Everything was going smoothly at the Doomhammer camp until it started to rain Infernals . .
Two Deodorants!
Since Will is eyeing my cornhole I feel the need to not spoil it for him so my Warcraft posts will be cryptic from here on out. I’m almost done with this level.
I actually had to work on an audiobook today. I edited a scene where a woman gets raped by a man in a clown mask. I laughed, I cried.
My day-off goal has been met. The Human Campaign of Warcraft III is now but a memory…again. Poor Prince Arthas. Now you’re all pale and bitter. The upside is that I get to listen to the Undead background music for the next little while.
I have to say that thus far, I’ve been tempted more than once to go for the cheat codes. Especially as Tim has advanced beyond where I left off. I’m a-gainin’ on you though, buddy. Watch your cornhole…
I know I was the big dipper at the beginning of this journey, and I have fallen from grace. I don’t think I’ve touched a video game in a week. Yes, a girl is to blame.
But tonight, TONIGHT, I will be going straight home and playing Midnight Club II. I’m hanging tight at 50.2% and after I beat the next race I’m off to London.
PS. Someone tell Jeff I can’t find the Half-life disc.
Well, more Splinter Cell tonight and another fun-filled mission out of the way. Tonight’s mission involved fighting Chinese soldiers and their lousy dogs until I got to their general. I was ordered to give him the business and I delivered. My virtual bravery allowed the US and China to repair diplomatic relations after it was proven that the general was working alone in a plot to bomb something or kill someone or whatever. It all blurs together after a few hours. Just shoot everybody, that’s the key. Just do it quietly and with style. Remember to throw cans around to make things festive. But guess who’s still on the USA shitlist? You guessed it…Mother Russia.
Ubisoft has had it in for Russia for quite some time now (see Rainbox Six, Ghost Recon, Disney’s Donald Duck Going Quackers) and I want to know where the attitude is coming from, especially this animosity toward the region of T’Bilisi. Has everyone at that company had their mind warped by Red Dawn, Hunt for Red October, and Rocky IV? Let’s look at the facts: American teenagers with rifles and sticks prevailed against Russian paratroopers allowing Patrick Swayze to get his job as a dance instructor, the US “acquired” the Red October along with its caterpillar drive and Scottish captain, the crew of the Dallas survived, and Rocky beat the piss out of Ivan Drago! Sure we’re still upset about Charlie Sheen and Apollo Creed but bygones must be bygones. The hatchet was buried by the gay love affair of Jim Belushi and Arnold Schwarzenegger in Red Heat.
Anyway after the Chinese embassy mission, I was taken to a bonus level called “Sam at the Office”. It featured objectives like pranking the secretaries at the NSA by hiding out in stalls and teargassing them while they powdered their faces. Next was a section called Strangle the Lunch Thief and finally Parking Lot Bloodbath. It strayed a bit from the old “Get the Russians, get em all!” campaign, but a nice diversion nonetheless.
I wanted to be playing Warcraft, but I paid for these tickets. So my cousin and I sat through 8 1/2 painful innings of baseball. The Sox tied it in the bottom of the ninth, then fell behind in the 10th. They tied it up again, only to eat Jim Edmonds 340 ft., 3 run bomb in the top of the 12th.
My friends, it was as if I was slowly being digested by a snake. Can somebody get on a game design like that? No? Well then it’s back to the Warcraft tomorrow. My day off. I’m expecting fast progress.
I’ve finished the Oracle level and my heroes were rewarded with a little Orc-on-Tauren-on-girl action…
She ain’t proud no more!
Erin has instructed me to play video games tonight as she will be at a play for the evening. Flight crew, commence cross check and prepare for takeoff.
There was a break from gaming last night, as music had to be attended to. However, the band was in the full spirit of explosive ingestion. We’re heading into the venerable Q-Division recording studio in Somerville for drum and bass (as opposed to drum ‘n’ bass) tracking on June 28th. Then on June 30th, we’ll be at Charlie’s Kitchen in Harvard Sq. for our typically Boston Monday night at 11:30pm debut show. Yes, Charlie’s has bands. No, we didn’t know either until they booked us. We’re called The Memory Effect. There’s a website (www.memoryeffect.com). It’s a 2 -guitar rock and roll attack. We have an endorsement from the cute girls in the rehearsal space across the hall, so we must be good…
Took two levels of Warcraft 3 to the house today. I’m on my way to the Oracle now. I think it’s an object not an old black woman, right?
