The latest edition of DCC is a nonstop joy rocket launched directly into the pleasure centers of your brain where it explodes with second-stage sinful sizzles. It’s good. It’s SO good. It’s just ended and I want to throw a bucket of money into a wheelbarrow of gold just to dump it on the author’s doorstep so he never stops writing. But I lost my bucket and my wheelbarrow lost its… wheel. So stop reading this review and buy it now so we can crowdfund a celestial loot Hindenburg box to crash land on his front yard.
He’ll get the message.