So I saw a request for Steam gifts (PC games for the uninitiated) in exchange for commissions.
So I sent her a copy of a game that I frequently buy for people in the hopes that they’ll play it. It had just gone on sale so the timing was perfect. The response was glorious (Courtesy of https://twitter.com/Codemakura).
First, an recreation of an older BlazBlue meme:
Followed by a revealing of something I never noticed about my main:
And then, a poorly drawn bee (finally ha ha):
Not content just to watch, another friend of mine joined in:
Just so we’re in the clear I love this song just like everyone else in the world (and not just because I was brainwashed to do so by Bayonetta). However, the whole romantic flight to space thing that has been mentioned many times in popular culture has left me more than a little puzzled.
Right off the bat there’s the attire you’ll both be wearing. Either you’ll be remaining within the spacecraft to have a more relaxed variety of clothing options in which case you’re just spending your trip inside (although the view out the window would be nice I guess) or you’ll be outside of the space craft and wearing space suits. I’ve honestly never been in a space suit but I have never seen a picture of a person wearing a spacesuit that has led me to thinking of anything particularly romantic. Aside from that bit of craziness in Final Fantasy VIII of course.
Then there’s space itself. Although the scenery would be extremely beautiful and two people could truly feel alone together, I feel like the latter would be a novelty that would wear off quickly. Realistically two people can only admire themselves with no interruption for so long before boredom would set in. A time that would be much, much shorter than the time it would take to get into space in the first place.
All in all it seems like an excursion would to space may be somewhat romantic if you could make the trip easily, but with that said if it became easy to travel to space then everyone would do it and it would take much of the power and intimacy of such a trip in the first place. Or maybe I’m just jaded.
So I’m trying to play some Tekken online with some friends the other night but my PS3 was all like “I ain’t reading your cable buddy-guy!” to which I responded “Why not and since when could you talk?”. Turns out it didn’t feel like having anything plugged into it that night so I had to play wireless but Tekken Tag Tournment 2 has slick netcode so nobody was any the wiser.
Then the next day I tried to play some Street Fighter X Tekken online because the big patch is here and I have to pretend I didn’t openly despise the game all this time for at least a couple months. My PS3 finally consented to taking the cord, but the experience was . . . Jarring to say the least. The visuals would show a hit that was actually a block, people were randomly teleporting halfway across the screen instead of jumping . . . I don’t what game this was but it wasn’t the one I signed up for!
So I hit up Skype and talked to buddy I was playing online with the other night about how I should make amends to my internet. He suggested poetry and flowers.
. . . Genius!
It took me a week to make the arrangements but I knew it would be worth it. Then the time came on a quiet Friday evening. After laying a bouquet of several dozen roses onto the modem I brought in a local barbershop quartet to sing this poem:
You’re so fine.
Now please let me/
Just in case that wasn’t classy enough, I also paid them to sing this haiku:
“Oh you, internet.
Please, please, please, please, please, please, please
Work for me now? Please?”
My significant other questioned how I could afford all of this, especially since I told her I was too broke to do much for Valentine’s Day. To which I told her that maybe I would pay more attention to her if she did stuff like this:
(Don’t read too much into that one, okay?)
I’d give credit, but she put her name and the inspiration right there! Plus one for my laziness! But seriously, thanks Ting Ting, you rock! :3
Left 4 Dead
Noitu Love 2: Devolution
Penny Arcade’s On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness: Episode 3
DOOM (Original 3 episodes)
Raiden Fighter Aces
KoF Sky Stage
50 Cent: Blood on the Sand
Prince of Persia: Forgotten Sands
Dead to Rights: Retribution
Tekken Tag Tournament 2 (Platinum Trophy)
King of Fighters XIII (Platinum Trophy)
Call of Duty: Black Ops (The first one [Oh Dog, why?])
Medal of Honor (2010)
Ace Combat: Assault Horizon
The Simpsons Arcade Game
Earthworm Jim HD
Super Mario Land 3D
Star Fox 64 3D
Dead or Alive: Dimensions (Story mode)
Mighty Switch Force
Golden Sun: Dark Dawn
Lumines Supernova (Depending on definition of finishing)
Playstation All-Stars Battle Royal (Platinum Trophy)
Mortal Kombat 9 (Story mode)
Really Big Sky Infinity (Again, depending on definition)
Mimana Iya Chronicle
Gitaroo Man Lives!
Age of Zombies
That’s not even one a week ha ha. I must try harder!
