Oh no. Readers, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know about it, I swear, but that’s hardly a defence is it? Give me a taste of the bosun’s rope-end, if you insist. Lock me in the guard room till I get sober, it’s only fair, or put me in the bilge and make me drink it. If you heave me by the leg in a runnin’ bowline, I’ll understand. It’s all warranted. I’ve been at RPS for seven months and am only now posting about Blackwake: Dead Marque, a multiplayer naval FPS about broadsiding and boarding with destructible ships. I know! Come look, then we can decide what to do with this drunken sailor.