Saturday, December 6, 2025

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #14 (Second Week of March 2018)

 

E!TACT! #14
Dark Knights Rising: The Wild Hunt #1, Deadman #4, Michael Cray #5, Suicide Squad #35, Detective Comics #974, Justice League of America #24, Sideways #1, Action Comics #997, Grunion Guy's Musical Corner of Music Reviews, and Zero Letters to Me!
By Grunion Guy



Thanks to my stupid quarter anniversary issue, I've fallen way behind on my comic book reading! I could probably blame other things like video games and my absent father but I don't want to sound like a whining loser. I want to sound tough and industrious! "I was too busy writing something else to write my opinions on the shittiest of pop culture's offerings!" That was a quote exemplifying the industrious part of the illusion. Here's the quote showing off the tough side: "Fuck everybody! I'll punch them square in their jaws!" Whoa! I wouldn't mess with me!

This would normally be the newsletter where I read eighteen comics in one sitting and offer up a dick joke or two for each book. But the top book on my list is Dark Knights Rising: The Wild Hunt. How the fuck am I not going to write an in-depth explication of a book co-authored by Scott Snyder and Grant Morrison?! Now the bulk of this newsletter will be taken up by this bullshit and I won't be any closer to shortening my stack of unread filth and disappointment! Fuck you, Grant Morrison! I'll punch you square in the jaw!


Dark Knights Rising: The Wild Hunt #1
By Snyder, Morrison, Tynion IV, Williamson, Porter, Jimenez, Mahnke, Mendoza, Hi-Fi, Sanchez, and Quintana

The story begins with Detective Chimp quoting Socrates: "The unexamined life is not worth living." I can see why some people would throw roses into this statement's face but I have a problem with it, in the context of when it was supposedly spoken. If the choice is exile or death, why can't I choose exile without looking like I sold out on all of my principles? Can't I still examine things in exile? Surely the boys I corrupted could check out books for me from the library and bring them to my cave where I spend fifteen hours a day masturbating. Even if they couldn't, isn't masturbating fifteen hours a day better than death? Don't answer that, you prudes! It totally is.

Of course, I'm ignoring the fact that Socrates believed in an afterlife. I suppose if I was positive there was another world after this one, I wouldn't have to wait to be sentenced to death for corrupting the Tumblr youth with my problematic and sexy ideas. These wrists would be gushing blood as I ran about the neighborhood telling the children, "Death is easy! Life is hard! And I'm pretty fucking lazy, so, you know." The afterlife couldn't be any worse than this farce of a capitalist democracy in which I indulge in every creature comfort but still drown in existential angst because I have to pay rent and cook my own meals, could it? Unless the afterlife is worse than a farce of a capitalist democracy and is a farce of a fascist military state! Oh man. Now I'm even more afraid to die than I was five minutes ago (where I was at my peak fear of death. In five minutes, it will probably be a new peak fear of death. That trend should continue right up until I think, "What is that nois....").

Back to Detective Chimp, I don't think Socrates was saying life wasn't worth living unless you were a detective examining crime scenes. I think Dr. Chimp is being a bit flippant about the quote. But then this is Snyder so the quote will probably prove to be important later which is why it had to be uttered now as a non sequitur. I mean, I guess it's not a non sequitur since it's simply the first thing the chimp utters. It's actually the beginning of the story because Detective Chimp is investigating who said the quote and why he can't remember who said it. If only he had access to Wikipedia, this comic book would be over! But chimps aren't allowed to use the computers in the library because they would spend fifteen hours a day masturbating there.

Detective Chimp remembers how he escaped from the circus only to team up with Rex the Wonder Dog. That means I need to reassess who the main writer on this book was. Must be Morrison! You know, because an old comic book character has now been resurrected. Also because I'm finding the story interesting and entertaining!

Rex leads Detective Chimp to the Fountain of Youth which also happens to be the Fountain of Smarts. As soon as Detective Chimp learns to think past the constant rage that makes him want to tear the faces off all the patronizing furless apes he's ever met, he discovers that all cruelty stems from a lack of imagination. I don't know. The Inquisition came up with some pretty imaginative ways to be cruel. He equates a lack of imagination with "anti-music!" That totally sounds like Morrison. I hope that doesn't mean that's the end of his section because then I'm left with reading shit by James Tynion IV and Joshua Williamson. I'm bored just imagining the anti-music those jerks came up with.

It's also possible Morrison got a co-writing credit simply because this story is using so much of his Multiversity shit. I don't know everything! More like I know everything minus X where X is a pretty low number. Unless not knowing things is what makes a person smart! No, no. That makes a person wise! So knowing things that I know I don't know makes me the wisest person of them all. Is that how that works? You know I'm wise because I pretend I'm not? Cause I totally am not wise. Way dumb, me! I mean, am I smart because I know stuff or wise because I don't know stuff? Can nobody ever actually have an 18 Intelligence and 18 Wisdom? Fucking Dungeons & Dragons. Lied to me yet again!


This would probably be the new blog header if I cared about updating the blog.

T.O. Morrow has determined that something cosmic is happening because the immutable laws of physics are changing. To demonstrate this, he uses the most immutable law of physics around: the boiling point of water!

Excuse me while I slam my face through my office window three or four times. Okay, actually just once. I need more windows in here.

Since none of my readers are conservatives, I don't need to explain why I just destroyed my beautiful face out of frustration. Let's just move on.

Detective Chimp has been trying to guide Flash, Raven, and Cyborg to the Hall of Heroes. The team travels in the Ultima Thule while being chased down by all of the Dark Knights. They call themselves The Wild Hunt now. Did they call themselves that prior to this issue? And did I just forget that Flash, Cyborg, and Raven wound up on the Ultima Thule? I guess I must have since this Metal shit has been going on for approximately eight years now.

The Wild Hunt's ship (The Carrier! Did I miss when they stole that from Stormwatch?) runs on a baby universe. Like Rick's ship! The Flash's plan is to free the baby universe which should stop The Carrier and also fix the multiverse with its positive baby universe energy. Also it will allow DC to make a completely new comic book line, hopefully designed by Grant Morrison.


This is why so many writers choose to have Flash fight other speedsters and/or time travelers. Because every conflict would end like this. The problem with writers using that solution is that these three panels are far more interesting and entertaining than a five issue story arc where The Flash can't beat somebody because they're faster than he is right up until the moment The Flash believes he can run faster and thus does and wins.

The only problem with The Flash doing the thing he thinks will save the day is that his doing that thing was part of the plan of the Bat-Joker. In other words, every single thing that has happened was part of a plan that would never actually work because the calculation contains about seventeen million variables. So, in traditional comic book fashion, it makes me happy one moment only to shit all over my happiness, lap up the shit and my happiness, digest it so that my happiness is now intrinsically part of its shit, and then shit it all over me once again.

Flash, Raven, and Cyborg winding up as a team and boarding the Ultima Thule and heading to the Hall of Heroes being directed by Detective Chimp and other super scientists while also being infected by Dark Baby Universe missiles (along with all the other things that had to happen along the way) was the main part of the plan to destroy the Multiverse. I guess I just have to stop thinking that superheroes are smart and just resign myself to the realization that they're all easily manipulated fools. Maybe it's more believable because the bad guys are twenty-eight Batmans.

The end of everything almost happens. But just almost because there is still one more issue of Metal to sell for loads of cash. Coming through to save the day are the super chimps from Earth-53. That's right! You read that correctly! A 53rd EARTH! What an incredible twist! Also that it's the Earth where everybody is a monkey. Also also, they're going to save the multiverse. Ha ha! How funny! A bunch of monkeys saving the day!

The Wild Hunt #1 Rating: It was pretty good! The best Metal book yet! Mostly because it was so closely tied to Multiversity and second mostly because it starred Detective Chimp.


Deadman #4
By Neal Adams

Deadman discovers that he was killed by the League of Assassins in retaliation for his parents killing a bunch of Yeti guarding Nanda Parbat. I think there's more to it than that, like how they were searching for their son Aaron who was given to the League as payment for healing Deadman's mother. Unless I got some of that wrong because my memory of comic books I hated isn't the best.

So is Deadman satisfied with his journey of self-discovery yet? Hopefully not because I still haven't found out why Commissioner Gordon was inspecting Japanese nuclear plants! I'm beginning to think that Neal Adams is just hoping that I'd forget about that part. But Neal Adams doesn't know how stubborn and bitter and hateful I can be.

Boston reveals to the Spectre that his father was lying. Well great! That really means two more issues of this shit! I actually had myself convinced that it was going to end early. What a sap!

Apparently Ra's wants Boston Brand back in Nanda Parbat for some important League of Assassins reasons. There's some other confusing stuff about Aaron Brand that I don't think matters but it probably will matter. Which is disappointing because it's terrible and confusing. I hate this book. Why do I now own four issues of it?

Deadman #4 Rating: Possibly the worst comic book I've ever read after Deadman #1 and Deadman #2. I think Deadman #3 wasn't quite as bad as the others.


Michael Cray #5
By Hill, Ellis, Harris, Vines, Owens, and Kelly

This issue begins with a bunch of New Zealanders sacrificing a woman to Aquaman. She's probably a virgin because that's always the scam. You get a bunch of zealots to proclaim that their god will only be satisfied by a virgin sacrifice so that all the women of the village suddenly loosen their pants-strings.

Male Elder (with throbbing boner) speaking to throng: "Looks like we're going to have a poor harvest, wouldn't you agree, Bob?"
Male Elder named Bob (also with throbbing boner): "Yep. I think we might need to sacrifice five or six virgins this year."
Male Elder gazing at lush farm fields (with boner, of course): "Well, we might do get by with only one if we're lucky, right?"
All the women: "Oh, um, we totally fucked already. Maybe we can just try our luck with hard work and scientific advancements in the agricultural sciences?"
Male Elder standing with hands on his hips and thrusting his pants-tented boner toward the crowd: "Seems awful risky. Nope, I think we need some virgins. And y'all keep saying you've fucked but there's only one way to know for sure."
All the women: *collective sigh*
Male Elder named Bob: "Now who wants to get their name crossed off the list first? Remember, anal counts as doubly devirginizing!"
All the male virgins planning their next Dungeons & Dragons campaigns: "Fucking sluts! Why don't they ever fuck us?! We can't wait to become powerful village politicians running on conservative and traditional values so that our community never evolves and grows and we get our turn to get laid thanks to terrible historical power dynamics!"
The non-virgin male: "Or maybe you could, I don't know, treat the women like actual people?"
All the male virgins: "And risk them getting their hands on the reigns of power? What if they decide 'virgin' can also mean male?! They'll do it, you know! They won't make things better! They'll just make things as bad as we've made things but for us! Don't trust them!"
Non-virgin male eating pussy: "Garble blargle...oh, um, excuse me. Did you say something?"


