I haven't played Overwatch since… I mean, a long time ago. I don't even remember why. Oh, wait! I do remember why, and no doubt others remember also. In something like COD, bare minimum, I can run around and pick up your tags or whatever. The only shooter I ever got truly competitive in was probably Gears 2, and then, only for two reasons. One, because your whole team is two people. And two, because if you don't get good at the a complete stranger will chainsaw you from your asshole up to your collarbone. It's the worst feeling I've ever experienced in a video game and I'd do anything - even git gud - to avoid it.

I mean, where to start.

Kara and I are having so much fun with Hytale and all the mods. They do a cool thing where you only need to instal the mod on the server and then everyone who plays on the server just gets the benefit. It works great and we have added a bunch of cool mods for furniture and other decorations. 

I gravitate toward support roles in virtually every game we play. Outside of a couple odd instances I could go into, I usually just want to help somebody else do whatever they want to do. In the first Minecraft server we ever had, the "job" I invented for myself was to harvest just enough wood to make signs and use those signs to name landforms. In my role as a natural loremaster, I took this incredibly seriously and did not make jokes on the signs. The only time I really made something substantial in one of these was the Krahulik Valheim server was a fancypants bar the children were too young to enter, substantially limiting its utility. My newest role is Effervescent, Erotic Cyber Jester, making keen observations and returning an engorged whimsy to the frontier - a whimsy that's been gone for far too long. Is that welcome? No! No, it turns out. Garb essentially had the talk with me that exists in the second panel. It was surprising, but weirdly tender - obviously, I knuckled under. Even though I have a lot more to say about dicks.

Games where you build stuff fire a broad-spectrum ray at the Krahulik House, with a wavelength proper to each member of that storied clan. Gabe wants to "erect" huge buildings but not decorate them, in the same way he likes to draw comic strips but not write them. Kara - who once wore the handles "Orbital Strike" and "Yuna" - doesn't have a lot of affection for building big structures but has an infinite affection for greebling the interiors with immaculate decor. The boys want to kill shit and then they need a place to keep all the shit they found on the bodies, some of which are just parts of the bodies. I like… well, that's Monday's strip.

Having been bold enough to buck the trend of community mandated hatred, now we have to enact the odious task of reeling all that goodwill back in. Well, not really. Grub has merely determined that he doesn't need something like Highguard in his life, though he has certainly enjoyed the game in its many primordial configurations. I think it looks very cool, but I'm intimidated as fuck to go in there as thirty-three percent of a three person team, brow damp, logging into sweaty hyphen lobbies dot com.