William Hughes (The A.V. Club) and Gary Butterfield (Watch Out for Fireballs!) get together four times a week to talk through every single item, trinket, boss, monster, and, really, everything in Edmund McMillen's "The Binding Of Isaac". New, bite-sized episodes come out every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday.
June 30th, 2020 | 17 mins 25 secs
Deep within the bowels of the spaceworm, an organ began to thrum.
June 28th, 2020 | 17 mins 24 secs
Flipping open his fleshputer, Chil'trox began searching through lists of contractors with high-level expendability ratings; this seemed, he mused, like a perfect job for The Gyg Economy to handle.
June 27th, 2020 | 15 mins 9 secs
"Every decision is just an opportunity to delegate to someone else."
June 25th, 2020 | 13 mins 4 secs
In his fourth heart, the Bureaucrat's Code loomed suddenly, visible through the panel installed inside his chest by the Thoughtless Macrosurgeons of Fish Planet 6.
June 23rd, 2020 | 16 mins 53 secs
But while his Angst Flaps continued to glisten moistly under the artificial sunlight, Chil'trox shook himself suddenly and loinded his girds.
June 21st, 2020 | 14 mins 59 secs
But if he acted, authorizing intervention, he would expose himself to the most toxic substance in all the Seven Sectors: Blame.
June 20th, 2020 | 17 mins 1 sec
If he did nothing, and the planet's reality incursion managed to metastasize to other worlds, it would multiply the subsequent tide of paperwork by more than a hundredfold.
June 18th, 2020 | 18 mins 6 secs
It was the doomsday scenario he had dreaded for the entirety of his multi-hundred-cycles career: A problem that would force him to make a choice.
June 16th, 2020 | 19 mins 5 secs
The thought was enough to turn his numerous glands furple with apprehension.
June 14th, 2020 | 21 mins 33 secs
Which meant that either one of his superiors had royally scrammed up (a proposition that sent his Ambition Bladders quivering with fear and glee), or one of the worlds under the Federation's quasi-benevolent hegemony was in danger of undergoing full planetary apoptosis.
June 13th, 2020 | 15 mins 21 secs
Despite his long (and proudly obstructionate) role in the Federation Civil Service, Chil'trox had never actually seen a Terminal-rated request come through the space-pneumatic propulsion systems of the hyper-tubes.
June 11th, 2020 | 13 mins 40 secs
He glanced peevishly at the Federation Assistance Request—Terminal as it gently buzzed on his desk, demanding an official response from his bureaucratic girth.
June 9th, 2020 | 11 mins 46 secs
Chil'trox of Pliny, High Arbiter of the North-Inward Galactic Hextant, wasn't sure how much longer he could sit on this F.A.R.T.
June 7th, 2020 | 18 mins 10 secs
The gates of Heck were now 6 inches dilated, and growing by the minute; the Fel Barons laughed inside their comfortable cages; the great Goat of the Umpocalypse let out its warning bleat; and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, was now slouching toward Hoopty Hut to be born?
END OF CHAPTER ONE
June 6th, 2020 | 15 mins 27 secs
And as the three Doomed Souls stood their, locked in a state of uneasy truce before the gates of the great and sinister Hoos, the sky above them roiled and squeezed.
June 4th, 2020 | 11 mins 27 secs
"My name is Harvey Mouse," his squeaking voice said, breaking the silence, "And if I'm going to stop the Umpocalypse, I'm going to need your help."