"'Why her?' She knew this dick wasn't going to suck itself."

I wrote my vignette using the "elder" characters before I got to the part with that elder character because I'm a Grandmaster Comic Book Reader. Although if I were really serious about being a Grandmaster Comic Book Reader, I should probably better remember the comic books I've read. Although it's not like I claim to be a Grandmaster Comic Book Historian! I'm just good at reading them and guessing where they're headed and pulling out my dick and pissing all over them.

And don't think you can picture my dick in your imagination just because I mentioned it, you pervert! That was just a metaphorical dick standing in for the abuse I heap upon the comic books I waste my money on!

Aquaman doesn't die yet. We'll get to that next issue. And believe me, I'll be buying five copies of it! No wait. Just four. Oh shit. This book is $3.99? Maybe I'll just read it off the rack.

Michael Cray #5 Rating: This book felt like it was going downhill for a few issues (which means most of the issues after I lost my "Green Arrow is going to die!" boner). But I really liked this issue for some reason! "Some reason" is the best you'll get out of me. Other comic book reviewers would be all, "The art was particularly tasty in the way it showed the emotion inherent in the words that were written so well. Plus the letterer did his job so I was able to read it." Then they throw a bunch of dick sucking superlatives across a few closing sentences and rate the thing 9.8 out of 10. But not me! I don't know why I like or dislike things! So I don't bother trying to come up with reasons. I just read the book and then glance at my crotch to see if I liked it or not.


Suicide Squad #35
By Williams, Pansica, Ferreira, and Lucas

Ugh. Williams is back? Not that what's-his-name from the last couple of issues was any better. I wonder how many unread issues of this comic book are being purchased by Harley Quinn fans to prop up the illusion that it's a successful book?

The cover of this issue says, "And their dead shall come for them!" So that means, um, Hack will be back? She's the only member who has died. I don't even consider her an actual member. She wasn't a prisoner. She was just kidnapped from another country's prison and forced to work on the team because Amanda Waller gets to write reality. But Hack put up with it because she wanted to fuck Harley Quinn.

By the way! (Is that a complete sentence? Does this parenthetical reference work? What are grammar?) Is that how reality works? If somebody is in prison in one country and they somehow find themselves in another country through a ridiculous plot device, do they have to be placed in prison in the new country? My guess is that it doesn't work that way because it doesn't even work when somebody is a child rapist in America and they move to France to suddenly not be a child rapist. Or if somebody is a rapist in Sweden, they can move to a broom closet in the basement of an Ecuadorian embassy in London to remain "free."

Anyway, Hack has come back because — as I've noted before — nobody actually dies in the Suicide Squad. Everybody gets to come back. Except Light. Or was it Lime? Who can tell?

Suicide Squad #35 Rating: This book is terrible. I hated myself for buying it. Then I hated myself more for reading it. Then I realized I can't actually hate myself any more than I do when I'm not reading it. So why not keep reading it? Now I hate myself for coming to that conclusion. Why doesn't my mother love me?!


Detective Comics #974
By Tynion IV, Briones, and Passalaqua

This issue is called Knights Fall because Batman fans can't get away from witty writers who won't stop referencing past story arcs to score easy fan points while also showcasing how "night" and "knight" are homonyms that can be cleverly manipulated in the Batman franchise. So immediately after reading the title "Knights Fall," I found myself foaming at the mouth and orgasming involuntarily. If I hadn't already had loads and loads of sex with women that would probably mean I'm not a virgin anymore, right? Although, just to clarify for hypothetical reasons, would I say my first time was with James Tynion IV or Detective Comics?

Batwoman has killed Clayface and now all the Bat-people are angry at her. Batman is all, "You killed a person that was going to kill hundreds of people! How could you?! Now you have a death on your hands when technically, if you hadn't killed him, you wouldn't have hundreds of deaths on your hands! Haven't you read my book, Five Million Excuses For Why Somebody's Death Wasn't Technically My Fault?!" Then Batwoman is all, "I did what any soldier or cop would have been lauded for doing!" And Tim is all, "Fuck soldiers and cops! We're better than soldiers and cops! They're scared sheep who think violence is always the answer!" Batman sort of coughs and adjusts his tie and looks askance at that. Then Cass is all, "Look at me crying, readers! Doesn't your heart just break for me! Boo hoo!"

It's really all quite dramatic! I'm quivering with whatever emotion it is that other people can feel that makes them quiver!

Azrael and Batwing decide to tell Batman sometimes killing works so they get put on leave alongside Batwoman. As if Batman has the power to stop a vigilante from vigilanting. Who died and made him king of Gotham? Oh, that's right! Thomas and Martha!

Thankfully, Tim Drake was visited by a morally corrupt version of himself from the future which enables him to struggle with the actions he wants to take. If he didn't already know he's heading down a dark path, where would the immediate conflict come from?! Boy how I love time travel and alternate timeline story arcs! They make it so much easier to write dramatic character moments! I might miss the subtleties of seeing Tim Drake veer down a darker path due to his present experiences if I hadn't already been told about the dark path! Thanks for telling me how I should feel about each character and their decisions, James! I hate the feeling of ambiguity I'm left with after reading works by great writers.

Meanwhile, Ulysses is working with Brother Eye to bring about the worst DC future possible. I mean, it's not actually worse than the canonical version of DC's future. But I guess it's bad because Tim Drake becomes a menace and a killer? We already knew he would become Harvest anyway so how is this any different?!

Detective Comics #974 Rating: Should comic books only be reviewed by people who enjoy that particular comic book? Does it really mean anything if I say I hate Detective Comics written by James Tynion IV? That's what everybody expects! I suppose it only means something if I say I like it and somebody who loves the series says they hated it. I don't mean the same issue! I just mean...oh, forget it! You probably know what I mean. And if you don't, I can't blame myself for your lack of comprehension. Especially if you've made it this far into the newsletter. You know my writing has no clarity!


Justice League of America #24
By Orlando, Edwards, Henriques, Hi-fi

The Justice League of America saves some day from something terrible happening. Promethea makes an appearance to remind me that I still need to read that series. And then after everything is settled and peace has been made and there's nothing left for anybody to do, Batman shows up to be the leader again. Christ. He's like that one member of the installation crew who only shows up after the truck has been unloaded and then disappears once again when you turn your back, leaving only a whiff of meth smoke in his wake.

Justice League of America #24 Rating: Well, it had Lobo in it. So it was the best comic book I've read this week!


Sideways #1
By Rocafort, DiDio, Jordan, and Brown

You can tell these new Metal-inspired books are crap because they give the artists top billing. I'd say it's an insult to the readership as well, assuming that they believe art tops writing but as we all know, that's mostly true. It must be or else we'd all have our dicks stuck balls deep into The Familiar Part May 5th by the guy who wrote the book about a house. And I meant our metaphorical dicks and our metaphorical balls. Later, I'll say something about our metaphorical vaginas so that nobody feels left out and so that hermaphrodites feel doubly left in.

My Four Hermaphroditic Readers: "I really identified with both of those metaphors while ruining my underpants in two ways!"
Me: "I really don't know anything about hermaphrodites!"
My Tumblr Readers, scrutinizing every word carefully: "They haven't made any semantic mistakes that we can call them out on but my gut tells me they're erasing the transgender community!"

I should be happy that they put Kenneth Rocafort's name first. It saves me time realizing that I'm not interested in this comic book. Yes, I purchased it. But I only did that because I only had about four comics in my pull box that week. So my adult reasoning went something like this: "I'm an idiot with three extra dollars in my stupid pocket! Let me ruin future me's day when he realizes past me (currently present me!) purchased this awful book for him to read! Ha ha! In your face, fatty!"


"Don't worry. My father is used to hearing me scream at myself constantly."

Sideways is a young person in young school who has young friends with young attitudes so that should get the young people reading this young comic written by a sixty year old man.

Sideways' best friend is Ernestine. She's the exact character an old person would come up with after doing a bunch of research on Tumblr if that old person were making a character to connect with the kids. She's got her own unique style that's actually just pop culture camouflage hiding whatever her true personality is. I suppose the true personality is that she loves things so much that she squeeeees. She's the person who feels they have to be the biggest fan of everything to show how perky and different they are. She also wears a tiger skin onesie to school. And just to make sure that the readers understand just how outside of "normal" societal standards she is, she has a twin sister who totally dresses like mainstream America expects teenage girls to dress! She's got the regular pants and the regular shirt and the regular half-jacket and the regular shades on her regular blonde head. She also makes sure to point out that Ernestine's outfit isn't appropriate for school. In other words, she's a Popular. And us comic book reading nerds understand that they're the bad guys!

Sideways, like The Flash, is always late. That's a hilarious character defect for somebody who can be anywhere instantaneously! I bet Dan DiDio chuckled for five minutes thinking up that character trait.

Sideways is a brown boy named Derek who was adopted by an upper middle class white couple. Didn't society agree three decades ago that this was a racist trope? Weren't white people's lust for rescuing the non-whites satiated by Diff'rent Strokes and Webster? I suppose if I wanted to be upbeat with my hot takes on old television shows, I could set forth the theory that the vivacious and culturally eccentric personalities of the young minorities helped save the white people from living boring and mediocre lives in a loveless vacuum! That was the premise of Punky Brewster and that was practically the same show minus the eternally childlike black children from the other shows.

Speaking of terrible comic book tropes that never die (which is what makes them tropes! Geez! Get a dictionary, fatty! (HEY!)), Derek seems to be a boy genius who was about to get an internship with some science firm that had the kind of name that screams "Subsidiary of LexCorp!" His boss was going to be Ms. Dominus so she was probably mutated in the events of Metal as well and will become his nemesis. I probably won't ever know if I was right about this guess because I will not be buying Issue #2. I made that promise to myself when I bought this issue. I was all, "Hey, fatty. You're only getting this one for the schadenfreude. Don't even think about buying a second issue of this crap." I agreed with myself and wiped the tears from my eyes before buying the book. Why was I always so mean to myself?

The issue ends with Sideways announcing himself to the world via YouTube. But as he's doing it, some cosmic entity appears and tells him to stop because he's endangering all time and space. But Sideways is a teenager so he's all, "Who the fuck are you? YOU AREN'T MY FATHER! I mean, I don't think you are. Are you?!"

