And now, the conclusion of Undisclosed Propensities. For the longest time, Continuity was something I associated with bad flavors and poor manners. It most certainly did not come over and hang out. Hopefully you were not inconvenienced a very great deal by our antics, which have been arrested in the very moment before a holiday software deluge that won't subside for another three months. Clearly, our services are required.

I keep trying to play games which are not Burnout 3, and routinely emerge from the experience disappointed. I pop in the other stuff - Sims 2, CS: Source, what have you - because I feel like I should be consuming a more diverse media diet, but renaissance gamer credentials are simply no substitute for vehicular manslaughter. If there's something wrong with it, I can't find it. I'm prepared to call it Game of the Year.

I tend to think that my responsibility to you necessarily precludes utter fascination with a single game, but all that does is make finding such a thing a singular fixation, a fetish. The way this usually functions is that I will glom onto something and play it with such ferocity that I either discover its deep flaws or simply burn the game out, like a lightbulb, switching it out. The last game I had this level of devotion to was Rallisport 2, which I delighted in like a consort. I wouldn't say that I discovered deep flaws in the game per se, but there was a race that took place in pitch darkness on dark brown mud roads that I found fiendish and unnecessary. I also tend toward seizure by Popcap games, but in this company I never know whether to admit that or not. I revel in the sheer disposability of them, I think. I'm just as comfortable spending sixty to seventy hours on a single tactical game or RPG, but disengaging my active mind and urging fish to squeeze a gold coin from their anus is something I heartily recommend.

I can assure you that I have not oversold my current paramour, Burnout 3 - indeed, I have even withheld information so that there might be something left for you to discover. For example, I have not covered the single-player events in any real detail, and there is more! I am your dutiful servant in this matter. Now, go trade in some Goddamn games and get with the fucking program.

(CW)TB out.

we cannot trade empty for empty

I've got two new articles from Stormy over in the Hook Up section, and I can't decide which one I like better because I love them both so much.

Feel free to read both. He covers a new project he's working on, shows off his new projection screen, details his own "Tiny God," and in general exposes himself as the undiluted, twenty-four carat technophile we adore.

Also, I think he might have met a girl, because his first article eventually devolves into extemporaneous poetry about wood.

(CW)TB

I just wanted to let you all know that the “Baby vs. Rhino” shirt is now available at our online store. We even have a baby doll version for you girls or you guys who are really fucked up. In case you are wondering what the hell this is all about, check out this comic.

In other shirt related news, don’t be surprised if you see “Kansas City Hotstepper” and “Obsidian Spur” shirts popping up in the store soon. We’ve got a bunch of other designs in the works as well, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise for you.

-Gabe out