It is a forum where tl;dr is a bit of a faux pas. Almost as if it were a civilized discussion where people listened to each other. Funny how that brings down the dickishness factor.

Robotron Hero with stars in his eyes? Now that song is going to be stuck in my head all week. Curse you, Wheaton!

A post that includes flash fiction about a serial killer and ends with you nailing a fictional character to a wall with mind bullets. Thank you for making me feel better about my own creepy statements. Also, well said.

For whatever reason, the ambiguous nature of the word "influencers" creeps me out.

That cake is amazing. Nicely done!

At least they didn't spell it with an "H".

Neil Grayston won my heart the day he showed you The Room. Also, now that you've won the lottery, I bet you get calls from Fame Advisors.

No words can describe it. They should have sent a poet.

It's your own darn fault for being awesome, Wheaton! That statement also includes all your co-performers. It is incredibly cool that you guys are just as excited about sharing your work as we are to witness it, and that type of enthusiasm creates a recursive feedback loop only matched in intensity by the "many Wheatons" shirt.

During an all-night art session in college, we listened to this song on repeat for several hours on end. In consequence, I can sing π to over 30 digits. I feel like that's the sort of thing you'd use as a pick-up line at Genius bars.

1) Cut the Voice some slack. I'm sure it's lonely now that it doesn't have Prove to Everyone for constant company. 2) As an aspiring Forensic Taphonomist, my perspective may be a bit skewed, but like dkplewis I, too left Hunter with a feeling of hope. A description of evil turned in upon itself will never be pleasant, but that's rather the point, isn't it? It's good to know I"m not the only person who thinks of things as dark as this, but choses to face the world with laughter rather than despair.

I really love that you've taken to sharing some of your short fiction with us as it emerges. Thank you, sir.

My Red Pen of Doom wishes to know what number it should be substituting. I am merely the messenger here.

"Storage of corpses is important. As in life, you never know when bits of them will come in handy. ...because I do precisely that, all the time." I knew you were talking about stories, but something about the wording made me giggle in a sick way and imagine you rooting around in your "golem parts" drawer.

I too have wondered about the 12-year-old-boy syndrome (aka: laugh hysterically at anything that contains the words "balls" or "duty"). I think it must be intrinsic to the game since a number of us in our company have only been playing for the past few years and most of us are women. I like to think it's an indication of the high intellectual caliber of the group and we subconsciously feel it's our duty to keep our higher brains from functioning. Heh. Doody. P.S. I feel Martin's pain. My DM continually refused to let me get a pygmy Owlbear as a pet.

I'm shocked no one else has brought up the obvious corollary to this post! Two words: Gaming Spa. I'm sure no one else has ever had the experience of playing for 8 hours straight and then standing up to a world of back pain. Why not solve that by battling through a dungeon in order to reach the fabled "massage room"? And no, I don't mean that to sound as sketchy as it does.

...even when they hijack your Twitter account. Maybe particularly then.

Do you mind if I steal that mantra? Also I've specifically ordered a few copies so I can, uh...laugh at you. Yep. Not because you've got awesome talent.

I will throw my hat in the ring and participate in this mortal combat...I mean lottery. Thank you for making the opportunity more accessible to those of us with time constraints even though I'm sure it has made your job about a bazillion times harder. As others have noted, I don't think the Twitter sign in gives you a direct e-mail link, so I'm hannah at ecosystem dot com

Would I be interested? Is the Space Pope reptilian?

I will never forget the moment I saw Saturn through a telescope for the first time. It was like I suddenly realized that all those pictures in books were actually physically out there. That comprehension of vastness is terrifying and amazing and I don't think the human brain can take it for too long. Just like when you begin to learn basic quantum theory and your entire conception of reality is altered. It kind of makes me want to simultaneously cry and hug everyone around me in an exceedingly dopey fashion.

I had hoped this might be a cross-over between alignments and your character on Leverage, but even so it's still awesome.

Hard pressed to say which I love more: the TURDIS or Physician Buttinski's outfit. He's clearly the AU hobo Doctor- wearing others' cast-offs and living in a loo.

The invitation just said "Cast&Crew". No one thought to tell Wil that they weren't the only show in the building having a Christmas party that day.

I feel that the stage whispered "They're being weird again," is the sign of a healthy family. At least that's what I tell myself because it sure happens in mine. I'm giving you one of those "Wil wrote something awesome again" looks over the magic of the interwebs.