Sideways #1 Rating: This comic book might fool some people into thinking it's interesting and cool. But actually it's just another book about a teenaged superhero who wants to do whatever the fuck they please. Ostensibly, they usually want to help society. Invariably, they wind up just fighting people who come out of the woodwork to fight them specifically. And this comic book doesn't disappoint in Sideways' first encounter! I won't be getting issue #2 but I hope the person encountering Sideways is all, "Dude. We've seen this before an almost infinite amount of times. The thing you're doing? It breaks universes. You have to stop." And then Sideways will be all, "Stop?! No way! I'm the perky young upstart rebelling against anybody telling me that their are limits to the things I want to do! Fuck you!" Then the alien guy will be all, "I tried to warn you!" And then Sideways will be all "RIFT RIFT RIFT RIFT RIFT RIFT DESTROY THE UNIVERSE!" and the series will end.


Action Comics #997
By Jurgens, Booth, Rapmund, and Dalhouse


Superman with the rare male Boob/Butt Showcase.

I won't burden anybody who isn't reading this with any more of Brett Booth's terrible art or much of Dan Jurgens' terrible writing. Most of this is based on the premise that General Zod didn't get to raise his son because Zod's son was kept in the Phantom Zone. But since time doesn't pass in the Phantom Zone, how could that be? How did Zod's son grow up in the Phantom Zone? Have I been misunderstanding how the Phantom Zone works all this time or does Jurgens just think all comic book readers are morons? Sure, I think that as well! But I also know that they're full of the most useless facts, just ready to ambush Populars with a well-timed "Actually!"

Action Comics #997 Rating: This continues to be a terrible time travel story written by a writer who hasn't had a good idea since 1986 and drawn by an artist who thinks thighs should be, proportionally, thirty times bigger than every other body part. When DC Comics looks back at their history in the far future (and probably the really near future as well), they'll wonder why they chose such a terrible lead-in to their historic Issue #1000. Maybe they realized they already fucked it all up by renumbering Action Comics for The New 52 and just stopped caring.

DC Comics: "Technically this isn't really Issue #1000. Because of The New 52, Savage Dragon has more numerical continuity than all the DC books combined. We fucking suck."
DC Comics Fans: "More Harley Quinn please!"


Grunion Guy's Musical Corner of Music Reviews!
I still have a lot of comic books I want to write about but I'm approaching 5000 words and that's probably 4500 more than most of you are willing to read each week. Which means you aren't reading these words so why am I writing them? Unless you skipped all the comic book crap because you couldn't wait to hear my expert thoughts on songs that randomly came up on my iTunes.

Public Enemy Service Announcement #2 by Public Enemy
You're probably thinking, "Didn't you already review this in the last E!TACT newsletter?" Unless you weren't thinking that and you're now thinking, "Was that in the last newsletter? I didn't make it past the first five hundred words." Some of you who aren't reading this are probably not thinking but should be thinking, "I should check my spam folder for the last fourteen issues of E!TACT!"

To answer the first imaginary person's question, this is a different Public Enemy service announcement. Based on both of them coming up in two subsequent Grunion Guy's Musical Corners, you might conclude that I only have four albums on my iTunes. Well, I don't! I'm sure I have at least seven.

This announcement starts off boring with Chuck D not letting Flava Flav get a "BOOOOIIIIEEEEE!" in edgewise. But as soon as Chuck D shuts his yap about Black history being something we should celebrate daily, Flava Flav swoops in to rescue the announcement by saying, "Don't be a vulture! Learn your culture!"

Grade: B+


Angel with the Scabbed Wings by Marilyn Manson
This song is off Antichrist Superstar which is an album name that virtually ensured that I would purchase it, even if I hadn't already been told by Howard Stern that I had to like it. The entire album sounds like if a belt sander learned to play guitar while your menopausal aunt screeches about how her husband ruined her life by being a slovenly bore. Luckily, I like the way those things sound together.

This particular song seems to be about an angel with a nasty STD fucking the childbirth potential out of a bunch of virgins. I guess it's one of Manson's autobiographical songs?

iTunes categorizes this song as "alternative" because it doesn't have an "angry at the entire stupid world" genre.

Grade: B


Boy Scoutz in the Hood (Medley) by The Simpsons
The Simpsons aren't really a band which is fine because this isn't really a song. It's mainly a long clip from an episode of the cartoon. There is a bit of a "New York, New York" parody in the middle of the clip but it's not enough to keep from skipping this when it shuffles to the top. I think it made it onto the Songs in the Key of Springfield album because whoever came up Homer's line about weaselling out of things being the thing that separates humans from animals (except the weasel) produced the album. It's not as bad as the clip where Homer reads the ingredients in a jar of peanuts but it's pretty close.

Grade: D+


TV Sucks ("A Fish Called Selma" episode) by The Simpsons
Jesus Christ, iTunes. Every time I do one of these Music Corners, you're going to force me to spend one entire review bitching about your terrible random number generator, aren't you? I get that there is no perfect system for generating random numbers via computer programming. But you could at least spend a little money on product development so that it doesn't pull this shit! Especially since now I have to remember that there is a whole other "song" on this dumb album that's as bad as Homer reading peanut ingredients! At least the Boy Scoutz medley had a little music in it!

Grade: F


The Anarchist by Rush
Hmm. How am I supposed to grade a song that I've never listened to the entire way through? Am I going to have to do that now? I suppose I knew I would give Clockwork Angels an undeserved chance at some point. The main reason I own this album was that Rush put the digital version on sale for ninety-nine cents. I thought, "Well, how can you go wrong at that price?!"

What I learned immediately after was that maybe I should stop asking rhetorical questions that quickly have a long list of answers. The long list of answers for the question "How can you go wrong at that price?" is just a listing of the songs on this album.

The song is seven minutes of prog rock prog rockiness. It has a bunch of changes that actual music reviewers would probably understand and possibly praise. But I just listened to the song and thought five times, "Oh, is this a new song? Oh wait. No. Still The Anarchist."

The album comes with a booklet that apparently adds a short story element to the album. Maybe the reason I've never given this album a chance is that I've never read the story excerpts or listened to the album in the correct order (or at all).

I think maybe this album was just meant for die-hard Rush fans.

Grade: C-


I don't have any space for letters this month! I mean, I do since this is just a virtual newsletter. But I already went way too long and now my record word count of nearly six thousand words is going to set a new bar for my inability to not shut up.

Grunion Guy logging off! Is that a good sign off? What about "Goodbye, jerkos!"? Ooh! I like that better.

Goodbye, jerkos!

Sunday, November 30, 2025

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #13 (First Week of March 2018)

 

E!TACT! #13
 Special Anniversary Issue!
By Grunion Guy



Special Anniversary Issue!
This is my 13th newsletter! That's the quarter year anniversary! To celebrate this amazing achievement, this issue will be chock-full of hilarious Internet lists (minus the advertisements between each entry in the list! Lucky you!). Lists can be controversial so I apologize in advance if some of my opinions make you angry. You can always send me a letter calling me a cunt! I love hearing from you!


Top 10 Issues of Dragon Magazine!
10. #165. Notable highlights: Undersea Priests: Can a merman cleric cast a flame strike? No — but he can do better; Square Pegs in Round Holes: An SF Module for a fantasy campaign using Wild West characters?; and The Role of Computers: Why your PC/MS-DOS game crashes, and how to run a railroad and not go broke.

9: #83. Notable highlights: The Dancing Hut: A no-holds-barred challenge for high-level AD&D characters; The Ecology of the Stirge: It's a bird . . . it's a bug . . . ; and The Many Facets of Gems: Fact and folklore about snazzy stones.

8: #249. Notable highlights: Below the Tomb of Horrors: New terrors to add to the classic AD&D module or any cryptic dungeon in your campaign; Dungeon Mastery: Learn the vocabulary of the Underdark in "Deep Meanings"; and Sixguns and Sesheyans: Back to the future with Alternity game rules for Old West firearms, plus guidelines for creating your own Weird West campaign.

7: #145. Notable highlights: Bazaar of the Bizarre: Call on a deva or 200 berserk quaggoths — all in the defense of your home; Strongholds Three: Why elven castles look like hills, and other details on fantasy forts; and Your Home is Your Castle: Castles are hard enough to attack, but have you ever tried living in one?

6: #282. Notable highlights: The Outgoing Goblin's Guide to Gaming Etiquette; D&D Personal Ads; and Meanwhile, Back in the Slime-pits of Karvan: Making Cutaway GMing Cut Your Way.

5: #375. Notable highlights: Demonomicon of Iggwilv: Demogorgon: The Prince of Demons: Double your terror, double your fun; Defiled Monsters: Nature takes revenge against the crimes of civilization; and Volo's Guide: Ashemmi and Sememmon: the Zhentarim's star-crossed lovers.

4: #78. Notable highlights: Citadel by the Sea: Contest-winning AD&D module; Be Thy Die Ill-wrought: How to tell if it's really random; and The Ecology of the Mind Flayer: An illithid does no one any good.

3: #285. Notable highlights: How to Fight Pixies Without Getting Pantsed; Mighty Halfling Wizards . . . Seriously!; and a free poster map of the Town of Hommlet!

2: #179. Notable highlights: Magic by Candlelight: After you light one of these magical candles, be sure you stand way back; Seven Enlightening Lanterns: If you explore the dungeons of the Forgotten Realms, be sure to have one of these devices in hand; and Moonlight: Pure, distilled moonlight, silvery and bright — just the target for two smart thieves.

1: #129. Notable highlights: Demi-humans: Pointed ears aren't the only things that make them different; Give Demi-humans an Even Break!: If elves are so smart, why can't they roll more dice for intelligence?; and The Role of Books: Would you let a wargamer be your lawyer?

I'm sure some of you have already punched a hole in your wall enraged that I only gave Issue #285 the third spot. I agree that the poster of Hommlet was pretty fantastic but the rest of the issue was a bit too halfling heavy to be useful to real gamers. Who rolls up a halfling character unless you and your friends are planning a joke campaign?

Oh, also? I lied about the advertisements! Here's the first one:


The men of this particular city wear skirts.

I wish I'd sent away for that brochure. Although if they only currently have nine of the molds, why are "Men of the City" tri-cavity mold #652? This advert seems suspicious. I wonder how much money The Dunken Company made on not sending out brochures after receiving the dollar.

Oh. My mistake! They're still a thriving business for the miniature creating enthusiast! They still have the Men of the City mold although it looks like they dropped the archer. I bet too many people complained about his bow breaking. Or maybe the spearman killed him after the officer ordered him to.


Top Five Times I Was Told About a Computer Game!
5: Daniel P. tells me about Colossal Cave Adventure. This would have probably been in 5th grade in 1981 since I was recently enamored with Dungeons & Dragons. He told me about a game he'd played on his dad's computer at work in which he explored an underground cavern where he'd captured a bird that was afraid of a black rod he'd found and was eventually blocked from further progress by a serpent. I had no idea what a text adventure was at the time so my imagination turned it into the perfect computer adaptation of Dungeons & Dragons. I imagined it was leaps and bounds more exciting than the LCD Dungeons and Dragons game or the Dungeons and Dragons Computer Labyrinth Game. Technically, it absolutely was. But not in any way that I'd imagined it would be.

