This week RPS has been racked by staff absences due to illness, family affairs, press trips, and a dire force of negation called “holiday”. For a while, on Friday, I thought I might be the only one left. “Is there anyone alive out there?” I howled, guiding my lifeboat among the frozen gobbets of discount gaming keyboard. “Can anyone hear me?” Then, I heard a few, faint voices on the wind. Good news: RPS still has some writers and what’s more, they have plans for the weekend.
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