As he alluded to in an earlier comment, my son is working on a new game where you play a rapidly mutating, irradiated squirrel in a foot race. I understand that in order to properly playtest the thing, he needs to irradiate a few of the fuzzy rodents. Unfortunately, he’s still got that teenage impatience thing going. He “doesn’t have time” to wait for his turn on the cyclotron. So, instead, he calls down the Flames of Heaven while he stands outside with a basket of drugged squirrels, never thinking about how many other nuclear monsters he’ll unleash.
Kids. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t perform evil experiments on ’em (openly).
Sorry about the mess, people. Just make sure you have some good backups for your PC and lots of Godzilla Chow handy.
Duck and cover!
Did I ever tell ya how much I miss you guys? 🙂
E Gary Gygax, that’s funny stuff!
[snicker]