Due to an unusual turn of events here at Privateer Press, many of my coworkers have recently joined a new diet craze. Apparently they can eat as much as they want, whenever they want, as long as they eat brains at least three or four times a day.
They say “you are what you eat,” and all that brain consumption seem to be paying off. A bunch of exciting new projects have been appearing on my desk, along with helpful notes like, “Needs more zombies” and “Potluck dinner Friday. Still need two bags of brains, brain casserole, loaf of brains.” I’ll pick up some ice on the way in.