Last week, our local novelty-devouring ancient deity, the Maw, consumed me, as Julian mournfully conveyed. Well, I’ve returned to the realm of the living, and fortunately, not as odorous as I might have been, all things taken into account. I’ve been swallowed by the Maw several times now, but this is the first occasion I’ve succeeded in escaping through one of its mouths, rather than through… different openings.
“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED,” I shout, standing tall with my shoulders pressed against the massive gums, while pieces of foul Call Of Duty DLC cascade around my feet. “MY OTHER CAR’S A MOTHRA,” I bellow, as the other RPS team members quickly assemble with a jump net. “HERE ARE SOME NEW PC GAMES,” I exclaim, leaping into the eagerly awaiting grasp of my comrades.