Sunburn charts a deadly path through the cosmos
Progress through defeat.
Progress through defeat.
Back, with 100% less offensiveness, hopefully.
I’m having trouble looking away from this YouTube video of every single NES start screen (and Famicom game?) played back-to-back from The 3D Battles of World Runner to Zombie Nation. Why am I still watching it, twenty minutes in? I don’t know, but it has the same strange appeal as watching the movie credits roll, which is something I also do. My takeaway thus far is that the music is surprisingly not as good as I remember it, and that there were a shit-ton of NES games. At nearly 3 hours, I’ll have my yearly fix for nostalgia by noon.
In defense of being a loner.
Sometimes, committing to a relationship shares much in common with opening your refridgerator after a forty-eight hour power outage. After one quick glimpse, you know if things have gone sour. Other times, our emotional gauges are more obtuse; we stare and stare and never see what we’re looking for. Love is a game like any other, and we the pieces. If only our move-set was as limited and empowering as those of Chess, or Go. The reality is messier, with shifting rules and unknown goals. This Valentine’s Day, I submit a cleaner, dare I say more entertaining way to test the…
The first time I remember seeing a “take a break” message in a game was for Wii Sports. After a set duration of time, a screen popped up between rounds. “Why not take a break?” it said. “You can pause the game by pressing +.” The accompanying image is a stylized freeze-frame of passive aggression: A Wii Remote sits on a table, unheld, the wrist-strap dangling loose. Tranquil blue sky beckons from an open window. Curtains blow in the breeze. As a reminder that there’s a great big world waiting to be explored beyond your living room, you could do…