Just a couple of guys who like to play games and yell at each other. Our videos will encompass everything from old favourites to the new and strange. So watch us play these games and yell at each other. We hope you find as much amusement out of this as we do.
It's not a journey
It's a drop in eternity
Many drops make the ocean
An ocean guided by visions
A fern by my window
And there you are
And there you are not
What happens when you search "Couch Crabs"? Well, you get a few humourous yahoo answers pages asking about whether or not the aforementioned place of sitting is a hot bed of STDs or STIs (whatever the kids call them now). Yesterday that all changed. From the depths of a Pittsburgh suburb a new brand of affliction [s]sweet shirts, bro[/s] has arisen.
I present to you Couch Crabs a show where two friends yell at each other while playing Sega Saturn games; inspired by years of tradition. Every year for the past 5 or 6 years we would set aside a day where we would dust off my Sega Saturn and play all of the games I have for it. Some games we never get past the first level, some are so laughably bad that we give up within a few minutes and one is an "Independence Day" movie tie-in game.
For our first outing we decided to play Mr. Bones. This game may very well be the most obscure, most bizarre, and most "so bad it's awesome" kind of thing. I'd actually never beaten the first level until about 3 years ago when we decided to give it a shot.
But what does this all mean to you? Is it but a song in the night you dare not to sing? Is it that no smoking sign you want to smoke in front of and have your picture taken while doing it so you can upload it to facebook with the caption #YOLO? We think you'll find this channel like the one who got away. If that 'one' were two guys teeth deep in the unemployment line who like to make archaic movie references.
We decided to make ourselves aware here first because we love this website. We've been lurking in this community for years and figured that well... this is our audience. So please, whether you're just passing through or an indoctrinated member of 'The Shattered' take a peek at our first outing. We're still working the kinks out, and planning out what to do when we run through my rather inglorious Sega Saturn library.
Now, you may find yourselves still wondering: what are Couch Crabs? We are more than a cheap video card, built-in MacBook microphone and a third of a case of Heineken Light. Simply said - it's your own soul looking into the void of eternity echoing that great question: Why?