4: My cousin tells me about the Dungeons & Dragons game for Intellivision. Once again, my imagination convinced me I was missing out on the greatest home video game system ever created since they had apparently perfectly replicated the tabletop roleplaying game. It cast such a spell on me that in my thirties, I purchased an Intellivision and the game just to finally see what I was missing. Now I miss the eighty dollars I spent on the used system.

3: Danny F. tells me about Zork. This was in 8th grade computer class and launched my love of Interactive Fiction. He would tell me about problems he was having in the game and I'd brainstorm solutions with him having no real grasp of the parser and how the game worked. This was the class in which I completely plagiarized Danny's project and nobody ever called me on it. He'd left his program on a machine I began using and I saved it to my disk. It was a trivia program so I just changed the questions and a few other mechanics. But it's not like I was savvy enough at the time to think about the many programming signatures of Danny's code that would remain. I didn't steal his work because I was too lazy to write my own program. I was bitter because my project was fucked. Halfway through the year, the school switched from the TRS-80 to the Apple IIe. My program was an animation using the TRS-80's internal "emojis" which you could access with POKE commands. I'm still angry about this.

2: Davide B. tells me about Wizardry. I can still recall where I was standing in the Satanic Haman Elementary school playground (just on the edge of the asphalt near the sacrificial altar) when Davide began describing the new computer game he had just purchased. He described creating a party of six characters and how you explored a three dimensional dungeon. He mentioned how he had found a sign that said the corridor was off limits and there was only darkness beyond. He mentioned battling monsters and finding various treasures to better equip his characters. For once, my imagination didn't need to make the game any better. It even sounded too good to be true.

Of course it wasn't. When I finally finagled an invite to his house to play, I fell in love. Wizardry was nearly perfect. To this day, I have a difficult time coming up with a better computer roleplaying game. You could play it safe and simply kill kobolds and bubbly slimes on the first level. Or you could, rather quickly, find ways deeper into the dungeon in attempts to find, at much greater risk, better equipment and strange items. Some people probably need more of a story or more reasons to risk their fictional characters' lives. All I needed was the lure of that next chest which might reveal yet another magic item that I'd never before found. Leveling up and searching for treasure were the only excuses I needed to make one more trip to level eight in search of earth giants or will 'o wisps.

Eventually, my Aunt and Uncle purchased an Apple IIe so I could stop inviting myself over to Davide's on a constant basis. Although I could probably, once again, invite myself over because my mother has recently become friends with Davide's mother. Now every time I speak with my mother on the phone, I expect her to interrogate me about that time I fucked Davide over by scrambling some of his Apple IIe disks with a magnet because he accused me of stealing his Sword of Shannarra book (which I had hid to make it look like my new copy was his. I know. I KNOW! I was like twelve or something, okay?! If you can't use youth as an excuse for being a dick, what good is youth?!). Anyway, I've told that story in my blog before. I don't need to apologize for it again. Do I?!

And then eventually eventually, my mother got me an Apple IIe and my life really began!

1: Sen tells me about Ultima Online while on the MUSH TinyTim. Ultima was one of the series I grew up playing. Ultima IV was such a revelation of what computer RPGs could be. A game where there was no boss to battle at the end? A game where you simply tried to become a better person as an exemplar to the world? It was fucking crazy. So when I saw Sen and Logan5 discussing a game on TIM and dropping phrases like Vas Mani and Corp Por, I had to ask, "What Ultima are you discussing?" It was my first time hearing about massively multiplayer online roleplaying games. Her descriptions of the road between Britain and Trinsic being littered with corpses told me I had to buy this game. And it didn't disappoint. At least not until the developers split the world into two halves, one where people could player kill and one pansy-ass pacifist world of spineless cowards.

Before the game was ruined by the split, Sen and I had plans to become vigilantes. We were going to hunt down murderers and make a living from the rewards. This was a bit hard to implement because you had to find the murderers first. We knew where one had a house (since it was between our house and Minoc) and so we set about laying our trap. She was grandmaster in stealth and sneaking while I was a grandmaster in lock picks, disarm traps, and detect hidden. She was a grandmaster with a crossbow and I was a grandmaster with a quarterstaff. We remained hidden outside of his house waiting to ambush him. It would be tough because all murderers had the same boring modus operandi: ride a horse so you were hard to catch and cast Corp Por until the person you were riding circles around died. I was hidden between a copse of trees and a nearby house and Sen waited north of me, hidden with her crossbow ready. When he emerged from his house, she began shooting him and advancing on him. He backed right into me and I began whacking him with my quarterstaff. The advantage to using the quarterstaff was that it not only depleted hit points from the target but mana points as well. In just a few seconds, his offensive capabilities were sapped. You could see his avatar flailing around trying to get away, trapped between me, the houses, the copse of trees, and Sen. He was one or two more hits away from death when he somehow scooted past us and fled. We had failed. But on the plus side, I'd never seen one of those asshole murderers panic like that.

After that, Sen and I came up with a new plan: we'd become burglars! You couldn't pick the lock of somebody's house to get inside but there was an easy way around this. Whenever people left their houses, they rarely shut the door behind them. It would auto-shut after a second or two, so nobody bothered. But Sen could hide just outside the door and then sneak in (while still invisible thanks to being a grandmaster) before it shut. I believe I was the only person in the entire game who had a grandmaster level of detect hidden so Sen wasn't in any danger of being spotted. [In a related note, whenever anybody was hanging out in town messing with inventory, they would use their hide skill to turn invisible. As a grandmaster at detect hidden, I would stroll through the marketplace revealing everybody, even grandmaster hiders, leaving behind a cloud of "What the fuck?"s.] Once she was in, she'd be able to let me in and I would pick the locks of their chests and rob them blind. Our first target was the house of the murderer we'd almost killed. And it worked like a charm!

I mean, it almost did. Sen did get inside. But there was another player in the house, just going about their business. Ultima Online had a command which would allow a person who had a deed to the house reveal any hidden players within their house. As Sen sneaked about the place, this other character, seemingly arbitrarily, uttered the command and revealed Sen. She said he started running about like crazy looking to get her out. He was probably trying to remember the command that could evict players. But before he remembered it, Sen casually pulled a portrait off of their wall and pocketed it. That portrait hung proudly over the mantle in our house for years.

Not long after our first attempt at burglary, Ultima Online made it so players could lock down their valuables inside chests inside their own homes. So they fucked us on being burglars as well. Before they decided it shouldn't be the Old West anymore, Ultima Online was some of the most fun I've ever had online.


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Instead of Magistrates and Witches, shouldn't the two sides be Magistrates and the young women they were fucking who were threatening to expose their hypocrisy?

Top Five Quiet Riot Albums!
5: QR (also known as QR IV). I remembered really liking this album but I discovered recently that it is terrible and my younger self was a douche. Recently I gave it another go after digging out my old tape cassettes to play in my work van. I tried to listen to this but it was bad. Maybe because it was missing Kevin DuBrow on vocals and songwriting. Or maybe I didn't give it a real chance. I also listened to Whitesnake's second album and I couldn't remember any of the songs on that album. I probably only listened to it once thirty years ago. Why did I even own it?! It's practically blues rock. Gross!

4: Probably every album after QR. I haven't heard any of Quiet Riot's albums released after QR but I can't imagine they're worse than that piece of garbage. Although maybe I should give QR another chance? I would if I hadn't angrily snapped the cassette in half and threw it out the window going down I-5 after which I got off at the next exit so I could come back around and run it over.

3: Metal Health. This is probably the biggest controversial list placement of all lists in history but I'm not doing it just to shock my readers! Well, maybe a little bit. I mean, it's got Bang Your Head on it and who doesn't know Bang Your Head since it was made famous by Weird Al in one of his polkas? Also it was just pretty popular on its own (which is why it probably made the polka, now that I've reasoned it all out). If this list considered the videos, I'd probably move this up a notch or two. How iconic is the Metal Health video where Kevin DuBrow points at his ass when he sings, "Feel the crack"? I also appreciated how the video for Cum on Feel the Noize was a direct sequel to Metal Health. But since it was a Slade cover, I have to deduct points.

2: Condition Critical. The hit single on this album was Mama Weer All Crazee Now which only proved that Kevin DuBrow had issues with spelling. It makes me think it's possible he thought the previous album was meant to be called Mental Health and accidentally made it cooler by misspelling it. I believe it's this album that sets the stage for what makes the top album for me. Winners Take All was probably thought of as a ballad but its actually an anthem for the youth. It's inspiring and shows that the band was less about trying to appeal to youth angst and rebellion and more about proclaiming the strength and hopefulness in the young. Maybe that's why this album wasn't very popular. All the youths were all, "No, Kevin. You're wrong about us. We are actually lazy and uneducated and apathetic."

1: QR III. This album may not have been as popular or as profitable as Quiet Riot's previous two albums but I find it the only one I can listen to all the way through without my finger twitching to hit the fast forward button. The Wild and the Young was the first single from this album. You might remember the video of a dystopian future where Wink Martindale declared there would be no more rock and roll and Chuck Woolery wound up being a conservative shitheel. Anyway, I loved this song when I was younger but never realized just how uplifting it is until many years later. I could quote practically the whole song as examples of how this song didn't just raise a middle finger to older generations but fully embraced the youth and their choices. "Burning passion with no guilt or shame. It's accepted education. Misbehaving, no regrets, no blame. With a bold kind of sophistication." They're not singing about rebellion from the status quo. It's a simple acceptance (and even admiration) of youth culture: "Into fashion, their [they're? I don't think it matters.] computer games. Modern day communication." And the pre-choruses can make me tear up just thinking about them (after which the younger version of me would totally call me gay): "They are the strong. They'll survive" and "They are not wrong. They're alive." It's an odd rock song that doesn't think of itself as helping lead the youth rebellion but simply offers a thumbs up and a bit too sexual pat on the ass to the kids. And it's not the only one on the album. Half the album is like an inspirational quote a day calendar for the youth. The other half is about fucking. It's the fucking half that puts this at the number one spot.


Top 10 Songs That Randomly Came Up On My Shuffle After Playing 10 Songs (in the order they came up)!
10: All is Full of Love (Plaid Mix) by Björk. I can't quite remember what the other mix on this song's single is but I think the Plaid Mix is my favorite.

9: Anthem by Rush. You might think, after seeing these two songs, that I forgot to hit shuffle and that I'm playing my limited library straight through. But you'd be wrong because remember how I said there were other versions of All is Full of Love? Those would be nine and eight if that were true, smarty pants!

