Along with the guilt of laziness, I've been bless with an abundance of inspiration in the form of eldritch games nearly unknown to the public. The best games always seem that way. I guess the masses enjoy cheap graphics and linear story to innovative game-play and when something truly original comes out, like the Void, it bounces off the average game player's thick exoskeleton of ignorance.
Not that I'm bitter.
I plan to drain the inspiration onto page, slashing at the surface with pens of steel in hopes of setting up something I can sell. Money is, after all, our greatest weakness, isn't it? However, I cannot rely on the lottery nor the kindness of strangers. Do I look like Blanche DuBois? The next project won't be free. Not really. I plan to get coin for it, unlike Natch.
Alright, I tire of this manifest synopsis. I'm going to punch cats and watch sailors barter. Until next time, Natchians, if that's your real name. See you next week.