Today, I'm breaking one of the biggest rules of criticism:

Don't attempt to write an objective review if you're personally invested in the success of the product.

No, I don't have an uncle at Twisted Pixel (as far as I know). And no, I don't have stock in the skeletal puppetry biz. But there's a component of The Gunstringer that's so wonderful, so specifically hand-crafted just for me that my continued happiness relies on more of it being made.

This is my review of the The Gunstringer, and I can not be trusted.