What's this? Where am I? Who am I? Who are YOU? Ryan and Patrick answer none of these questions.
It also seems thematically appropriate, if nothing else.
Zach and Tarn Adams spent 11 years in obscurity working on one game. Now it's in the MOMA.
Not a single one of those mechs has Hitler's head attached to it. I don't know how to feel about that.
Here's a little history lesson on this absurd caricature of grizzled badassery.
Touch fuzzy, get dizzy, and spit truths about the SNES platformer that Patrick didn't realize needed any defending in the first place.
They aren't afraid to slap on some patriotic clothes while dealing out body slams, either.
Yeah right, buddy. I've made out with too many grotesque monsters over the years to fall for the old "it won't hurt" line again.
Bet you didn't know there were Snakes on Mars. There are also Sharks and Jets, apparently.
Brad and Vinny get locked up for first-person shooting because their lawyer used the Tower Defense.
Newly formed Precursor Games is seeking $1.5 million to make its episodic horror game come to life.
Someone brought us a giant donut. This will end well, obviously.
I'd sing along with the ballad of Silas Greaves, but I don't know the words. I need some lyric captions with one of those bouncing balls.
We visit a land of longships and spaceships to see what kind of place makes a game like EVE Online.
Double Fine embraces the music genre and then gives it the finger. Heh, I like that. Good stuff.
Is it wisdom or is that the green talking? What's to say it can't be both?
Brad goes to Another World, Jeff lives La Vita Loca while voyeur mosquitos battle with chocolate swords.
Oh, you want to know about GTAV? Buddy, are you in the right place!
John Drake joins us as we play Monaco, but something much more sinister awaits his tender hands.
Patrick returns from Iceland in one piece, and he's got snacks!
A surprise package from the Philippines pops up!
Everything about this video would be improved tenfold were it sped up and set to "Yakkity Sax".
I can't think of a worse future scenario than one in which Cronenberg-looking memory junkies try to suck my brains out through a psychic straw.
This is the first time in years hearing "Eye of the Tiger" hasn't made me want to punch everything in sight.