Ever had that joke you wanted to tell? Every time you thought about it, it made you laugh out loud like some crazy fuck? Then, when you finally TELL the joke, most of the people in the room look at you wondering whether you're weed, crack, or just a little mentally retarded?

That, in fifty-two words, is roughly what Staffers is. Don't think Penny Arcade. Don't think VGCats. Don't think F@NBOY$. Heck, not even CTRL-ALT-DLT for fucksakes. This isn't really supposed to be funny. Staffers is a series of in-jokes, drawn out in the form of strips, meant to give this site consistent updates and keep the staff active. It's a cheap little piece of shit we all use to practice on. Jet, Kenzo, Skat, and I practice writing our humor, forming jokes. All the artists practice their characters, their backgrounds, their inks. We DO have some minimal quality control standards. We pass scripts around the core staff before approving them. You will find some strips that are absolutely hilarious (hopefully). You will find some strips that are absolutely terrible. They give everyone on staff a chance to practice, while at the same time doing something for the site. It really is a good system. So if we happen to make you laugh at Nuckles's gigantic boob size, the child eating death monkey, the toilet dwelling undead zombie Mario, great. If not, don't be too hard on us, cause we weren't really doing it for you anyway, jerk.

If you want to go read something serious that craves your criticism or praise, go read Redux (seriously, go read it, right now. Or we'll find you.). If you want to read something that may or may not have you chuckling to yourself, more out of politeness then out of actual hilarity, give Staffers a whirl.