The cast of Community gets a much needed Street Fighter redesign thanks to Ben Deguzman. Get a break down of each character mash up at deviantART. Via: justinrampage

The cast of Community gets a much needed Street Fighter redesign thanks to Ben Deguzman. Get a break down of each character mash up at deviantART.

Via: justinrampage

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Ok, so I’m probably not gonna bother with Saints Row: The Third (see: Skyrim), but for what it’s worth, it deserves a mention for being a veritable kick-in-the-gonads victory for offensively OTT games.

The complete disregard for political correctness and single-minded quest for mother-sickening outrageousness makes this look like an insanely fun game to play. That is, if you’re okay with: 

  • Thwocking your enemies with purple dildo bats (note the choice of sound effect).
  • Army camo costumes? Pfft. How about full-body furry suits?
  • Repeatedly getting yourself get hit by cars to collect insurance fraud money.
  • Manapults = catapults + humans as ammo.
  • Naked skydiving.

Added to the fact that the game developers seem like genuinely funny, albeit twisted and slightly sociopathic guys gives this game an added dose of charm. Quote: “A good night for a furry is a terrible night for the dry cleaners.”

Get this if you’re huge on GTA but wish those guys who make weird Japanese sex-fetish games had a hand in it.

Skyrim Diary: Sven the Dragon Molester I’ve played many video games in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that matches the scale or immensity of Skyrim. I’ve only racked up 3 to 4 hours thus far but I can already feel the tenseness forming in my arsecheeks just thinking about what else lies in wait - oh, about 300 more hours of Skyrim to go? No biggie. In hindsight, in the excitement of wanting to jump into the thick of it, I might’ve made the mistake of rushing through the character creation step. I ended up settling for the default Nord race and christening him with an uninspiring name (which shall remain unmentioned). I had toyed with the token Norse-like, “woof-y” sounding names like Olaf, Thorsen, Gunther, Ole-Gunnar and such only to realize that I should’ve just named it Sven Goran (Erikssen). It would’ve been perfect: chaotic good alignment, thieving brigand with a wavering moral compass? Juxtaposed against that infamous Swedish coach who’s consistently thieved his way to fat paycheques from top football clubs - sign contract, run team to the ground, collect severance fee? Oh well. Guess I’m stuck with a burly Billy Corgan lookalike for now. From what I’ve seen so far, my Skyrim character’s diary would read: Took a nap at an inn - is 10 gold per night a good deal?  Oooh, lots of wenches! Had trouble finding Whiterun. That’s the last time I decide to go town-hopping in the middle of the night - it’s difficult to read roadsigns in the moonlight.   Fuck you, dire wolves, pouncing at me from behind bushes.  Wait, why are wolves packing gold and pants?  Watched a tutorial on how to steal in Skyrim. It involves putting buckets on NPC’s heads.  Oh wait, I just discovered that I’m anti-dragon. But I like dragons!  Alchemy? Pfft. Necromancy is where the party be at.

Skyrim Diary: Sven the Dragon Molester

I’ve played many video games in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that matches the scale or immensity of Skyrim. I’ve only racked up 3 to 4 hours thus far but I can already feel the tenseness forming in my arsecheeks just thinking about what else lies in wait - oh, about 300 more hours of Skyrim to go? No biggie.

In hindsight, in the excitement of wanting to jump into the thick of it, I might’ve made the mistake of rushing through the character creation step. I ended up settling for the default Nord race and christening him with an uninspiring name (which shall remain unmentioned).

I had toyed with the token Norse-like, “woof-y” sounding names like Olaf, Thorsen, Gunther, Ole-Gunnar and such only to realize that I should’ve just named it Sven Goran (Erikssen). It would’ve been perfect: chaotic good alignment, thieving brigand with a wavering moral compass? Juxtaposed against that infamous Swedish coach who’s consistently thieved his way to fat paycheques from top football clubs - sign contract, run team to the ground, collect severance fee?

Oh well. Guess I’m stuck with a burly Billy Corgan lookalike for now. From what I’ve seen so far, my Skyrim character’s diary would read:

  • Took a nap at an inn - is 10 gold per night a good deal? 
  • Oooh, lots of wenches!
  • Had trouble finding Whiterun. That’s the last time I decide to go town-hopping in the middle of the night - it’s difficult to read roadsigns in the moonlight.  
  • Fuck you, dire wolves, pouncing at me from behind bushes. 
  • Wait, why are wolves packing gold and pants? 
  • Watched a tutorial on how to steal in Skyrim. It involves putting buckets on NPC’s heads. 
  • Oh wait, I just discovered that I’m anti-dragon. But I like dragons! 
  • Alchemy? Pfft. Necromancy is where the party be at.

Things that are guaranteed giggles: 

Best part - 4:10 onwards, where they walk into a convenience store run by Asians geriatrics who just watch mesmerized, yet unimpressed.

Via: i09

Video games killed the Delfino star

The last 2-3 years of my life have, for the most part, been overwhelmingly dominated by the pedantry of adulthood and working life. I suppose it’s an inevitability: the unbridled recklessness of youth and the pursuit of adventure eventually takes a backseat to paying bills, saving for the future, matrimonial best man duties, trading in sneakers for loafers and such. 

