My wife and I are both running a crazy fever, coughing constantly, and emitting a variety of disgusting fluids. The disease has apparently begun to eat away at our brains; last night, I was pretty sure my significant other spent four hours mumbling to herself in Hungarian, probably about stabbing me with a sharpened toothbrush as soon as I fell asleep. As for me, whenever I close my eyes, the only thing I see is a well dressed man in an 18th Century suit and bowler hat, cackling maniacally at me while he twirls his finely-waxed mustachios.

So there won’t be a post this week, is my point. Now shoo. I need to get all these giant electric bats out of here before I head to GDC next week!

Fire only makes them mad.