Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. This week has seen us brave winter’s fury and emerge victorious, after having shoveled roughly eight tons of snow from my apartment’s driveway. I’m still sniffling, coughing, and generally enduring the personal indignities of nature’s most hateful season, but it appears there may well be a light at the end of the tunnel.
That aside, this has mostly been a week of tidying up outstanding projects. My house at last finished Ranking of Kings after initially losing momentum early in its second season, and also munched through Fantasy High’s Junior Year, leaving us with just one season of Intrepid Heroes adventures to watch through. Fortunately, the great drought of Critical Role’s end-of-year vacation has ended, leading us into the distinct pleasure of Mercer versus Mulligan as we join up with the second of Campaign Four’s three separate tables. We’ve also just cracked the seal on Fallout’s second season, which has in turn prompted fresh stabs at Fallout 4’s inconsistent pleasures. It frankly boggles the mind that Bethesda has spent a straight-up decade making games nobody wanted when the next Elder Scrolls is sitting right there, but I’m doing my best to find joy in blasting mudcrabs while we wait. Oh, and movies! Yes, let’s talk about some movies.