So, it's been just a tad over two months since our last update. I know what you're thinking: "James, this comic strip has been dead for ages! What manner of foul necromantic work is this?!" ...Well, maybe you're not thinking precisely that, but I wouldn't blame you if you were. It's been a helluva sabbatical, to tell the truth (what with moving house, garage sales, employment, insane work hours, unemployment, computer problems, video game purchases and subsequent obsessions, job interviews, porn, et cetera, et cetera) but all that's past now and we ought to be getting back on schedule.

I'd like you to pronounce "schedule" in your mind as though I was British. That is the level of seriousness with which we shall approach our updates from now on, as though we had a stern Maggie Smith or Dame Judi Dench peering over our collective comicking shoulder at all times, ruler at the ready.

Now I understand that this strip may not appeal to some of you, and that a good portion of you are perhaps even unfamiliar with the fact that there is tabletop gaming outside of Dungeons and Dragons and the odiferous neckbeardery only slightly unfairly associated with it, but I hope that it at least stands on its own as a flight of my own peculiar kind of fancy: the sort wherein David Bowie plays a villainous Tesla in a world occupied by both squamous, outre Lovecraftian horrors and dashing, last-minute pulp heroics. And if it doesn't, well, we'll be back to your normal programming by Wednesday, so just sit tight until then.

It's good to be back.