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Insight into the Bookshelf of Pietro Righi Riva, Co-Founder of Santa Ragione and Director of Saturnalia
Insight into the Bookshelf of Pietro Righi Riva, Co-Founder of Santa Ragione and Director of Saturnalia
1:43 pm

Hello reader who is also a reader! Today marks the sad and glorious return of Booked for the Week, our reliably irregular Sunday column in which games people talk about books. It’s sad because the original creator of this column, arch word baron Nic Reuben, is no longer full time at RPS. It’s glorious because this is one of the best columns I’ve ever read, and I’m delighted Nic has given permission to keep it rolling. He’s now got a Patreon, by the way.

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"Exploring the Intrigue of Atomfall: A Lake District Trip Gone Awry"
“Exploring the Intrigue of Atomfall: A Lake District Trip Gone Awry”
12:43 pm

Today’s advent calendar hails, in both setting and make, from the RPS homeland of the United Kingdom. Which means, like most of RPS, it’ll probably spend Christmas predominantly unconscious, driven into a coma by a combination of tiredness, pigs in blankets overreach, and acute exposure to King Charles. Best play it before then, eh.

It’s Atomfall!

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Weekly News Summary: The Sunday Papers
Weekly News Summary: The Sunday Papers
11:43 am

Sundays are for realising that he’s coming. That he’s inevitable. That, in a way, he’s already here. You feel him in the back of your mind. Grinding his teeth. Picking his nose. Raking his nails across the palms of his hands. He hungers, a snarling hunk of robo-man-flesh yearning for the time his clarion call rings out through the space between each of our psyches.

Something terrible and insidious this way comes. He glues a cookie-cutter short back and sides hairdo to his usually bald bonce. He cries out to the great corporate entities for money and wares to show off. He dusts off a tombstone engraved with the words ‘please wrap it up’. He howls at the moon. AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Adrian Edmondson? “NO,” he yells, jumping on stage. “IT IS I, KEOFF GEIGHLEY.” You gasp in horror.

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