Oh Grom . . . I know that lava smelled good, but now look where it’s gotten you. You’re all red and evil!
I have a feeling Thor is going to have to kill the evil Grom in the near future….
Is anyone else having a problem seeing the text in the comments when they open them on a Windows machine? Please let me know.
I miss PCs.
As much as I loved my Gabumon, using my Mom’s PC to get work done [until the new Mac ships in] has made me nostalgic for the old PC days.
I think a big part of it is the fact I have been give a chance to chance up on PC games I wanted to play in the past few years but couldn’t. The best part being, and all the games can be found in the budget bins for cheep, and since my Mom’s computer is fairly new they all run great. Which makes me wonder, how quickly we forget the charmers for the latest in graphics [whether the game play is there or not].
Heck, I am going to town in Unreal Tournament, and how old is that game now? Four Years Old Baby!
I have top say it is a nice to have a little Wintendo on my hands.
Other news. Harry Potter in 9 days!!!
Yes, I am pathetic but so what. Amazon says the book will be on my doorstep that day!
Thought for the day:
The coolest thing about Troy Hurtubise’s Bear Suit [now at URSUS MARK VII] it will finally help us to answer the age old question, “Does a bear really poop in the woods?”
South Park is on gotta go.
Another game bites the dust. I’d like to say again how great I think this game is. At the end, all I wanted to do was play it again but that’s for another day. Not to mention I’ve got Fallout 2 sitting on the shelf. Special thanks to peanuts and Amstel Light for getting me through this one.
I’d like to try it again as a more intelligent character rather than a heavy-handed bruiser. I also want to try taking the path of shady dealings rather than being “the good guy”. I was so nice to everyone helping them with all their problems and radiation sickness. Next time, I will crush their hopes and dreams making the post-apocalypse wasteland my kingdom.
My plan was to finish all 6 jungle levels before bed. Here are some highlights:
Before killing the Tikiman with his razor sharp claws, Fang the werewolf takes some time to vent his frustration at the moon.
The jungle heat was getting to Baleog so he decided to take a dip. On his way down he suddenly remembered that water makes him die.
But in the end we were victorious and Mr. Witchdoctor was very pleased. He even juggled a voodoo skull for us.
So on to the last world ~~~HIGH TECH WORLD~~~ I promise not to post so many snaps next time. I’m just excited, that’s all.
See, ’cause the grain’s infected. That’s why. If they’d just stuck to the meat provided for them by all of those exploding sheep, they’d be set.
The tally for the day:
Cables built: 4 (dbx compressor, power amp, and mackie output now on the patchbay)
Warcraft Levels Completed: 1
At this pace, I may actually finish! See what happens when you put your mind to something? And my Mom didn’t think I’d amount to anything.
Ahh . . I’ve finally posted a picture on the web! This is a cut scene from my Dutch version of Lost Vikings 2. I don’t know who or what this guys is, but he likes to watch the news and eat turkey!
Right now there are a million copies of this picture hidden in the nooks of this website. They are the binary casualties who died so that you may see this post. Now they spend their days haunting the inaccessible folders and pleading to God that their misery may end and their souls be “beleted.”
Last night, there was only time for about 20 minutes of very late night Fallout. But within those 20 minutes, Max Stone brought down his Super Sledgehammer at the base of the Mastermind Robot Monster and the creature exploded like a dynamite-filled piñata. How jolly.
Looks like somebody had tamales.
I’ve made it to the jungle level of Lost Vikings 2. This being world 4 of 5, I believe I have successfully eaten 60% of the bomb. Unfortunately, I’m playing an emulation version which is all in Dutch so I’m missing out on a lot of the jokes. When I figure out how to post a friggin’ picture I’ll show you the Dutch so you may laugh and say “Yah yah vas ist Dutch. Doodlemunch mein Ikea-munch!”
On the Warcraft 3 front, I’m just about to kill Horsey-Man in chapter 5 of the Orc mission. If I can finish these two games in June, I’ll be in good shape to get 2 more done by Fall.
GET SOME!!!
If I learned one thing the last time through this game, it’s to upgrade your heroes as quickly as possible. In that spirit, I now spend one level in each section attacking with nothing but my best. That way I can blow through the rest of them more quickly.
I will say this about Warcraft III; I do not understand the “optional” quests. This is already a pretty freakin’ long game. Why do we need options? I didn’t care about the farmer and his ledger. I don’t care about saving Timmy. In the end, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. If I waste my precious time saving one whiney little kid, thousands may die.
…but I digress.