You have to appreciate the balls on Rush to write an anthem and just call it Anthem so that their listeners won't mistake it for a ballad. I'm just going to assume it's an anthem to Ayn Rand and her book Anthem since they talk about how we've always been told selfishness is wrong and then they're all, "Bullshit! Get yours, dickfaces! Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!"

8: Public Enemy Service Announcement #1 by Chuck D and Flava Flav. This isn't really a song but it came up third (which makes it #8 on the list due to science) so I guess I had to list it. Chuck D says some sensibly lyrical things about keeping your mind strong and then Flava Flav says, "If you don't want to be a goner stay away from the drugs on the corner!" I assume Chuck D looked at Flava Flav the way Don Draper looks at Stan in Episode Six of Season Seven after Lou Avery asks, "Do you know who had a ridiculous dream and people laughed at them?" and Stan answers, "You?" Then Chuck D collects his thoughts and salutes the youth and says, with Flav, "You are the power of tomorrow." Flava ends by saying, "BOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Then the recording stops and I'm guessing Chuck D looked at Flav and said, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

7: River Euphrates by The Pixies. They say "ride" an awful lot in this song. I'm not sure if there's a story here or it's more of an abstract composition that's supposed to make me hate The Pixies.

6: Shiny Cage by The Dukes of Stratosphear. If you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to XTC while on acid, you should probably buy some acid and an XTC album. Or, I suppose, you could listen to The Dukes of Stratosphear. I don't think it would be as entertaining but the music is catchy and one of the songs, Brainiac's Daughter, has a bunch of comic book references.

5: Subway Song by The Cure. This song is either about a lady getting robbed of her sandwiches or an imminent rape. Maybe both. Equating rape with Subway sandwiches would actually be a step up for their marketing campaign.

4: Grinding Halt by The Cure. This song is fucking great and it begins like The Kids in the Hall theme but I'm not going to talk about it because look at this shit. Thousands of songs on my iTunes and it plays two songs from Boys Don't Cry in a row! Hey Apple! Fuck you and your random number generator. It's terrible. I know that it simply chooses a small percentage of albums each time and then randomly chooses songs from those albums. How about spending some money fixing your shitty shuffle feature?!

3: Let It Be Me by The Indigo Girls. This song contains the lyric "The president has no good idea who the masses are." Other than that, it's from an album I don't listen to much. Although Chicken Man is on this album and that song is great in concert when The Indigo Girls bring along their sign language interpreter.

2: Stop Talking About Comic Books or I'll Kill You by Ookla the Mok. Shit, iTunes. I can't help but take this one personally! I haven't even really talked about comic books in this Newsletter! Maybe this is some kind of cosmic message telling me to play more video games! Or maybe to finish writing all of the things that might actually make me some money some day. Probably video games though.

1: I Am the Future by Alice Cooper. I first heard this song at the end of Class of 1984 which had been playing on television. I recognized it as Alice Cooper and that it was a song of his I'd never heard. This was back when the Internet was not a thing and I was too lazy to go to the library to do research. Also, I probably wouldn't have believed I could find out about rock music at the library. Maybe if the librarian wore glasses and had a ponytail and a thin shirt with no bra and then she'd give me all the rock answers and suck my dick. But my library wasn't that exciting. Anyway, I did eventually discover all the names of all the Alice Cooper albums that hadn't been rereleased for years during a trip to Disneyland with some high school friends. We stopped at the then new Virgin Megastore and they had labels for every Alice Cooper album even though they didn't have the albums. So I learned between From the Inside and Constrictor there were several albums I was missing: DaDa, Zipper Catches Skin, Flush the Fashion, and Special Forces. I eventually found them all on album right around the time they were all rereleased on CD.


Top Three Letters to Me!
3: Upright. "OMG Carl dies??? I don't think someone would name their kid 'Carl' anyway. My disbelief was not suspended."

My reply: Good points!

2: KB: "Not spam this time!

'Here's the difference between most liberals and most conservatives. Liberals are liberal because of the things they believe. Conservatives believe the things they believe because they're conservative.'

Yes! Another way to put it: liberals believe what they believe because of facts or principles or ideas or even ideology. But to conservatives, belief is more about demonstrating allegiance.

'I'm getting a bit tired of protagonists who only manage to survive because their enemies choose not to kill them when they have the chance. But the "good guys," at the first opportunity, begin slaughtering the guys who gave them a chance to live. The "bad guys" offer to let the "good guys" live if they do what they're told. If they're the bad guys, why not just instantly kill them? Maybe I'm being naive but it seems they could have killed her immediately and still gotten whatever information they needed from Coop. Instead, the "bad guys" all get slaughtered for restraining themselves from violent action. The "good guys" never exercise that kind of restraint. Which is why these kinds of scenes really ruin my connection to the protagonists.'


This, this so much. I watch a fair number of old Westerns (Heroes and Icons TV is pretty good viewing), and the heroes are the ones who try to talk out disputes. Not talk in order to lull them into a false sense of safety; the bad guys do that (and almost always pay for their treachery), but never the good guys.

'Millar makes an attempt at political commentary by theorizing that Trump became president because some states were mocked as flyover states, specifically New Mexico. After studying geography, he might need to come up with a better argument.'

How about a simpler explanation, Millar: Trump speaks to their resentments and fear and anger better than anyone else. He is one of them."

My reply: We seem to agree on a lot of stuff. Could it be that people who think Ann Nocenti's writing is entertainingly bad are all exactly alike? I would begin to suspect that you're my Tyler Durden but then you wouldn't agree with me at all and instead would be hitting me in the face and scarring me with chemicals and fucking the woman I love better than I fuck her.

1: O. "Hi. Yeh, it's me. I know yer pissed at me + think I'm a bitch. Until last night, I wasn't exactly sure why, but I think I've got it. Grunion Guy, why haven't you said anything to me? Why did ya just avoid me + not bring it up to me?! I don't do everything right, OK. I rarely do anything right. But shit Grunion Guy it's me, everyone should except that all I know how to do is fuck up. Are you ever gonna forgive me? None of this is comin' out like I wanted. I'm not even gettin' out what I wanna say. I know I should be talkin' to ya in person but I can't. For one I never see ya + for two, I'm basically a chickenshit. I can see why ya could/are mad about it but why? I mean why did it piss ya off so much, I mean shit, ya said so yourself on the way to the Poison concert; you don't care what I do! Fuck Grunion Guy it hurts like hell for ya to be so pissed at me, but what the hell can I do? I can't take it back, I can't change the fact it happened; it's done and over w/ already. I could apologize + say it won't happen again but I don't think that'de help + I'm more than apt to fuck up + do it (or something similar) again later on in life and that'de make it worse. Well shit, I'm sure yer still as pissed as before, but all I can say is I'm sorry! Bye. O (A.K.A Bitch)"

My reply: Uh. Holy shit, O! I have no idea what you're talking about! This is like a sitcom where somebody does something wrong and then somebody approaches them angrily and the first person confesses to something different and more embarrassing before they find out what the person is actually angry about! Did you murder my pet? Fuck my grandfather? Use my work creamer which explicitly said on a little attached sticky note "Do not use"?

I mean, yeah, I did tell you I didn't give a fuck what you did while headed to the Cow Palace. To be fair, I was pretty fucked up on Jack Daniels before even heading out. And I may have been a little bit angry that fucking Warrant was playing with Poison. I mean, Warrant?! Cherry Pie? That song about that guy doing something to his well? What a shitty band! And I know I'm saying that while also not saying Poison was a shitty band but come on! Poison had some memorable songs! They also had a few songs that were pretty rapey. But what hair band didn't?!

Anyway, that was less about me being angry at you (which I wasn't at all) and more like that scene in Harry and the Hendersons where John Lithgow was all, "Hey, you big dumb Bigfoot! I don't love you at all and I never did! Go back to the woods so I never have to think about you again! And I didn't masturbate constantly over fantasies of you so don't look so smug, you overgrown primate!" I was trying to do what Brandi Carlile does in "I Will." Or I was trying to get you to do what she does! One of those! But your stupid letter made me feel bad and pulled me hopelessly back in for another year or two. So thanks a lot, you jerko! It would have been better off if you sent me a letter that just said, "Fuck off, you stalker! You're not even like a brother to me! You're more like a thing I don't ever think about while I'm doing that thing I did that I never quite mentioned in the letter I didn't send because this is the letter I sent instead! And stop thinking about me when you get erections!"

Oh, and don't think I'm still some kind of stalker because I still have this letter! You should see the crappy letters I've kept in my big box of memories that don't make my existence any more palpable. I think I have one from a deaf girl whom I was excited to be Pen Pals with at some point but her letter was so boring that I was all, "Fuck that. What a dumb idea."


That's all!
Happy anniversary to me!

Friday, November 21, 2025

Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea: The Newsletter #12 (Fourth Week of February 2018)

 

E!TACT! #12
Black Lightning: Cold, Dead Hands #4, Kick-Ass #1, Milk Wars, and Letters to Me!
By Grunion Guy



Black Lightning: Cold Dead Hands #4
By Isabella, Henry, Guichet, and Pantazis

Why does the United States of America have to suffer so much tragedy simply because the founders of this country made a mistake by including the 2nd Amendment? Are we not allowed to think of them as flawed human beings? Also, it's a fucking amendment. That word proves that the constitution is not an infallible God from on high teaching us how to live our lives! The document has been amended! It can be again! Some people are just too stupid to own guns.

Besides, have they not been living in the United States their entire lives? This is a country that bans everything in an effort to appease the friends and relatives of people who die in accidents! One person's daughter got a lawn dart in the throat? Ban those fuckers! Some kids might possibly choke on the toy inside a plastic egg covered in chocolate because they're obviously gluttonous little assholes who inhale sweets? Ban fucking Kinder Eggs! We ban toys that shoot tiny missiles that can get lodged down the throats of children that will probably die in some other stupid way anyway so now I don't own an awesome Boba Fett action figure from my childhood! How is that fair?! Although I did own the Shogun Warrior Gaiking who shot rockets from his nipples so I guess I didn't miss out that much. I bet it was Gaiking that caused the loss of rocket shooting Boba Fett. How many kids were pretending to suck on Gaiking's nipples when they accidentally triggered those rockets and died in the second most embarrassing way after autoerotic asphyxiation? (I don't need to be "actually'd" about Battlestar Galactica toys. Thanks!)

