"What on earth are you doing? Get up from

"What on earth are you doing? Get up from there!" my mom hollered. I pressed my eye into the sidewalk crack. I could see things! People! An entire universe! They beckoned me...

When I trace it back now, I'd say that was the point I finally cracked. They step of a crack, break your mother's back, but I was convinced entire civilizations were being destroye

d. All because of the result of the Caveman Crisis. No one know how it started. But all of a sudden people's minds started regressing. They spoke in grunts and wrote on cave walls.

The aliens can evolve upgrades like “Cloaking” and “Scent of Fear”, and can change lifeforms to run on walls, fly, and even devour marines whole. The Cavemen were not impressed.

"I'm sorry, Johnny, but upgradeable aliens are just not that interesting a game concept to us. You see, we here at Cave Gaming Co, also known as Cavemen, find the idea... boring."

"Johnny, our top selling game controller is two sticks for "Fire Hero." You will be the lead designer for Wheelcraft. See that Grog shows you back to your cubicle."

me. The trouble was getting enough paralytic geriatrics to volunteer without breaking state laws about informed consent. The first stop was the nursing home. I was greeted by

A gentleman who was a trained masseur. He had learned from the masters and told me to follow him. I had to pur a blindfold on and hold his hand. Where was I?

Jessop, Watson & I were nearly stumped. "A massage parlor, or psychopath's basement" "No" "A lighthouse - the blindfold, you see?" "Guess again" We refreshed our highballs instead.