Current tally:
Warcraft Levels Completed-3 (I did an extra tonight)
Cables Built-2 (right angle 1/4″ to straight 1/4″, connecting my Mackie mixer to my audio interface).
Emagic concepts learned-3 (fades. scrubbing, and basic editing)
Reading all the posts about all the new games makes me feel inadequate since I am still a diehard of all the old-school favorites. Don’t get me wrong, games like Myth, Exile, and other newbies are off the hizzle but I still get my shiznitz off the oldies.
Today, for example, I replicated my greatest video game accomplishment ever but this time on a keyboard. As a 12 year old, I was the only slipnut in my school to go through an entire game of Mike Tyson’s Punch Out without being hit once or blocking once (in other words, my health bar always stayed whiter than my bare ass in the winter time). Well, today, after MANY tries, I finally did it with the MacMAME emulator on my Blue G3. Not surprisingly, my biggest challenge was not Mike Tyson, or even Super Macho Man (Triple H’s long-lost brother). Rather, as it was back then, Mr. Sandman (who I always thought looked like Mac on Night Court if he were to be hopped up on peeps and slim jims) was the biggest threat. However, in the end I was able to overcome. Now, I’m getting emotional.
Our good buddy and world traveler Zach is on an expedition through South America. When he caught word of Summer Games 2003 from Vinny, he loved the idea but didn’t have access to a video game system. As an alternative, he committed to recreating the video game Splatterhouse on the beaches of Honduras. His promo poster can be found here.
In all seriousness, Zach was attacked by some lunatic with a machete on the beach and the guy did serious physical harm. Big love and happy vibes go out from the EATMYBOMB staff to Zach in his time of healing and we realize that we will never have a story to compete with this one. We never did to begin with. We continue to live vicariously through his experiences.
What a depressing moment the re-load of Warcraft III was. I have vowed to finish one mission a night until this is done. It’s been suggested that, having made it all the way to the 6th Orc mission, I should just get the cheat codes and be done with it. I will not. Why? Because I’m stupid. I did, however, skip the intro level. That despite Warcraft’s warning that important “plot elements” would be missed. I also took great joy in leaving the farmer and his family stranded by the side of the road while bandits made off with their ledger. I had more important things to do.
I have also vowed to finish one audio device’s cables each day until my gear is all hooked up to my patch bay.
Finally, co-editor Tim Franklin and I continued work on our Franklin vs. Kennedy acoustic side-project on Sunday. Work was slow. Emagic Logic presented us with multiple difficulties. I fear the manual will be needed. The manual, for those who do not know, is over 600 pages long.
Well another weekend has passed and what did it get me? Well it was raining (again) so not much outdoor activity. Finally got some new music finished after several days worth of writers block but who cares about that. You’re here to read about games right?
Our good friend Chris L was in town from Michigan over the weekend and what better way for friends to catch up than spend a solid 8 hours playing Halo. The 2-player cooperative mode is nothing but good times and I’m certain it’s going to make finishing the game that much easier. But it didn’t stop there. I’d say another 7-8 hours was dumped into Fallout this weekend and it is climbing the charts to be on of my favorite games.
So what did everyone else accomplish?
OK… First things, first…
I am not one for blogs. If fact I think they are pretty dorky. But when my main man Jeff talked about this idea, I thought I would try it out. Following that old saying, “don’t judge a man until you walked a mile in his shoes,” I figure at worst doing this blog will give me a chance to make even more fun of bloggers if it doesn’t work out, or more understanding of this strange phenomenon if it does.
Now time for my dissertation…
A good friend of mine passed a way this week, Gabumon, my old G3 All-In-One Power Macintosh. Now before anyone goes, “See Mac Sucks,” I should state for the record, I had this computer for 5+ years, and worked as well as the day I got it. Also, Gabumon, was my bud, we went through a lot together, so show the recently departed some respect.
As a game machine Gabu, did hold it’s own. Together we dominated Unreal and Unreal Tournament, Conquered part of known space in StarCraft, and explored the amazing worlds of Myst.
It is true when the power supply gave up, I felt like crying because I had lost a friend.
I just hope there is a computer heaven, because if anyone deserved to go there, it is my little buddy.
Upon the purchase of our new computers, Jeff had the brilliant idea of separating the software from the files via multiple drive set-ups. This saved my tucus last week. Unfortunately, in the wave of system drive destruction, my Warcraft 3 profiles and saves were lost. Perhaps the summer is going to be more interesting than I thought…