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Emotiv’s Epoc mind controller device thing doesn’t allow you to control other people’s minds, which I think is a disappointment to everyone.  You can watch a video of Indigo Montoya using it, but since the gameplay is occurring within the confines of his skull, it’s difficult to assess.  Controlling things with your mind isn’t an especially demonstrative activity, almost by definition, which makes the product a difficult sell in a visual culture.  In today’s strip, we postulate an encounter between our own Gabriel and the contraption.  I don’t want to spoil it, but we use the device as a prop in order to generate a hilarious effect.

Returning to the concept of downloadable content for role-playing games, there is another reason why they face a different set of challenges than than the shooters which have leveraged the model to such stunning success.  Aside from the concerns we’ve already discussed, as a genre the narrative RPG is (as a technical consideration) a machine with a substantially greater array of moving parts.

Virtually every piece of DLC for Fallout 3 was fraught with technical problems, and astonishingly it was a different problem every time - everything from nonfunctional or inaccessible features to gigantic, haunting exclamation points, which could not be destroyed but hung there, perpetually, as existential quandaries.  One wants to be angry, and if one had purchased it one probably was, though maybe this kind of thing is the expected outcome when you halt a universe mid-churn and endeavor to modify specific molecules.

I have the same problem with Dragon Age, actually, or a similar one.  The Stone Prisoner DLC, which I understand came with most copies of the game, began as a neat quest with a custom town that had as its result an interesting new party member.  More than interesting, in fact: with four completely unique ability paths, he represents something altogether outside the race/class/specialization structure that defines the game elsewhere.  At any rate, he did.

What happens now when I talk to him (at least, I perceive him to be a him) is that I’m teleported into an alternate reality where I haven’t yet met the character.  Then, suddenly, I appear far outside my camp - but when I try to run back, invisible walls have been erected between myself and my companions.  While this may be interesting as a thought exercise, as a game experience, it leaves much to be desired.

(CW)TB out.

i’d echo everything you say

Gabe

We launched Child’s Play 2009 last week and as of today we’ve managed to raise $455,863.80. I’m going to give you all a little bit of time to let that number sink in.

 

 

 

Pretty fucking incredible huh? Already games and toys are flying out to Children’s Hospitals all over the world thanks to you guys. What an amazing start!

We’ve added a bunch of new hospitals this year. You can now support hospitals in Dayton, Cleveland, Colorado Springs, Boise, Memphis, or (for Canadian readers) Victoria, Ottawa and St. John’s. Hit the main CP site to find a Hospital near you.

Also, our annual Charity Dinner and Auction will be taking place December 8th this year.

Finally, don’t forget about the Child’s Play Twitter feed.

-Gabe out

Gabe

Hello dear readers, I would like to tell you a story.

Yesterday Tycho and I were in the process of writing today’s comic when something very interesting happened. Now you should know by now that our names are not Gabe and Tycho. My name is Mike and Tycho’s is Jerry. The characters in the comic strip have always been loosely based on us but I know perfectly well that Jerry does not look at animal porn and he knows I don’t fantasize about spiderman. When we’re writing the comic strip we talk about things Tycho and Gabe might do, or things that might happen to them. They are separate from us. At least I thought they were.

During the strip writing process Jerry suggested off handedly that perhaps “there should be more dialogue between the guy and Mike in panel 2.” Not the guy and Gabe, the guy and Mike. I shot him a surprised look and he gave me a nervous laugh. Obviously we had both heard what he had said. I can not recall a time when he has ever accidentally used my name instead of Gabe’s. How interesting that the first time he does this is in a strip which depicts Gabe as a fucking moron.

The take away here, is that he is a horrible person and not my best best best friend. He may not come to my birthday party or partake in its many clowns and bouncy castle. He is a foul puppet whose strings are pulled by an scheming  devil.

-Gabe out