As far as you know, my name is Kitt Walker. I'm in my late 20's ( figured this way I don't need to update every year for at least another 4 years ) and, as is par for the course here, I live for gaming. There's not much in this world that excites me, but gaming is something I am very passionate about.
My trail through the web is littered with social networks, part of the reason I finally signed up for Dtoid ( like gaming and myspace had babies. awww ) rather than just lurking. Should you wish to stalk my better established profiles, you can find me thusly:
For the past few years, I've made a point of doing Halloween as a video game character. You might think it's sad or childish to dress up for Halloween when you're nearly 30, but it's the one holiday that I actually care about...and thankfully, my group of friends mostly feel the same way.
So, I thought since I'm in a bit Halloween-y mood today ( bought the last parts for my costume today ) that I would compile the past few years of costumes that I've done.
Now, it's usually my job to take photos at our parties, since I have the nicest camera, so, trying to find photos of me fully dressed up has not been easy. Or possible, in some cases.
Leon S Kennedy
Not a single photo taken with me with the jacket on. Or doing a suitable pose, gun in hand. Not one. The fact is, I bought the jacket the year before, as my everyday normal jacket, purely because it looked like Leon's jacket. And also because I'd just bought that jacket in GunZ, but the GunZ jacket has a much larger and fluffier collar.
Again, not a single photo of the big yellow 13 on my back. This was before Fallout 3 came out, so no one knew who I was. Except on guy, way up the back ( we were at a Radio Soulwax Halloween Gig ) who I think was working the sound, or checking coats...whatever, he got really excited when he saw me, and shook my hand and shouted in my hear who he thought I was. After three times on not hearing a single thing he said ( it was pretty loud there ) I just screamed "YEA!" and nodded emphatically. Does that count?
Ahhhhhh Manny Calavera. This outfit won me a prize over on Kotaku, actually. Course they, like everyone else, failed to pick up on the fact that Manny's suit was white, not black. But, I didn't have a white suit..and I sure as shit wasn't gonna buy one for the sake of one night! So I just didn't mention it.
I still have the Manny's head. Was made ( as all of my outfits are ) by my wonderful girlfriend. She loves to craft! It was basically a large sheet of light card, with tights for eye. Or hose, if your american. That's right, isn't it? Tights = hose? God I wish you guys were learn to speak fucking English.
My boss actually borrowed this head last year for a Halloween LAN that he went to. Was it Halloween? Or was it just some stupid fancy dress lan? I can't remember...
no idea. Did I do anything this year? There are no photos of it, and I really don't think I remember it. But then, I barely remember any Halloween. lol.
I'm sure there was a great photo of this outfit, with me peering round a door, gun in hand....but I can't find it. :(
A fairly simple outfit, in that it was a black long sleeve tshirt and a pair of grey cargo trousers, it was the night-vision goggles that were the key feature of this get up.
Made from some welders protective eyewear, a small tube with an LED was fitted to the front, with the cabling routed through a hole in the middle, to a battery pack with an on/off switch. Which I thought was well fancy!
And that is all of the photos on my hard disk...to get earlier years, I would need to go hunting down back up disks. Which, I should actually do anyway, at some point....So maybe I'll make a part 2 of this, if there is anything interesting on the disks.
Which brings us to...
This year, I was going to go as Travis Touchdown, but I couldn't find a decent red leather jacket. Then I thought about doing the outfit I've been half planning for the past few years...Razputin from Psychonauts....but sudden financial constrictions forced that one off the table, as well as any extravagant ideas I may have had.
I'm afraid to say, I bowed out to the ways of "keeping costs down" and went for Agent 47 from Hitman. I've got a suit, a striped white shirt, a red tie, a pair of silver pistols ( painted them myself ) and a bald cap, with a barcode drawn on the back. I'm considering a piano/guitar wire garrote and maybe a bright green syringe.
You wander in and your instantly surrounded by an army of screaming, wailing fetus'...feti...fetuses....fuck it...little people, with their tiny little faces that you just want to kick, and their grubby little fingers and freakishly short legs! All clamoring and running around, getting all in my way.
Now, I'm not saying that I have a right to be there and they don't, but at least I behave mysel...Wait...what percentage of games these days are under 18, anyway? Maybe they don't have a right to be there...sneaky little fuckers.
So, I'm trying to get in to the games shelf, so I can see what's there, and not only are these tiny monstrosities running under my feet and preventing me from getting in to the lower shelves, but their parents...oh god, the parents. The parents deserve their own little side rant...
The parents view games shops as a domain for children. That they are merely bankrolling the whole operation and without the kids they wouldn't dare set foot in such an tawdry establishment. Which makes me, a solitary male adult, not working there, a pedophile. Straight up. I'm lurking around the modern equivalent of a child's play park.
