So, I know we've all been wondering, what exactly is under those pant-moisteningly (In the bad sense.) scary big daddies' diving suits? after seeing the following screenshot from Dale North's article on the front page;
I realized the answer. Think for a second, that stance, the boots, the assbig gun on the right arm.
Now I know I'm sounding like good ole' Lucca here, but I have proof that link made it into our world and became a publisher of prints in mid 18th century Japan. You laugh? if I had a big kid blog i'd say hit the jump for dramatic effect but ah, I don't have a jump. So read on if you dare.
I was flipping through a book of early japanese print art when i came across this very work, I captured it with a shitty digital camera and a hand unsteadied by excitement.
Very nice, no? But look closely, do you see it?
Oh snap. is it?
The publisher is Urokogata-Ya Hammato (anybody?) and the seal is the motherloving triforce.
I found two other prints in the book with the same seal, is it some kind of message from Link? If so, Link just made Davinci's code His Bitch.
This falls under the catergory of "Not gaming related at all.. Not even as far as you can spit."
But does anyone else get irritated when you hear or read a certain word or phrase? For me, its always been the word "Plethora", i hate it with the passion i normally save for my marathon love making sessions (34.5 seconds is my record). I seriously wrote an ESSAY on how much and why much I disliked it back when i was being schooled. Do you have any that you don't like - hate? Bonus points if the word is related to gaming. The winner will recieve bacon.
This should give me geekitude+3 in my stats
http://www.flickr.com/photos/markyt/525543694/ all i did was pull a screenshot of dear beloved samus from a nes emulator. photoshop it to size and put up a little grid on the shoe and painted the whole shebang in with.... well.. paint. i might do another one with a smaller samus with some scenery and maybe a metroid.
You've seen them, they're everywhere. Testing your ability to fire upon unarmed top hat clad duckies or bludgeon neon colored laughing aliens with a baseball bat while under the influence of.. God only knows what, all for the prizes that sing their own siren's song; the gleaming sensual figures of electronic devices being promised for free, we stop our ears with wax to block, to escape, but every once in a while an advergame comes along that screams at you " You have never seen a thing in your life as stupid, nor as strange as I. wonders await if you click my shiny red button". This post is dedicated to they, the games that are so stupid, so strange that they defy and scoff at any attempt made to estimate the amount of drug usage it's creators inflicted upon themselves. many times the simplicity or horrible design or both of these games is almost zenlike. on the bottom of this post is a link to a archive of myspace advergames you can play any one of them without the actual chance of you winning the said electronic devices and/or ringtones. I'll put down some of my favorites and you can join in on the fun and do the same in the comments.