So this week is the Halifax Pop Explosion. Starting tomorrow I’m going to be hitting up various places downtown and staying out stupid late for five nights straight. Even though I don’t drink (usually) I’m 25 going 0n 60 and I only have one day off after to sleep in before I start a new temp day job on Monday. That’s going to be like a four coffee day.
Last night I finished Xenoblade Chronicles. It’s kind of an amazing game. I was going to start The Last Story but decided I should probably play something stupid first as a gaming wind-down of sorts. After finding a cheap copy I decided on 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand.
Gameplay-wise it’s actually pretty decent. But man is the story ever terrible. Terrible in the most brilliant way. I’m a third of the way through it and I still don’t understand exactly what they’re trying to convey here. Ever see something that . . . It’s like you don’t understand it, but it’s not over your head? Is it possible for something to actually be under your level of comprehension? Also, his music plays in the background at all times. This is the most rap I’ve listened to since junior high. I imagine that’s still the demographic for modern rap.
From the game’s article on Wikipedia: “Charlie Brooker mocked the game’s perceived infantile pretense of maturity on the BBC program Gameswipe. “The game’s so desperate to appear grown-up it ends up looking downright ridiculous, like an adolescent straining to grow a whispery little moustache and bragging about how many girls he’s fingered.” ”
Nathan from Newfoundland sent me this one. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume this wasn’t hand-drawn. Thanks Nathan!
For the people out there who aren’t all up in the whole modern gaming thing, Fallout 3 is a game that takes place after World War III. It’s played in the first person perspective (Meaning the point of view is from the character’s eyes.) and features a lot of traveling around by foot. Although you’re given details on what you’re supposed to do to advance the story you’re also free to just roam around, explore old buildings, scavenge stuff, fight weird radioactive things and meet random people as you please. So with that said . . .
So I’m wandering around the former town of Grayditch this one time a couple years ago. Grayditch is a rundown town that is completely covered in mutated ants, some of which breath fire and are the size of a large man.
I slowly made my way though all of the buildings I could find above ground, sweeping the area completely and killing all of the ants along the way. After finishing this I made my way to the entrance of a tunnel that led underground. I figured that the queen’s nest was down there and I wanted to gather whatever information I could regarding the source of these ants.
The tunnel proved to be a slow crawl. As expected there were many, many large ants in my way. After fighting my way for what must’ve been at least an hour (Hour and a half?) or so when accounting for both the above ground and underground portions I came across . . . A metallic door? How perfectly odd.
Approaching the door it suddenly opened itself as I was a mere two or three steps away. They haven’t learned how to open doors on their own, have they? But this was no ant. This was an ordinary human being. A scientist of average height and build greeted me. The fact that the door opened so suddenly and the fact that the man was so drastically different from anything I had seen for hours scared me.
It scared me to the point that I threw the controller onto the floor and screamed as loud as I could.
Apparently this is the most terrifying creature in the ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE!
I was living with a couple of friends at the time. One of them was already in the living room and was wondering what was so scary about this man/how potentially insane I must be. The other ran out of his room, asking if I was okay. To this I responded by pointing my finger at the television and yelling:
“A MAN JUST WALKED OUT THAT DOOOOOOOOOR!”
It’s been said that I’m an extremely high-strung person.
Actually, I tried to start a two-man act with a friend of mine (Let’s call him DJ Sven again because he still be spinning like mad yo.) a couple of years ago. It was going to be called Anger Cake and our band logo would have a cake being smashed with a hammer. It was pretty friggin’ awesome. The only thing that got in our way and the very thing that destroyed our endeavor was the fact that we had absolutely no ideas about anything whatsoever beyond those two things.
I need to start over beginning with a new name. Using Anger Cake wouldn’t be cool since that was something I was supposed to start with somebody else. I’m thinking something along the lines of Birthday Box for now, but I’ll dwell on that for a bit.
Now I need to pick a genre of music. I don’t really have any talents with an instrument, but I hear that ‘spoken word’ is a genre? Basically someone loudly tells a story while someone else plays music. Not really singing per say, but I feel it’s something I could do with some practice. As for the background music I’ll need something that will stand out. Nobody’s really made it big with an accordion player in their band recently have they?
As for subject manner I need to pick something agreeable that hasn’t already been covered a million times already. Social/political commentary is overdone, hot-button issues will drive people away and I have to avoid being too preachy. So I guess I’ll have to use my spoken word music to raise awareness of the dangers of carnivorous jellybeans and the like.
Anybody wanna sign up to be my accordion player? I can’t promise that I’ll be able to pay you anything but we’ll have a hell of a journey at least.