Bonjour, Super Gamers!
It’s been real quiet here as of late, but let it be known I am… sometimes… working on things. Should be a couple songs and a fun little story coming down the pipe. In the meantime, check out this awesome picture I had drawn for me on the Weirdle Sisters’ stream:
Here’s how I came to be the owner of such fine art:
First, I went to the stream (twitch.tv/asteroidea — check it out! Super fun.), then Troll Slayer was all, “Everyone type chicken races and we’ll randomly pick a winner!” The winner got to choose what was drawn and then got to keep the art. I didn’t win.
“Burrito is the winner!” the sisters yelled. Bretto, the winner, didn’t realize that meant them. And so, the call was not answered. And they picked at random again, and this time I was the winner! Sort of! A friend of mine won and gave the spoils to me.
I was asked what I wanted drawn, and told it had to be video game related. I blurted out: Mario tending to his flower garden. It got lost in the shuffle. I repeated: Mario tending to his flower garden. By this time, Bretto realized what was going on and declared themselves the true winner. Now, this wouldn’t be my first fight to the death, but we opted for a more civilized approach: a compromise: we’d both come up with a concept.
I think Bretto wanted a chicken. Just a chicken? I don’t remember. But to tie it all together I suggested Mario gardening and being attacked by a loose Zelda chicken. And there was much rejoicing.
So here’s the end product. I love it! Thank you Asteriodea and Troll Slayer! Once again, y’all can check out their stream here.
Oh, and one more thing. I made this short, silly “1950s Bowser professing his love to Princess Peach through karaoke” track that is perhaps fun and definitely dumb. Enjoy!
It’s about a three hour drive from Dauphin to Winnipeg. I make the drive often enough, and on my latest trip I tried coming up with game ideas. Here’s what I got:
Bowser’s Funhouse – No mushrooms in this Modern Day Mario. The titular character changes between tall, short, skinny, and fat based on his appearance in funhouse mirrors. Each form has unique abilities.
Eat Up and Away – A little girl wants to meet an alien. She eats clouds to float higher and higher.
Blarney – Bullshit your way to the top. Dialogue puzzles, multiple endings. Bonus stage: vertical platformer in which you scale Blarney Castle to kiss the stone.
Universim – Set the parameters, then watch a universe grow.
Conservation Officer – Protect Manitoba’s lakes from zebra mussels by inspecting and cleaning watercraft. Bonus stage: monitor the emerald ash borers’ movement and stop people from transporting firewood. It’s edu-tainment!
Body Builder – From the inside out, design creatures to inhabit and withstand various environments.
I’m in the midst of moving so I have no Internet for the next little while. Hopefully I won’t be SILENCED for long.
It’s brutal typing a full post on a phone, but I’ve managed to find an abandoned computer, so here’s a quick one: Continue reading
Put down that wholesome toy, Jimmy. Now there’s a better way to play!
I kid, I kid. I think this game looks amazing. What a fantastic concept! And it looks so warm. Why are trains so delightful? Way better than boats and planes. Continue reading
Futurama is the second best cartoon of all time. It’s better than The Simpsons (ever was). It’s better than Gargoyles. It is not better than ReBoot. Continue reading
That’s it, folks. The greatest save I’ll ever make. Hashtag Rocket League.
Happy E3 everybody!
Gaming fanfare is fun! I must admit, E3 doesn’t interest me half as much as my favourite streaming event, Awesome Games Done Quick, but it’s cool when everyone’s paying attention to the same thing and sharing in the excitement. Continue reading
No matter what I’m doing, if it isn’t gaming, a part of me nags: Isn’t this time you could be spending leveling up? I’ll be 31 this year and I’m not sure I’ll ever learn to ignore the fact that video games reward those who play them. Continue reading
Let me tell you about two video games.
You may have heard of them. I don’t know who you are or what you know. Here goes, anyway: Continue reading