Fuckcicles. Another late post. I should really get into the habit of writing these ahead of time.
This'll be a rehash of what I can remember of a post I had just put up before Blogger went apeshit a few days ago
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On my way out from the gym a few days ago, (yes, I do get exercise as many people who know me are probably shocked at that fact) in the lobby area I found something that absolutely made my day and sent me smiling all the way home.
I was a young kid (8 or 9) playing a game on a laptop.
This is Worms:Armageddon.
Worms. Freaking. Armageddon.
This was made by Team17 Studios in 1999 and has been updated as recently as last December for Windows 7 functionality.
It just really makes me happy to think that even with consoles reminiscent of the black box from 2001:A Space Odyssey with enough graphical power to render the crumbs of cheese on a mouse's whiskers six miles away, with online gameplay so fast we can teabag a 12-year old brazilian kid's online avatar with split-second precision, and with games containing enough voilence to fill an olympic swimming pool with gore and even cause Jeffrey Dahmer to think that's a bit much,
All we really want to do is blow up cartoon worms in silly ways.
All we really need to enjoy ourselves, no matter what age, is a worm called Mr. Buggles with the voice of a squeaky Mr.T drop an airplane full of exploding sheep onto the unsuspecting head of Lord Pants-alot (with a scottish accent) before watching him explode on death to leave behind a gravestone in the shape of a dog turd.
God bless you, you wonderful, timeless game.
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