I mean, they actually mutter to each other, warning other parents of the potential danger, that I might separate one from the pack and ravish them. Hell, I already have an "in"...I know they like video games!..."hey little boy. Wanna come home and see my Pokemans?"
There are a few parents there that don't look at me as filth. In fact, they don't look at me at all. I'm invisible. And as they are standing just behind little Timmy letting him peruse the GTAs and the BMX XXX's of the world, they block the way completely. As if a tiny person darting back and forth isn't enough to stop me getting close to the games, the 6 foot shadow, copying his erratic movements sure works well at impeding me.
And then, insult to injury, when I finally get into to where I want to get at, and I finally get a game in my hands and I'm trying to decide between two games...two games I've read about and look up online and debating the merits and pitfalls with friends....the Shop Staff descend.
"Do you need any help today, sir"
One of the few times I get called sir, without it being followed by "you're making a scene"
I genuinely look like a geek. I really do. I have a beard and glasses. I'm a bit fat. I'm likely wearing a gaming t-shirt. My MP3 is likely pumping out some game soundtrack. I smell. I'm unmistakably in my element in a gaming environment.
Of all the lost looking souls in the place, of all the vacuous vacant expressions in the room, mine is the one you least worry about. I know what I'm in for and, from past experience, from prior attempts at conversation with you, that you, dear Member of Staff, know nothing of gaming.
So, no, it's not that he chose me, as a fellow geek to converse with, that "Do you need any help today" is code for, "lets chat about games".
The final kick in the nuts of these experiences is always that the price of any high street store is always higher than online. Always. But I'm an impatient person. The thought of my game spending 2 days in an envelope prison tumbling through the postal system tears me up. A postman is manhandling my game. I bought that! I bought it and I have to wait 2-5 days before I can do anything with it? Fuck, no wonder piracy is so widerife.
So, for all it's faults, I like the immediacy of actual factual shops. It's just every single other aspect of it that does my tits in.
It's a well established fact that I never grew up. I still play with toy guns and collect scantily clad anime models; I play a lot of video games, and I still laugh at fart jokes.
But, like it or not, I'm getting old and I'm really beginning to fear turning 30...so, it was on my 27th birthday ( just the other day there, on May 8th ) that my wonderful girlfriend knew exactly how to make me feel young again....
A customised Munny in the form of Grim Fandango's Manny Calavera!
First of all, being a Munny, it's a toy for grown ups! When you have company over, you can discuss the artisitic merits of bespoke customisations and the thriving dominance urban street culture plays in the modern role of our perception of what art is, and how that will evolve as our it becomes more mainstream....and then, When no one is around, you can still play with it and pretend to make him speak!
I've got a few Munnys, but they all just sit there, blank. I've too many ideas, and not enough skill to execute any solid plan, so they just sit there. But this is the first one to have anything on him, the first one to have a purpose!
Secondly, I've always had a soft spot for Grim Fandango ( or indeed anything Tim Schafer ). When we first bought our blank Munny figures, we printed out LOADS of the templates and doodled for days, just chucking together ideas. While many of my girlfriends ideas were varied and original, I stuck to the tried and tested "what gaming character would look good as a Munny?" theme.
Early plans showed that Sam Fisher from Splinter Cell would be a good one, but in recent times, with the disapponting games and the new one taking forever to come out, I've waned on that idea a slight.
Manny Calavera, however, is a persistent and unshakable figure...there are no sequels to sully the memory, no spin-offs to tarnish the reputation, just pure liquid awesome. In a cup.
Funnily enough, I never even thought of Manny when I was thinking of characters to make, which made unwrapping this a MASSIVE surprise.
There is a third, deeply more sinister reason that I'm making such a big deal posting this Munny all over every site that will take it. Y'see, my girlfriend and one of my closest best friends don't really get along. At all. It may or not be helped by the fact that my friend is a girl, and girlfriends always seem to frown upon relationship such as that. Well, last year, for my birthday, my friend painted me a picture that means a lot to me...and I made something of a big deal about how awesome a gift it was...
Which put my girlfriends nose out of joint, as they say. And I've had to listen to it for a year. So this year, she made me a Manny. And I'm making a point of showing her that I love it. It's all bloody politics, I tell you. :(
I will likely get some more photos of Manny at some point, maybe even with a more relevant backdrop ( give me a break..it was my birthday and I was getting ready for a night on the town....the leathery beanbag was the first thing to hand! ), which I will put up on my Flickr page as and when they happen. But for now, there are a few pictures attached ( including one of the box, modded to say Manny ^_^ )