We'll get back to more reveries soon, when all these things stop happening! We gotta come in Monday with some stuff about them sunsetting Destiny 2. It's simply gotta be marked. Plus, there's some legitimately shady shit going on in this year's Horizon Festival it seems like - and now it's entered "the discourse stage." We were always gonna have to manage the advent of drivers with paracausal abilities, and maybe we should just count ourselves lucky that it didn't happen until the Year Of Our Lord 2026.

Forza Horizon 6 is doing numbers on Steam, and I'm glad - I think this series is the torchbearer for A Fun Racer That Is Just Technical Enough To Offer An Intriguing Skill Ceiling. That's a new subgenre I just made up. But apparently the game is fun, and works on computers - a powerful combo that's delivered real results in Q2. The only issue Morak has identified to me are the faces, which… well, I'll show you. They aren't faces in the classic sense, they're more like a fongoid "fruiting body":

I wanted this strip to erupt into a thousand strips - I wanted flowers to bloom the world over. My counterpart said no because for him, any effort to create beauty is regarded as a personal attack. That was just an opportunity to throw in a line from an Art of Noise song; in truth, beauty is the only thing he cares about. To an extent that it's been a problem!

It would never have occurred to me in a million years to unearth Cheeto of all things, it's completely nuts. My instinct was to say "cracked" but that means something different to the youth of today - something illicit, an etymological spur I've always feared was Fortnite-derived. But it was requested by the shivering mutants on Tumblr, and we are honor-bound to elevate these dreams, yea, unto the material world.

We will return to our regularly scheduled spelunking of our nearly thirty-year archive soon, but Playground Games banning Forza Horizon 6 pirates for thousands of years was too funny to leave alone. We had to strike - if for no other reason than I got to make up like four new terms. I got to bear fruit. That's what I'm trying to do every time! I'm tryna stay bulbous.

For the benefit of Arcadians new and old, gay and… I guess… not a hundred percent gay, somewhat less gay at any rate, our revels in Penny Arcade's ancient past continue apace. Time has passed everywhere, even inside Mork's purty pitchers he duz all them scratchin's on. I was startled by his suggestion for this strip and I suspect others may be also.