After the bombs had fallen and the smoke had cleared, He crawled up on his blackened rock and judged His work. They called Him a murderer. They said billions had died. They did not understand. He had watched from His place of shelter as the people bit and kicked and clawed for survival, their souls truly alive for the first time. Billions of people had been born today. From His rock, He saw the shattered cityscape stretching away like an ashen shadow. The quiet, the blessed quiet He sought, was blighted by the sounds of survivors. They would not last. When the final ragged gasp of life died unnoticed in the dust, and the last monuments of man fell down broken and returned to an Earth that had given to them unwillingly, the footprint of life would be smothered and a stillness would come over the world. Up on that blackened rock, He took in the carcass of the old world; dried and cracked and dead and broken. He had done His part.

Oh gosh, it's another episode! Despite the advice of several professionals and everybody else, we have made another Chunder. And wouldn't you know, it's about video games. This time, long-absent Jim returns to talk about playing golf on a phone, Voppzy has spent time with dead people who are still alive, namely in Dying Light and The Last of Us, Jammy has played SteamWorld Dig 2 for about five minutes, and Kane goes on for ages about Stargate Online or something. Truly a worthwhile use of your time. If it isn't, then sorry.