Before we kick off the first round-up of fresh PC game launches for the year, a quick apology: we neglected to feed the Maw for an entire week last December. In a seemingly lighthearted remark, I mentioned that I had too much holiday blogmange to handle, but this was really just a PR excuse to downplay the situation. You see, back in November, the Maw consumed me, and I’ve just now managed to escape its digestive tract. In previous crises, I’ve navigated this by latching onto gumlines and moving from tonsil to tonsil. This time, I forgot my climbing axes and had to find my way out in… the opposite direction.
It’s probably best not to elaborate further. Fortunately, the Maw’s internal scents are only detectable in the 11th through 17th dimensions, though they can still be picked up in Normie Spacetime – you may have observed that all the reflections are pinstriped today. In any case, now that I’ve adequately clarified the interruption in service, let’s carefully dip our still-smelly fingers into the currents of commerce. Read more.