Over the span of the last 2-3 months, I’d taken active measures to ease the workload in an attempt to gain a semblance of balance between work and play. Less meetings and killer deadlines, more FIFA and comic books. In the midst of doing what are obviously young men’s fancies, there’s a curmudgeonly part of me that scoffs at how such things can be seen as a massive waste of time - immature and being of little value (apart from the rare occasions where pop-culture knowledge gives an edge in Trivial Pursuit or Pictionary). 

If there’s one thing about myself that I’ve been told often enough to believe, it might be the observation that I’ve always been mature for my age. While this was likely more evident in my younger days when it was easier to appear level-headed and mature when juxtaposed with college fratboy-types, I’ve always wondered whether it was maturity born out of genetic hardwiring or simply the byproduct of filial piety, Catholic upbringing and ultimately, a pitiful weekly allowance (youthful recklessness was often expensive and having little money as a teen meant having to find cheaper, but often more constructive ways off passing time).

You spend most of your early years wanting to grow up as soon as possible and the irony of adulthood is realizing what a shit deal it is. 

As my twentysomethings dwindle out, it’s pretty obvious that I’m more intent on regressing as the years go by, as if to make up for fast-tracking adulthood way too early on. While my peers are starting businesses, getting married, having kids and deliberating on various shades of wallpaper and furnishing, I’ve spent most of my time wondering whether I’ve missed out on some of the cheaper thrills of youth like listening to shitty bass-drenched music, practicing poor personal hygiene and the like.

All of a sudden, I find myself in the awkward zone between kidult and whatever else is beyond that stage in life, struggling to cling on to the last vestiges of youth before it explodes in an unspectacular and underwhelming display of fireworks that spell out the word “O-L-D”. 

I’m not really sure what 2012 brings and the apathy settling in means I can’t really be arsed to think too far ahead. All I can think of now is how I probably owe it to myself to make up for all those lost weekends with a hardcore diet of video games (FIFA 12, Uncharted 3, Skyrim, Arkham City), TV shows (Mad Men S2 - S4, Ugly Americans S2) and my obscene pile of comics purchased, but not read.

Long story short: I’ve been working really hard just so video games can ruin my life for the next 3 months or so. And then when Diablo 3 launches, things get really bad.

Until then.

justinrampage:

Artist Campbell Whyte updated his list of “8 Bit Dreams” illustrations and now the entire flashback collection is on sale in print form!

Head over to Etsy to check them all out.

8 Bit Dreams by Campbell Whyte (Etsy) (Twitter)

Classic video game revelation of the day: Double Dragon’s ending isn’t just a friendly tussle between brothers. Turns out one of them was a rapist. See:  It seemed totally random at the time, and as kids, we just rolled with it because “fighting is the best!” However, in one of those text scenes that our impatient thumbs flew past, it’s revealed that Jimmy is the one who secretly kidnapped Marian. So what you saw through child’s eyes as a fun little section where you finally got to fight each other, you now know was a (possibly post-rape) struggle between brothers in a society that collapsed, leaving violence and death as the only laws. Suddenly, there’s something just a little less innocent about the tied up woman on the wall wearing 2/3 of a skirt. Heavy. I thought the game was about high-fiving brothers who had to save their sister.   Via: Cracked - 5 Classic Games That Had WTF Backstories

Classic video game revelation of the day: Double Dragon’s ending isn’t just a friendly tussle between brothers. Turns out one of them was a rapist. See: 

It seemed totally random at the time, and as kids, we just rolled with it because “fighting is the best!” However, in one of those text scenes that our impatient thumbs flew past, it’s revealed that Jimmy is the one who secretly kidnapped Marian.

So what you saw through child’s eyes as a fun little section where you finally got to fight each other, you now know was a (possibly post-rape) struggle between brothers in a society that collapsed, leaving violence and death as the only laws. Suddenly, there’s something just a little less innocent about the tied up woman on the wall wearing 2/3 of a skirt.

Heavy. I thought the game was about high-fiving brothers who had to save their sister.  

Via: Cracked - 5 Classic Games That Had WTF Backstories

Finally finished LA Noire last night. Managed decent scores during my last few missions but I’ve concluded that I’d still be the world’s worst detective, if it ever came to that. Still, can’t say I’ve played a game quite as immersive as this (see: compulsion to wait it out at red traffic lights, apologizing to video game characters for failing to bring criminals to justice). On an irreverent note, if you’ve ever had the urge to make Cole Phelps dance…

Finally finished LA Noire last night. Managed decent scores during my last few missions but I’ve concluded that I’d still be the world’s worst detective, if it ever came to that.

Still, can’t say I’ve played a game quite as immersive as this (see: compulsion to wait it out at red traffic lights, apologizing to video game characters for failing to bring criminals to justice).

On an irreverent note, if you’ve ever had the urge to make Cole Phelps dance…

If I had this, I would most likely frame it or stick it onto my wall.  Via: lv92mudkip - Mario dollar I made.

If I had this, I would most likely frame it or stick it onto my wall. 

Via: lv92mudkip - Mario dollar I made.

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Via Gamefreaksnz: [Throne Of Games]