Breakup Gaming Society

 

Even The Man from D.R.U.N.C.L.E. knows when to tap the brakes when he’s sick.

Let’s drink some Robitussin, discover that we like painting minis and listen to the best Pete Rock remix ever.

 

 

The mic settings still suck. Sorry. We’re learning.

The host starts into the bottle of Bower Hill Reserve Rye several hours before recording; luckily, the kids manage to say something intelligible about it.

We play a game of Wasteland Express Delivery Service and Xian aka He/She Who Thirsts busts out a Cage track (!!!).

 

 

In the throes of a cruel winter depression, there is only one sane response: go to El Pistolero’s house, play Space Hulk: Death Angel, drink Maker’s Mark and bump RZA tracks.

Sound quality on this one kind of sucks because the acoustics were way different in El Pistolero’s living room and we have no idea what we’re doing.

 

 

The BSG crew assembles for the first time ever.

Espolon Reposado is consumed. 7 Wonders is played. So is possibly the best hip hop duet of all time

Cap’n Cato is an asshole.