Chef Gianni has gathered up his batch of glorified dishwashers to cook up something delicious for you!

Do we manage to cook up some delicious games that would make that food critic at the end of Ratatouille realize all his flaws and see Sora as God? You’ll have to tune in to find out!

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“It’s probably time to explain some things.”

The face shifts, jumping from the newspaper photo to the opened magazine I’m holding. His face blurs, then fizzes and settles into the bodywork of a gleaming auto ad. The paper smells of burning newsprint and…pine needles.

“The blue and the red. The open and closed. The full and the Empty. These are things of me.”

Jesse Cox joins us for another spin of Eric’s wheel to make some truly unhinged games, featuring Mickey Mouse, Sam Fisher, and…Harlan Ellison?

Thanks so much to Jesse for joining us! You can follow him on YouTube, or check his podcasts The Geekenders, Cox and Crendor, and more!

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“Hey, kid. Down here. Yeah, you there. Come closer.”

Tucked behind a stack of tumbled magazines, along the path of red, I see his face. This must be Mr. Ree.

Who else would be speaking to me through a newspaper?

Davis opened the door, the room beyond flooding with light and an indicating smell of something. The rest were there, tuning up and getting ready for another show in another dumpy club.

He shouldered his guitar and joined in as if he had written the song. He very well may have.

Earl looked to Davis and nodded as the door behind him molded back into the wall, Empty once more.

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The Empty Room—for that is what it was—swallowed. It was a unsettling thing, the uvular, muscular spasms of consumption and ejection all at the same time. Life, death, meat.

And then emptiness. Davis Empty. A *new* Empty. How interesting. How unexpected.

How delicious.

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Thanks to Kayla for joining us! You can follow her on JK Games, Drop In, Drop Out, and Palettes and Pages!

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And then there’s Winston. Winston Empty is an especially odd case. Where he comes from changes by the moment, I don’t think he’s ever once given me the same answer. But, perhaps, the more confusing and unnerving part of it is that he's never once lied either.

I didn’t know that at the time, of course.

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Now, the Emptys. Where exactly they hail from is a matter of confusion. To us, of course, but to them as well.

I've mentioned before that Earl is from out in the Pacific Northwest. From the oldest money around. So he says. Where, or how Earl got it, is unknown. Hell, Earl didn't exist until 1917 on any records. No draft records, no nothing. He doesn't carry tags and, even if you press him, won't mention anything before meeting Ellington.

Odd that, isn't it?

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Until now, we have little discussed the Emptys. Earl Empty and Winston Empty, no relation. Well, not like that anyways. Just by cosmic coincidence they shared the same name…and it was cosmic.

They were quite nondescript; conjure what a drummer and a sax player in a 1920s jazz band looks like to you and that’s them. Quite literally. They rarely looked the same to the people in the crowd, but that was their trick: blending in. Making their belonging bone deep.

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The Blue Room—for that is what it was—roiled, its light charged with a cosmic anticipation.

The Printed Room—for that is what it was—roiled, its letters surging like waves upon the wall.

The Empty Room—for that is what it was—was hungry.

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Well, dear reader. It appears we’re at a crossroads of sorts. A convergence point where our story takes a turn for the cosmic—as if it hadn’t already.

So hold on tight to something, anything that reminds you of home or who you used to be.

I’d hate for you to be left Empty for this next leg of the journey.

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Go listen to No Small Games!

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The door creaked open slowly, blue light thrumming from around the jamb. Letters and text and illustrations of the Big Bad Wolf dissolved in the air; childhood lamps twinkling like stars in the sea of blue.

There was no one here. Not now. But she still felt what this place was, what it will be. What it could be.

The letters finished moving, some of them still hanging in the air.

”Remember me,” suspended at eye-level above an image of the wolf devouring Red.

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