subhumanzoids

I’ll be honest with you, I really don’t do many “time killing” things on the internet since I don’t whittle away my days in a stuffy office. Instead, I spend them in a stuffy room filled with the kind of junk that would embarrass an eleven year-old.

With that saucy image in mind, it’s pretty apparent why Pixel Jam‘s games click with me, and why I’m miffed that I didn’t find them sooner. Actually, I’m not, because I don’t dig around for webgames ever! Why should I when I’m perpetually working three feet away from a doggone gametopia?

Pixel Jam is really rad, though. You can even control the moon man on the menu! I highly recommend Gamma Bros., first and foremost. I played it to solution last night and loved it, even if I was thinking about how much better it would be with a gamepad the whole time.

I’m also pretty smitten with Ratmaze 2, to be honest with you. I suggest popping that one on (after beating the original, duh), setting the screen to scroll and going to town on that darn cheese!

Goodness, look, it’s Gas Baby! Remember him? Quick question: were everyone’s fave babe to make a full-fledged return, what would be your medium of choice?

Goodness gracious, two in a row!? We had an itch we needed to scratch, and Halloween and Death Sentence ain’t gettin’ any younger. So, naturally, we talk about those flicks and then open the floor to Umair as he lets us in on his latest project, Castellari’s Law.

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Umair: the brown prince of the Robotronic Kingdom

Since I lack the ability to tell dirty fibs, you’ll surely believe me when I inform you of the latest Robotronic Dynamite! episode, right? In fact, it is our twentieth, and I believe this milestone merits some form of celebration. Celebrate by listening.

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To add to this jubilant entry, I’ll “spoil” the fact that we are going to record another episode in just a hair under 90 150 200 minutes!

Not to you, Umair, but to the SEGA DREAMCAST. Sorry, but one day you filthy humans will all be nothing but dusty memories and the advent of your births will be no more than earmarked dates on crumpled, fading Garfield calendars.

I think your logo is keen…
Machines, however, are timeless! I’m firm in my belief that once my Dreamcast becomes sentient on its tenth anniversary in 2009, I will be a faithful servant that works only for its sustained life force, questing only for fuel to churn its still beating mechanical heart.

I had a big test the day after the Dreamcast’s launch. It was my first year of college and I screwed around a lot, but never so much as that evening that I waited until midnight for it to pop from Funcoland’s grimy birth canal. I took it home and was wowed by its graphical prowess, titillated by the superfluous visuals on its VMUs, and captivated by the veritable treasure trove of day one titles I had holed away and exploded money upon.

… your firm bodice serene like that of a dream!
Here’s to you, oh fanciful white steed on which I rode into many virtual battles; the saddle that gripped me during over 200 hours of Phantasy Star Online, for instance. I procured some fine pumpkin ale last night, and I will most definitely be toasting to you this eve.