The eleventh week of Fall 2026 has left the standings as motionless as the corpses in my crypt, and I, your horrifyingly demented guest correspondent am a necromancer, and I have been attempting to raise an army of the dead on these very grounds. Unfortunately, the living keep trampling through my graveyard, knocking over my tombstones, and making so much noise that even my most cooperative skeletons have requested earplugs. Not a single position in the standings changed, and I am beginning to suspect... (more...)









































