Penguin Colony is probably the best pisstake of Lovecraft and Lovecraftian horror I’ve played. It’s the best because it places Lovecraft’s universe at a creaturely remove, amplifying its absurdity without having to drop any punchlines. Entering a ravaged polar campsite, I advance among burning tents and uniformed corpses to a pioneer seated on a crate, who is busily sawing his own face off. Ice and snow shrill overhead and Lenval Brown’s narration rumbles in my bones, speaking of eldritch relics…