What I'm trying to say is that Portland now has stupid green bike areas at every stupid intersection where bikes can gather while preventing cars from turning right on a red (which is actually the safest time to turn right to avoid mowing down bicyclists) because lawmakers are constantly trying to prove that they're doing something to prevent sadness and tragedy. Except, of course, when it comes to guns. I suppose if the people who want to turn right on red lights had a huge lobby with loads of money, we'd have fewer green streets in Portland. Politicians only seem to care about issues when the issue either provides them with a lot of money by choosing the side which has the money behind it or will get them a lot of press and adulation for creating a law that wouldn't have even have saved the dead person who caused their family to lobby for change.

None of that has anything to do with Black Lightning. It's also just three paragraphs of probably incoherent ranting that almost certainly could be made into an intelligent essay if I were intelligent. Instead, I'm now going to hop on eBay and see if I can find a replacement for my childhood Gaiking toy. Maybe I'll replace Rodan while I'm at it!

Actually I just read the comic book and all of that had a lot to do with Black Lightning since it's all about Tobias Whale trying to ramp up people's fears to sell his alien technology weapons. I wonder what 2nd Amendment loving conspiracy nuts would think of this story. Why do they think the best argument to use is that people want to get rid of guns for profit and power when it is so obviously the other way around? I mean, I know the answer. Shitty dumb selfish evil people with power and influence know that accusing their opponents of all the terrible things they themselves do works because most people are idiots.

Here's the difference between most liberals and most conservatives. Liberals are liberal because of the things they believe. Conservatives believe the things they believe because they're conservative. When an argument is made, a person should weigh the rationality of the argument. They should not agree with a particular side simply because they think of themselves as belonging to that side. I suppose conservatives think they're the ones being logical and liberals only think what they think to continue some kind of liberal agenda. It's weird that that "liberal agenda" tends toward things like peace and love and health insurance for everybody and less poverty and burning effigies of Ayn Rand and being pro-masturbation and equality and fields full of kittens. I guess that's where the scads and scads of profit come in.

Black Lightning: Cold Dead Hands #4 Rating: Once again, I probably could have been smarter and less facetious and stream of conscious in my argument against the easily befuddled strawman caricature of a conservative but why? Intelligent people get what I'm saying! Nobody with an ounce of integrity thinks the world would truly be better with more Jesus and more guns. I can say what kinds of attributes they probably do have (other than integrity) but I hate metaphorically beating dead horses.


Kick-Ass #1
By Millar and Romita Jr.

Maybe I should start seeing a therapist because the majority of my comic book "reviews" begin with "Why the fuck am I even reading this?" I suppose the answer is a heady mix of curiosity and a collector's compulsion. If I were to see a therapist, I might learn that I also want to fuck my mother which would just screw me up more than the "I definitely don't want to fuck my mother" version of me that really wants to change the subject now.

Me buying comics: "Oh? What's this? A comic book with a name I recognize that I've purchased in the past? I must see how the story continues even though I can't remember anything about the previous comic book! Plus it will distract me from my mother fucking fantasies."

If Kick-Ass were really about what would happen if some kid decided to become a vigilante in the real world, it would just be a series of first issues where the protagonist dies in some horribly tragic but preventable way in just a few pages. Instead, Millar infuses Kick-Ass with a sense of reality by having Kick-Ass get his ass kicked constantly while never actually being shot in the face. At least I don't think he ever gets shot in the face. Maybe he did eventually get shot in the face since this appears to be a new Kick-Ass. In fact, seeing as how I haven't even read the issue yet, maybe it will be a whole series of copycat Kick-Asses who wind up getting murdered in their pursuit of justice and YouTube subscribers.

After just a few pages, I'm more impressed with Romita's art than I've been with his work at DC. It might simply be because this is the first issue and he's had a good amount of time to work on it. It will probably degrade as deadlines for later issues begin to compress. Thankfully, Millar will probably need some delays to get his scripts done giving Romita time to catch up. Although it's possible that even by the end of this issue, I'll start seeing Romita's rushed work which is quite similar to my "spent way too long trying to make it look passable" art style.


It's at this point in any given narrative where I begin to dislike the protagonist.

I'm getting a bit tired of protagonists who only manage to survive because their enemies choose not to kill them when they have the chance. But the "good guys," at the first opportunity, begin slaughtering the guys who gave them a chance to live. The "bad guys" offer to let the "good guys" live if they do what they're told. If they're the bad guys, why not just instantly kill them? Maybe I'm being naïve but it seems they could have killed her immediately and still gotten whatever information they needed from Coop. Instead, the "bad guys" all get slaughtered for restraining themselves from violent action. The "good guys" never exercise that kind of restraint. Which is why these kinds of scenes really ruin my connection to the protagonists. The Walking Dead television series is a good example of this. Rick and company should have been dead dozens of times over because the "bad guys" rarely shoot first. They're always trying to do some namby-pamby negotiating of some kind and wind up dead because Rick knows that a dead motherfucker isn't a threat. I mean, literally they are because, um, you know, zombies. But they aren't as big a threat as when they were alive.

I guess that's why Carl had to die. So that Rick could regain his humanity and the audience can maybe stop wishing Negan was the protagonist of the show. Although I'd rather the show just continued to show Rick as the real monster, thus making audiences extremely uncomfortable as they realized they'd been rooting for the bad guy the entire show. Then the final episode of the series could just be three hours of Frank Darabont explaining how the series was a metaphor for American patriotism.

I'm pretty sure the writers on The Walking Dead expected viewers to be shocked and hurt by the revelation that Carl had been bitten in the stomach. But my reaction was, "Who cares?!" It's possible they realized that was the reaction of most viewers because Carl didn't really have much of a character arc. So they began the mid-season premiere with a music montage of Carl doing things so the viewer could gain some kind of empathetic bond with him.

The Walking Dead Producers: "Carl is a boring shit. How are we supposed to make people care about him?! Can we play 'Hallelujah' as we show past clips of him growing older? We can't afford that?! Well fuck. Find another song that can produce melancholy and heartache in the listener which they'll transfer to Carl as we show him doing kind and sad things! Maybe we can trick them into thinking they felt that way about him all along!"

Anyway, back to Kick-Ass, you'll be happy to know that the three Americans survived by slaughtering dozens of Afghans whom I'm certain were terrorists who all had a hand in the World Trade Center attack. They were living in a village where an American soldier was being held hostage so even if they weren't involved in terrorism, they weren't actively involved in helping get the American to safety. What monsters.

The new Kick-Ass's name is Patience. That's probably supposed to make the reader think.

Upon coming back from America's imperialist, vindictive bullshit war, Patience learns that her husband has left her for another woman.


So he's Hitler in his own analogy?

Millar makes an attempt at political commentary by theorizing that Trump became president because some states were mocked as flyover states, specifically New Mexico. After studying geography, he might need to come up with a better argument. And I don't mean his argument about those "flyover states" being ignored by the government since it's those states in particular which gain the most benefit from taxes.

Patience decides to become the Robin Hood of Albuquerque by dressing up as Kick-Ass and stealing money from gang members. She'll donate some and pay for her kids to go to college with the rest. I don't see why drug dealers should have to pay for her lifestyle! First she makes a living on taxpayer money and now she expects drug dealers to pay her way? What a fucking parasite.

Oh, and for the history books (you know the future ones where Grunion Guy is proclaimed a god): Romita's art goes steeply downhill as the issue goes along. He finally got tired of drawing actual guns and decided the drug dealers should have weapons from the Halo franchise.

Kick-Ass #1 Rating: It's much better than I made it sound. Not "Shakespeare much better" unless you thought Shakespeare was a hack who thought up premises for stories that he immediately abandoned. Premises like "What would happen if a teenager became a hero in the real world?" abandoned for "What would happen if a teenager in a comic book thought he was in the real world and became a comic book superhero and everything worked out how you would expect it to work out in a comic book but with a few more bruises and lacerations?" At least this Kick-Ass has military training. But then, that's the twist! The bad guys in this book think, "Oh! Look! Some kid in the real world pretending to be a hero! We'll destroy this person!" And then they're all, "Ow! She poked me in the eye with a military move! We can't fight against American military training! We can't even pull the trigger on our guns before she pokes six guys in the eye! This is not like a comic book at all!"


Milk Wars
By lots of people

I enjoyed one-half of this Young Animal/DC Comics crossover. The other half of this crossover was a dud hardly worth reading. Somebody thought up the idea that milk is homogenized and so are mainstream comics. That thought was then expanded into a five issue series that doesn't say a whole lot more than that. Okay, that's not completely true. It's the commentary on the retconning of characters that makes three of the five issues entertaining. The first issue was decent because it was the introduction of the idea. After that, the Cave Carson/Swamp Thing issue was the only one of the three middle chapters that was necessary for the plot (as well as being the only interesting middle chapter). At the end of every issue is a two page comic about the history of "Eternity Girl" and ALPHA 13. The only reason to have purchased the Mother Panic and Shade the Changing Girl issues was pretty much for the way this story ties in to the main story. Also good is this moment where it boldly proclaims, "Here's a more interesting way to say what the rest of this series doesn't quite know how to say."


I think it might also answer my question about why I keep buying and reading this shit.

Possibly my favorite part was presenting Rita Farr as a comic book Christ figure, dying for perceived effect in comic book continuity only to have a number of half-hearted second comings that never really took. Until now, I guess.

The final issue brings me this image that I probably would have loved to see as a poster and had hanging on my bedroom wall until I was thirty-six.


Could I have used a funnier age than thirty-six? Perhaps thirty-three?

Lord Manga Khan and Mister Nebula also make an appearance. Only 80s kids will understand that!

Milk Wars Rating: Overall, a fun story that remembers it's a comic book and plays to those strengths. I believe it also brought the Doom Patrol back into the regular DC Universe while turning Robotman into Old Man Man and bringing back Rita Farr. The other Young Animal characters wind up in new realities which will be the basis of their next books. Plus Eternity Girl managed to sneak her way out of comic book's comic books and into comic books themselves. So that'll be a new brand that all the kids can get behind and throw their lawn mowing and baby sitting money at.


Letters to Me!

First up, KB! As usual! And probably last up too.

KB writes: Aaaand we're back in the junk folder!

Yeah, I think you nailed it with Deathstork: there were a bunch of last-minute editorial fixes as DC suddenly realized that killing people with sniper rifles is no longer cool. Can I applaud DC for doing the right thing for once without having to be shamed into it?

I predict that DC is going to have Deathstork return to being a killer soon -- just a killer who doesn't use guns. Maybe he'll start carrying Deathstorkarangs? Perhaps he'll make comments about how people who use guns are losers who couldn't seduce a teenage girl even if they tried.

I've been watching a ton of WILTY lately, and yes, you've got good taste. Lee Mack is a devious liar; when he has to sell a "true" story as a lie, he stalls VERY convincingly. I was especially surprised to learn that Lee Mack is a master of darts (hereafter to be known as "Leemackarangs").

