A picture of potatoes, one of which has been edited to include small vampire teeth

The Mid-Game Crisis Cast! – Episode One: Attack Of The Vampire Potatoes

It’s the first episode of the brand new Mid-Game Crisis podcast! Summoning all our creative abilities, we have imaginatively titled it… The Mid Game Crisis Cast! Dazzling! This is the pilot episode, of course. We’re working on the intro music and ironing out the kinks, but we had such a good time recording it we couldn’t wait for you to hear it.

In this episode, we mourn the passing of an unsung hero, discuss physical surprise mechanics, unravel the mystery of Gnomey McGnome and ponder that most elusive of beasts, the vampire potato.

DISCLAIMER: When we last recorded a podcast, Jamie’s microphone was a tin can with a frayed string attached. He’s got a brilliant microphone now, which is why there’s a couple of audio blips because it’s TOO good and he hasn’t figured out how the hell to work it yet.

ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: Discord shit the bed in the last minute or two of recording. Enjoy our WhatsApp weird audio goodbye.

Episode Two will be way better. Unless it isn’t, because of surprise mechanics.



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Back once again, with the ill behaviour…

We’re back! Yes, Jamie and Alan have rebranded, relaunched, reanimated, whatever you want to call it.

Formerly Sticktwiddlers, we’re now in our mid thirties and are usually too tired to twiddle anything, so we play games instead. We miss constantly bothering the eyes and ears of the masses with our musings, so we’ve dusted off the microphones, limbered up our typing digits and we’re back, baby.

What’s coming up? Lots! Loads, even.
Being award-nominated podcasters (even it that was about seventy years ago, when podcasts were in black and white) we’re thrilled to announce the new weekly Mid Game Crisis Cast, which will be live every Tuesday night around 7pm. Plus we’ll be streaming on Twitch, knocking up some Youtube content and we may even resurrect the long lost art of writing things. Archaic, no?

Two bitter old men, rambling into a microphone and suchlike. Good stuff.