The Spy is a master of many things. Upside down kisses in the rain. Extreme tiddlywinks. Whoopee cushion placement. You name it, The Spy has an accomplishment badge sewn onto The Spy’s pants for it.
The Spy is also a master of perceiving strange ripples in the PC game industry continuum. Odd, beguiling, metaphysical patterns that seem to hint at, tantalisingly, a greater force at play in the PC gaming industry than even his most holy of holies, Lord Gaben. Cthulu is a distinct possibility, of course. The Spy is well acquainted with the The Great Dreamer’s mischief. But, no. More likely… the fates, perhaps, weaving their web? The Spy saw them once, you know, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. At ancient Sicycon they were, spinning the fates of PC gamers,…
