After enjoying 80 Days a whole lot, I was in the mood to explore some more interactive fiction (in my day, we called them “text-adventures”) and Steam was more than happy to oblige, albeit in a really weeb way. It recommended me I try Long Live The Queen, which basically seemed to be Princess Maker, only less shameful. Its main draw was the many ways the titular Queen could die. An interesting way to market a game, but I thought I’d give it a go. Continue reading
I was having a clearout of all my stuff, and I happened across some notes I’d written down years ago, apparently as part of some free writing exercise. I’l share the one thing I wrote from that period (slightly edited) that I’m actually rather proud of.
Thou shalt have no other Caped Crusaders
Thou shalt not mock tights, or a joyfully camp tone
Do not bear grudges against those who do mock, for you know their laughter is empty
Thou may use “Bat-” as a prefix, but not for everything, for there is a limit
Remember the 1966 movie, and keep it in your DVD library
Honour thy Alfred and thy Aunt Harriet
Thou shalt not kill, but using the Batzooka against thine enemies is fine
Thou shalt not consort with Catwoman, for that is just asking for trouble, old chum
Covet no other Batmobiles, because when you look for a suitable parking space, it will not be there
Thou shalt not steal, even if thee send riddles beforehand
I have ineffably fond memories of last year’s UK Games Expo… if only because it was part of the tail-end of 2016 before Britain lost its fucking mind and fell for complete and utter bullshit. Right, now that I’ve got that out of my system, I can get onto the actual convention.
As far as I can recall, there are two things I’ve never done at the Expo: booked in the full three days, and done a full day of roleplaying. The reasons were mostly logistical (it’s a good 40-60 minutes from my place to the NEC by train), but after using up some annual leave and 20 minutes on Trivago, I managed to get a three-day ticket and two nights at the Yardley Travelodge, a mere 20 minutes by bus to my destination. Continue reading
Given that there’s a fair amount of hype surrounding the upcoming DuckTales reboot (with David Tennant, of all people, as Scrooge McDuck), I thought it might be a neat idea to take a look at the DuckTales sequel that time forgot…
Given that it’s the spookiest month of the year, I thought it’d be a good time to do a brief retrospective on the more obscure adaptations of Charles Addams’ hilariously dark comic strip. Everyone and their grandmother has taken a look at the classic TV show from the 60’s and the superb Barry Sonnenfeld movies from the 90’s, so I thought it’d be neat to have a look at the stuff inbetween.
Of course I’m not dead… why do you ask? Anyway, here’s a double feature, for absolutely no reason other than I’m so nice.
Secret Six: Six Degrees of Devastation
Well, the Olympics are winding down as I write this, and once again TV channels in the UK have missed yet another chance to show one of the most entertaining and apposite films they could have broadcast during the whole event. I refer, as you may have already guessed, to Animalympics.