some darkly humorous fools.   Enjoy.

Setting a trap and hoping for... something to happen as the party continues to surveil the village still trying to figure out exactly what is going on.    Enjoy the madness. 

Sorry for the lateness on this one. Con on the Cob was this week so there were delays.    Enjoy.

A simple job. Get in and get out. As clean as possible was the man's request.  What could possibly go wrong?   Enjoy the madness. 

Overpopulation. DARK humor. Generally upsetting jokes.  Some of the darkest funny the show has done in a long time. If you have something that triggers you for the love of all things don't tell us, we'll just build a show around that. Otherwise enjoy the foolishness. 

The in between bits after after floor 4 and before the party goes into their 5th floor which is actually the dungeons 17th floor on another job for Daryl (try not to think about that part).   Enjoy the madness. 

Righteous indignation fat man, with a smattering of connective tissue from here to infinity.    Enjoy the madness.