My reply: I believe Deathstork retrieved his sword in the issue immediately following the issue where he declares he's killing people again. He also mentions something about his gun's bullets still being of the Ich Luger variety when he shoots New Super-man in the head. So it looks like DC has decided maybe guns shouldn't be solving problems in the DC Universe for awhile. And boy do I hope he makes that comment about losers seducing teenage girls!

If you like WILTY, I also recommend 8 Out of 10 Cats and 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, if you haven't seen those. I believe we've spoken about QI which I still enjoy but do miss Stephen Fry interacting with Alan Davies on a regular basis.


Nobody writes: Oh. I guess that's it. I wish I would get more mail. I'm so lonely.

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Monster Manual with Dicks







Troll with dick
Frequency: Uncommon. Thank God.
No. Appearing: One is too many
Armor Class: 4 (-3 penis)
Move: 12" (not a penis joke)
Hit Dice: 6 + 6
% in Lair: 40% (which means 60% of the time, this bastard is out flashing people)
Treasure Type: D (Hee hee. It really is!)
No. of Attacks: 3
Damage/Attack: 5-8/5-8/2-12
Special Attacks: See below (Content warning!)
Special Defenses: Regeneration (yes, everything regenerates)
Magic Resistance: Standard
Intelligence: Low
Alignment: Chaotic Gross
Size: Grower not a shower
Psionic Ability: Nobody uses this shit. Seriously.

Trolls are horrid carnivores found in nearly every clime and neighborhood. They are feared by most creatures, as a troll knows no fear, attacks unceasingly, and doesn't wear pants. Their sense of smell is very acute because their penis acts as a second nose. Their infravision is superior which is a statement that only makes sense to nerds. And their strength is very great because whoever first wrote this description of Trolls in the Monster Manual couldn't bother to look up synonyms for "very great," such as tremendous or super-diddly-duper.

A troll attacks with its clawed forelimbs and its great teeth and not its penis. A troll is able to fight 3 different opponents at once because most opponents can't stop gagging at its very tremendous penis stink. 3 melee rounds (as opposed to "Three melee rounds" because the original writer of this description I'm bastardizing was a dumb-dumb) after being damaged, a troll will begin to regenerate. Regeneration repairs damage at 3 hit points per round; the regeneration includes the rebonding of severed members (that's the original text! I didn't change limbs to members as unsubtle innuendo! It was just lying there waiting for me! Like a flaccid penis!). The loathsome members of a troll have the ability to fight on even if severed from the body which is an image you can't now get out of your head. A hand can claw or strangle, the head bite, the leg kick, the penis fuck, etc. Total dismemberment will not slay a troll, for its parts will slither and scuttle together, rejoin, and the troll will arise whole and ready to continue the combat as the party of adventurers watch in disbelief for what I'm assuming is the forty to fifty minutes this takes to accomplish. Mostly this happens because the priest will be all, "I'm not fucking touching that thing's cock!" and the paladin will be all, "My alignment might drop if I touch a penis!" and the magic-user is all, "Um, err, I'm memorizing some more spells!" and the thief will be all, "What? My hand wasn't in the priest's backpack at all!" By that time, the troll is all, "I'm back, baby!" To kill a troll, the monster must be burned or immersed in acid (and some players wonder why they need to pay for that hireling that lugs around the barrel of acid! Some people just don't prepare well for a lengthy dungeon crawl), any separate pieces being treated in the same fashion or they create a whole again in 3-18 melee rounds.

Wait. If each piece of a troll can become a new troll, why then do the pieces of the troll need to rebond? It would seem that, if each piece began to regenerate into a new troll three rounds after being damaged, that they'd be incapable of bonding by the time they scuttled up to the rest of the body! The penis would arrive at the lower torso having grown a pelvic region while the troll's lower torso would have already begun to grow a new Linus. It would be like trying to fit two puzzle pieces from different sets! Although now that I write that thought out, I bet it isn't that difficult to find pieces from two different puzzles that fit.

Description: Troll hide is a nauseating moss green, mottled green and gray, or putrid gray. It's penis is bright pink. The writhing hair-like growth upon a troll's head and testicles is greenish black or iron gray. The eyes of a troll are dull black. Like a doll's or a great white shark's!

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Beholder with dick
Frequency: Very rare, you lucky bastard
No. Appearing: 1
Armor Class: 0/2/7/-8 (penis)
Move: 3"
Hit Dice: 45-75 hit points
% in Lair: 80% (Still not as high as my own % in Lair)
Treasure Type: I, S, T
No. of Attacks: 1 (because eyes looking at a character and instantly killing them doesn't count as an attack)
Damage/Attack: 2-8 (Oh? Is that all? This creature must be a pushover!)
Special Attacks: Magic. Lots and lots and lots of magic
Special Defenses: Anti-magic ray
Magic Resistance: Special
Intelligence: Exceptional and fueled by contrarian resentment
Alignment: Lawful evil. Which, I guess, means it'll use the crosswalk but it'll really take its time getting across the street
Size: Long but narrow
Psionic Ability: Enough with this shit already. Nobody understands it!

The beholder (eye tyrant, sphere of many eyes, "that weird dick monster") is most frequently found underground, although it infrequently will lair in desolate wildernesses where nobody cares about its dick hanging out. The globular body of this monster is supported by levitation, and it floats slowly about as it wills, penis dangling and swinging beneath it. Atop the sphere are 10 eyestalks, while in its central area are a great eleventh eye and a large mouth filled with pointed teeth. And below that, the penis. The body is protected by a hard chitinous covering. The creature's eyestalks and eyes are also protected, although less well (thus the armor classes of 2 and 7 respectively). The penis retracts when the creature engages in combat (thus the armor class of -8). Although if the beholder is shown anything round, its penis will become engorged, making it much easier to hit (armor class 10). Because of its particular nature, the beholder is able to withstand the loss of its eyestalks, these members are not computed as part of its hit point damage potential, and lost eyestalks will eventually grow back (1 week per lost member). The same can not be said for the beholder's penis. If cut off or destroyed by anything other than fire, the beholder will begin to lose hit points at a rate of four per melee round. If the beholder can speak common, it will begin saying things like, "Why'd you have to go and cut off my penis for?" or "That was a low blow, pun not intended (if in fact that was a pun. I'm panicking here! I just lost my penis!)."

Eyes: The various eyes of a beholder (get it?! This whole stupid creature is a pun!) each have a different function. Typically only the central eye, erect penis, and 1-4 eyes on stalks, are able to function considering that the attack is coming from an arc 90 degrees before the monster. If attacks come from other directions, do the stupid math yourself. Now I see why so many people made so many house rules in their Dungeons and Dragons games. Gary Gygax must have thought everybody playing this game was a huge idiot so he wrote out every possibility in every scenario. No wonder these rule books are so thick!

Each eye is a beautiful bright blue that anybody with a wisdom of 14 or less must spend the first round of combat commenting on.

Functions of the eyes and penis are:
1. Charm person spell. If a person is charmed, the penis will become erect and functional.
2. Charm monster spell. Beholders will fuck anything so, again, the penis will become erect and functional.
3. Sleep spell. Beholders are creepy fucks so if anything falls asleep, you know. Penis. Erect. Functional.
4. Telekinese 2,500 gold piece weight. The beholder will use this to draw a creature to its penis. To fuck.
5. Flesh-stone ray (3" range) I have no idea what that means in D&D gaming distances. Three inches on the gaming table? Three inches in actual scale? Three feet because Gygax uses a different system where the feet and inches notations are opposite?! I was always confused by these numbers. Probably because I never read all the rules. There are so many of them!
6. Disintegrate ray (2" range)
7. Fear (as an 8th level giant penis floating in front of your face attached to a great big mouth monster with spaghetti eyes)
8. Slow spell (the spell isn't slow. It makes things slow. At regular speed)
9. Cause serious wound (5" range)
10. Death ray (4" range. This is the one to fear!)
11. Anti-magic ray (14" range)
Penis: Web (as a 12th level magic-user) (range: 3 feet in conic spray). The beholder will use this power five to twelve melee turns after its penis becomes erect. It must then make a saving throw versus sleep. If it fails, it loses the use of the eleventh eye and two to nine of the smaller eyes. Oh, and its penis for at least forty minutes. Unless something really round appears and begins rubbing up on it and maybe putting its flaccid penis in its mouth while making eye contact with two to seven eyes)

Nature: The beholder is hateful, aggressive, avaricious, problematic, and gross. They typically punch down with their humor, having a vast knowledge of racist, sexist, and homophobic jokes. They will usually attack immediately, claiming that they were being attacked by politically correct know-it-alls who forced them into taking a terrible philosophical stance. If confronted by a particularly powerful party or Sarah Silverman, there is a 50% chance they will listen to reason — either to be bribed not to attack or pay a ransom not to be attacked, depending on how many Twitter followers they stand to lose. They can speak their own language as well as that tongue known to all lawful evil gamergaters.

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Bubear with dick
Frequency: More common than you'd like
No. Appearing: 6-36, depending on how popular the Reddit account that stirred them up
Armor Class: Depends on the cartoon vest sans pants outfit they chose that morning
Move: 9" (faster if their mom is really fucking yelling at them through the cellar window about the garbage cans)
Hit Dice: 3 + 1
% in Lair: 150%
Treasure Type: Pop Culture statues, polybagged comic books, that issue of Penthouse with underage Traci Lords
No. of Attacks: 1 stale talking point
Damage/Attack: 2-8 or by social media platform
Special Attacks: Surprise caused by confusion as to what the bugbear is angry about
Special Defenses: "Can't you take a joke, snowflake?"
Magic Resistance: Standard
Intelligence: Low to Average (low (really low (like, "Whoa, how do they even function?!" low)))
Alignment: Chaotic 4chan
Size: L (I'm not fat shaming! I'm just regurgitating what's in the Monster Manual!)
Psionic Ability: Anime

Bugbears live in loose bands, and are typically found on the same websites as goblins. Unlike their smaller cousins, however, these hairy giant fedora wearing goblins operate equally well in bright daylight or great darkness (well, maybe not daylight, exactly. But they're okay with fluorescent lighting), so they are as likely to choose a habitation above ground (like an attic in their parents' garage) as they are to select a subterranean abode (like the basement of their parents' house).

If 12 or more bugbears are encountered, there will be a leader with 22-25 alt-Twitter accounts (armor class 4, attacks as a 4 hit dice monster, gets +1 on damage caused). If 24 or more are encountered, there will be the following additional bugbears: one that tells you to "Go kill yourself," one that calls you a cunt, one that insists you debate him because are you against free speech or what?!, and one that doxes you. If encountered in their lair (which they definitely will be unless they're at a Magic the Gathering tournament), there will always be an empty box of Chicken in a Biscuit, at least three pizza boxes full of discarded crusts, dozens of empty cans of Coke or Monster energy drink, a purple velvet Crown Royal bag filled with dice, a crusty pair of his sister's underwear, and a stack of old Scrye magazines.

