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You should be playing Captain Forever

Go to captainforever.com, read what Capt. Farbs has to say, pay your $15, and strap in because space is the terrifying place.

Quickly, you will find yourself at the helm of the dinkiest little ship ever loosed on The Great Emptiness Between The Stars. Lost and alone, you’ll be both relieved and frightened when a message buoy slides into view with a pile of spare parts and the message that other nearby vessels “may resort to piracy” in desperation born of some unexplained disaster.

Grab the chunks of armor, thrusters, and lasers. Dock them to your tiny pod (“The Nemesis”) and run like hell, because that message was the truth. For no apparent reason, everyone is coming for you. Assemble your makeshift warship cleverly, fly deftly, and you’ll find that taking out the command modules of enemy vessels releases new and improved bits to tack onto your own. Carefully consider your targets and improve your hardware gradually. Get in over your head and all that hard-won junk will get blown to bits. Soak up too much enemy fire with your module and, well…

Captain Forever is mercenary space combat, distilled. The graphics are perfectly simple, with all the iconic straightforwardness of a War-Room tactical display. There is no character-building, no tech tree, and no economy. The control scheme is as old as I am and as familiar as a favorite chair. Don’t let me mislead you, though: there is no comfort to be had here. The increasing pressure of more, faster Asteroids in each successive level had nothing on a message buoy zooming up with the cheerful alert that you’ve spent too much time dicking with your gear. The pirates have noticed you, they’re en route, and your pants are way, way down.

Get shot up without any protection and you’ll learn The Terrible Secret of Space: The Nemesis can’t be destroyed. It simply obliterates EVERYTHING nearby and then regenerates. Limited lives may have made Capt. Forever’s forebears aggravating quarter-munchers, but you’ll long for the cold embrace of death in deep space when the game’s never over.

YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE: the fact that I’m telling you to pay $15 for a Flash game with no demo. I also can’t seem to get mouse-scrollwheel-zooming to work on my Mac. Huh.

The good news is that the $15 gets you out of paying $20 when the REAL game is released and this Flash game becomes the demo. This is an Indy Game Development experiment wherein an unemployed developer gets to keep eating and paying rent while he polishes something great, and I support it. If that’s not enough reason for you, hold on until the full release and try it then.

YOU MIGHT LIKE: excellent neo-classic arcade game design, through and through. It looks great, sounds great, and plays great. It underscores over and over the kind of quality that can be created by a lone craftsman when technological ambition is kept in check.

And when you need a break, want to do something free, or feel that there still isn’t enough awesome minimalism in your life, go play Canabalt.

Oooh, Veenuuss…

It was cold, dreary and a most defiantly desolate morning on the edge of town.  The air was so thick with salt that if you opened your mouth it would fall right in and you could chew it.  I felt lucky to be where I was, looking out my fifth story building window down onto the streets and away from that cold morning air.  I know that as soon as I walked out into it my lungs would fill to the brim and I would choke and cough til I seized up and breathed no more.  At least that is what my bones were telling me as I sipped my blond coffee from my gigantic mug and cracked a smile.  Suddenly, my head was filled with this;  my own Sunday morning theme song …

(oh, and I adore Natalie Wood)

I woke up in a blissful mood even though it was not filled with dancing sugar-plums, or a fat old man in a sleigh with tiny reindeer pulling his fat ass; it was more like a slumber filled with melancholy dreams of days gone by and days to come being played out to a theme song.  This day will be good, it will be filled with Sunday activities and plenty of rest.  My soul is ready for it to begin …let it rain.

And now a word from our sponsors

Not that we have any sponsors, but still.

You. Have. Been. Warned.

Thanks BB!

Friday Night Anime Block: Infinite Ryvius

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Well now, we’ve done great deal of Cyberpunk near-future dystopia, a bit of Steampunk dystopia, as well as some general insanity. Let’s try a bit of far-future dystopia, shall we? Set inAD 2225 we have Infinite Ryvius.A tale of a colonized universe wherein the principles of nature have yet to be fully understood and one lone ship (full of pilot training cadets, there was obviously a demographic here) is set adrift from their government, their authorities, and their homes.


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So you want to be Cash Money: Unknown Soldier

MBARARA – Now and again, I come across a piece of work so incredibly badass that I almost feel like I wrote it myself. And sometimes I basically have.

The new incarnation of Unknown Soldier is one of those works.

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Friday Night Anime Block: Texhnolyze

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Ahh, now this should be interesting. I’ll go out on a limb (I swear, no pun intended.) tonight, as this is one I’m only now delving into (though it seems highly recommended). If you’re here with me tonight, then I’ve brought Hirotsugu Hamazaki’s Texhnolyze along. Class warfare, prosthetics, and consideration of a culture which has become overly obsessed with technology and the necessary human consequences of such, seem to be the order of the day. A bit like Repo in the anime form. Let’s watch together, shall we?


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From the corner of Fear and Loathing

GIBBERING CITY,  EAST YAMMERSTEIN -Feeling very Cornered
here in my little Corner of America tonight.
Not even a finger’s worth of this worthless rotgut in the
house to guard against the willies.  Talents all but wasted away…
mediocrity looming…


But who the hell put this fucking sign at the end of Ma
and Pa Money’s street down in the ‘Burg?

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What is going on here?

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I think this response— the methodologies, the rhetoric,
the bizarre off-topic ADHD, the AR-15’s, nail-biting about taxing
 sodas and killing grandma by committee, beating this uppity
half-breed just to beat him— I think this is the Real Issue at Hand.
 Look at it.  This is far more important than the debate about or
even getting healthcare.  And it’s ironic as this whole shebang has
proven just 
how very  
sick 
 this nation really is. 
The prognosis is dire.
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