The arms carried by bugbears range the gamut of available weapons — from Lord of the Rings collector swords to PVC clubs with Styrofoam spikes set in them (nerd morning star for his Society of Creative Anachronism costume). A fair number of rhetorical talking points are carried by these monsters, and they tend to use them, along with name calling, strawmen, and circular logic. As bugbears are weak, they will hurl insults from the comfort of anonymity and never confront anybody in real life.

Although bugbears are clumsy looking and walk with a shambling gait, they are actually able to move very quickly and with great stealth. At least that's what they tell themselves. "Walk on the sides of your feet," they'll point out as they lumber out of their hotel at midnight and down the convention hallway to the snack bar, "It's much quieter!"

Bugbears speak goblin and hobgoblin and misogynist and 4chan and Reddit in addition to their racist tongue.

Description: The skin of bugbears is light yellow to yellow brown — typically dull yellow and covered in a light dusting of orange flavoring. Their hair ranges in color from lusterless tannish brown to brick red. Their eyes are vacuous holes of existential angst hiding the deep fear that, possibly, it's their attitude and not the way others view them that has made their life a living hell. The odds and ends of armor they wear, as well as whatever cloth, skins, or anime costumes they drape themselves in, tends to be ill-kept, dirty, and dingy. They, sadly, live for approximately 75 years.


Depiction of a bugbear making an argument on Twitter.

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Quasit with dick
Frequency: Ubiquitous
No. Appearing: 1. Because 2 would be gay, brah.
Armor Class: 2
Move: 15"
Hit Dat Ass Dice, Know 'ut I'm Sayin?: 3
% in Lair: 0% because nobody can see you touch your dick in private, dude.
Treasure Type: Frat paraphernalia
No. of Attacks: 3
Damage/Attack: 1-2/1-2/Duck
Special Attacks: See attacks
Special Defenses: See below
Alcohol Resistance: 25%
Intelligence: Low
Alignment: Chaotic football
Size: Intimidating
Psionic Ability: Drain life force

While the quasit is rare on the material plane, they are everywhere on the planes of College Campuses and Bars Surrounding College Campuses. The quasit is an average student changed into a minor personality to serve as familiar to a chaotic evil Big Brother. A quasit is able to polymorph itself into the shape of a person completely different than the person they were in the small town from which they came in order to be perceived as more sexually experienced and popular than they ever were. This is done by drinking too much to receive high fives and metaphorically(?) sucking the dick of older quasits who have long forgotten the form from which they originally polymorphed. So good is their ability to polymorph that they almost all become a near identical duplicate of every other quasit on the same plane as them.

The attack mode of a quasit is by means of constant allusions to wanting to fuck the person they're speaking with and plying large quantities of alcohol on the defender. The wounds caused by this attack cause a burning itch which drain 1 from its opponent's dexterity each time it is wounded unless a saving throw versus STDs is made. Dexterity loss remains for 2-12 weeks unless antibiotics are administered by a 10th level cleric.

The magic powers of a quasit are gained during rush week. All quasits can naturally detect both drunk women and alcohol. They regenerate at 1 hit point per red Solo cup of alcohol. They can become drunk at will, and once per day they can send out a blast of vomit in a 3" radius. Only magical or cold iron weapons will harm these monsters. Cold, fire, and lightning do not affect them (unless it's magical cold, fire, or lightning, presumably (although why then mention they can't be hurt by lightning?! I mean, when is that ever going to come into play in a session of D&D? DM: "House rules: I roll for a random lightning strike every 5000th melee round"?)). For purposes of spell attack upon them, quasits are considered despicable wastes of breath who refuse to understand the concept of date rape.

Although intelligence is low, quasits are sly and cunning, and in certain situations they are able to call upon the thinking power of a demon lord like Jordan Peterson.

Once the quasit becomes a full-fledged house member, it passes along to its "master" the following: telepathic communication which enables the "master" to use all senses (including infravision) of the quasit, even up to a mile away. The quasit's presence within 1" of its "master" allows the latter the quasit's alcohol resistance (25%) and also enables regeneration at 1 hit point per shout of "Whooo!" When the quasit is within a mile of its "master," the latter gains an additional level of popularity. If the quasit is farther away, the "master" loses 1 level, and if the quasit is killed, the house will be investigated and probably shut down while a bunch of bros complain about how unfair it is simply because one quasit couldn't handle its alcohol.

Finally, in addition to its normal advice, the quasit is able to contact a subreddit once per week in order to help its "master" decide on some course of action. This question is like a commune spell but 6 questions are allowed, even though most of them will probably be about how to cover up a date rape.

The major aim of a quasit is to enable its "master" to wreak greater and more chaotic evil. It also wishes to destroy lawful evil humans in order to steal their souls for larger and more excessive parties, as the quasit will be rewarded accordingly when (and if) it returns to its hometown as a big man on campus. At the time of its "master's" death, the quasit must grab any evidence that might get the house shut down and rush back to its hometown to hide out. If it has not been actively popular prior to that, its hometown community might change the quasit's cool status back to that of a nerd or super virgin, or send it forth as a quasit again to another university rather than making it into a highly regarded, if problematic, alumnus.

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Succubus
Frequency: Not as rare as the Patriarchy wants you to believe. So common that this entry might as well just be called "Women Who Enjoy Sex" with a short disclaimer that the few who don't realize they enjoy sex have simply had terrible and selfish partners so far
No. Appearing: 1 is too much for you to handle
Armor Class: 0. Which is weird because she's naked.
Move: 12"/18"
Hit Dice: 6
% in Lair: 5%. Mostly to shower and throw on some dry shampoo
Treasure Type: One or two business suits for interviews, some Hello Kitty crap, a bookshelf full of books you're surprised she's read (an attitude which is totally on you, you superficial prick), comfortable bedding, a pet (40% small dog, 10% large dog, 10% cat, 10% guinea pig, 10% bunny, 5% budgie, 5% rat, 5% reptile, 5% other), a few exes that won't leave her alone but whom she's trying to avoid because she can't bring herself to explain bisexuality to them one more fucking time, some painting paraphernalia from that time she dabbled in painting but didn't tell anybody because she wanted something that was all her own and wasn't instantly ruined by everybody telling her how to do it and what her goals should be, and a Bigby's Vibrating Hand
No. of Attacks: 2
Damage/Attack: 1-3/1-3
Special Attacks: Energy drain
Special Defenses: Never bought into the belief that her sexuality
demanded emotional attachment
Douchebro Resistance: 70%
Intelligence: Exceptional
Alignment: Most guys think Chaotic Evil but she's just a strong, independent woman
Size: Doesn't matter
Psionic Ability: Would like to find love but doesn't believe that a strong, intimate attachment with another person is the right thing for her personal journey

These female demons are usually not found in numbers, for they prefer to act alone. That doesn't mean they won't occasionally be up for a rare three-way but you've got to be open to the occasional MMF situation if you're hoping for some MFF action. A succubus in its natural form appears very much like an average woman walking down the street minding her own business and getting on with her own life who, surprisingly, isn't simply waiting for a stranger to catcall her so she can get to fucking. Although the bat-like wings might indicate the succubus isn't an average woman at all since most average women can't fly by their own power. That takes a slightly above average woman. Or a succubus.

Succubi cannot be harmed by any sort of casual misogynist rhetoric. They know your game, stinkboy. They aren't merely objects for your pleasure! I mean, their whole goal is to fuck you to death. So you might get some pleasure out of the fucking. But don't think they're doing it for you! She isn't sucking your soul out of the tip of your penis because she wants to please you. She's doing it because she loves dick. And killing men by fucking them. Succubi also love fucking other women. But they don't kill them. They just whisper the secret coda that all women need to hear from another woman at some point in their lives. I don't know what that might be because I'm not a woman! But I'm sure it exists! I've seen the way women whisper confidently to each other and then giggle. Men never do that! Something's totally up!

Succubi can Cause Darkness in a 5' radius. The kiss of the succubus drains the victim of one energy level, and all succubi are able to perform the following feats at will: explain why Twilight or Fifty Shades of Grey are important texts and people who enjoy them shouldn't automatically be belittled for it; explain why a woman wanting to look and feel pretty and sexual doesn't mean she's asking for strange men to approach her; explain how nice guys aren't as aggressive as you seem to think they are; perform all the goals she set for herself each day while several men in her life expect her to accomplish some of theirs; not murder the eighth guy who tries to begin a conversation with her while she's minding her own business because she understands that he (probably?) doesn't deserve the entirety of the rage that's built up from the other seven men previous; dance like that one guy (just the one. You know the one. I'm ruining my underwear just thinking about him) who could totally approach her and catcall her and expect a blowjob from her is watching; explain how just because she'll have sex with somebody she just met because he's attractive and somewhat interesting and kind doesn't mean she owes anybody else instant stranger sex; write something funny online while ignoring the dozens of men who need to comment on it; suck a mean dick.

Succubi rule lower demons through wit and threat. You know who the lower demons are. They're the ones who read this entry and thought, "Where were all the ladies with dick jokes?!"

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Mansplainer
Frequency: Common
No. Appearing: 2-8
Armor Class: 7
Move: 1"
Hit Dice: 3
% in Lair: 0%
Treasure Type: Nil
No. of Attacks: 0
Damage/Attack: Nil
Special Attacks: Nil
Special Defenses: Noise
Staying Quiet Resistance: 100%
Intelligence: Non-
Alignment: Actually. I mean, actually, it's neutral. That means impartial. Neither willing to help good or evil. You know, centrist? It's really the best alignment. Takes real guts to be this open-minded. It's the alignment for people who don't fall for lies and nonsense. You'd be surprised how many people think they're neutral but they aren't. They have agendas. But not like the Mansplainer aka The Devil's Advocate.
Size: Big enough
Psionic Ability: If I knew how to use psionics in AD&D, I'd say they had some kind of ESP but it's the kind of ESP where you know what somebody was actually thinking after they told you what they were thinking.

Mansplainers are normally quiet, mindless fungus which are ambulatory (though they seldom need to move away from their computer screen). They live in dark places beneath the ground. Expressed thoughts from females within 30' or texts written by women within 10' will cause them to emit a piercing shriek which lasts for 1-3 melee rounds. This noise has a 50% chance of attracting Trolls with Dicks, Bugbears with Dicks, Goblins with Dicks, or Quasits with Dicks each round thereafter. Purple worms and shambling mounds greatly prize mansplainers as food.

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