…is another man’s treasure.
“Here’s our “must-have X-Box games list“, not of all time obviously, just the ten most “must-have” of the thirty we have in this sack. Did we mention that the sack also contains twenty copies of “Drake“?”
Thanks CNET!
I bought this to replace the original discs that have gone walkabout somewhere or another. Buying it again made me all warm and fuzzy and just having it on the shelf will increase my overall happiness level by a factor of 1.6.
Dear Rockstar North,
You made me drive around in the rain, evading capture by the police, in a car that didn’t handle very well. After that you forced to buy weaponry (in a distinctly shady part of town), asked me to turn traitor on the Mafia family who’d given me a home, demanded I assassinate my mentors and made me listen to “Kids in America” at least twice a day. You then expected me to live with the wrath of the mob, while still being at your beckoned call, and all for a measly £50K. (more…)
Fat Conan, while sitting at home contemplating the endless possibilities for the hair-restructuring he’s undergoing tomorrow and flicking through an old copy of “Games TM” came across a list of twenty must-have X-Box games, of which he currently owns eight. Besides wondering why he hadn’t refered to the list before going out and buying “Capcom Fighting Jam”, his attention was grabbed by one particular entrant. Alongside Jet Set Radio Future’s listing (which he was glad to see in the list) was a sentence giving a reason for the game’s appearance that read:
“Cel-shading at its very best and a soundtrack to die for”. (more…)
I’m a bit of an “Alias” fan. I’m currently working my way through the last series, waiting patiently for them to bring out the final boxed set so that I might be allowed sweet, sweet closure. The mention of Jennifer Garner in yesterday’s post got me thinking about the doll of Jennifer (as Syndey Bristow) I have in my room. As creepy as that sounds it’s not what you’re all thinking. The figurine is about six inches tall, was a Christmas present from a friend and is special in that it bears no resemblance to Ms. Garner whatsoever. (more…)
Fat Conan, being the skinflint barbarian he is, went on a shopping spree for sub £10 X-Box games at Virgin to see what “bargains” he could get his mighty, calloused mits around. Rather pleased with himself, he managed to pick up “Metal Gear Solid 2″, “Project Gotham Racing 2″, “The Sonic Mega Collectionâ„¢ Plus” and an offering from Capcom entitled “Capcom Fighting Jam” which promised to combine all the best bits from its catalogue of 2-d beat ‘em ups into a single phantasmagorical package.
As soon as he arrived back at his “pad” he hurriedly connected an arcade stick, stuck in the CFJ disc, started the VCR-sized cosole up and reclined on his stone throne to enjoy the proceedings. (more…)
The “info” inbox of headwillcollapse has become somewhat of a sacrificial lamb battered endlessly by the arrival of spam through the magic interweb pipe. The majority of it these days consists of messages from WordPress informing that someone wants to leave a comment like “Now I dont have to feel so intimated by science! “ while insisting I should “check outâ€? their awesome viagra/dodgy investment/porn site. (more…)
Your host, Fat Conan, has just been lucky enough to witness some of “Britain’s Sexual Fantasies” on the UK’s premier television channel. For those of you who missed it, it was a deep and wholly “scientific” exploration of the minds of UK perverts as they shared their deepest erotic fantasies with a small bald man.
Inspired by this and in a moment of unparalleled openness, FC thought he’d follow the example of the “actors” (portraying the “real people” from whom the stories were harvested) by sharing one of his own. (more…)
Although the weekend consisted mainly of hangover and head-butts, Fat Conan was able to rescue a little time from the gaping jaws of apathy to revisit some classics that had remained untouched in his cavern of gaming for far too long.
First up was Dreamweb, which is mainly remembered for the “sex” and “violence” that landed it with a 15 certificate when it was originally released. It’s an unfortunate stigma as the game itself is reasonably good fun and its use of sound for atmosphere still impresses to this day. On the down side though, the voice acting is mainly awful and the storyline doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense despite the snipets gravelly narrative provided to guide you through it.
Providing the miracle that allowed a game designed to run on a 386 to play on (fairly) modern hardware was DOSBox, which is perfect for playing all those games you loved “back in the day” at slightly slower speeds than you remember. That’s a little unfair, it ran Dreamweb flawlessly, and F.C.’s sure that it runs a fairly large percentage of its compatible games at a perfectly reasonable pace. Just don’t expect to be enjoying greats like “Syndicate Wars” or “Tie Fighter” at full speed any time soon.
In fact F.C. dabbled with the latter shortly afterward but couldn’t quite squeeze enough out of the machine to make it properly playable. He also had a pop with “Subwar 2050“, a game he’d always liked as a concept but never really got into on account of some incredibly difficult to calibrate joysticks in the past (the veer, the dreaded veer). Sadly Subwar could not quite run at playable speed either, a fact that was made worse by the perfect calibration the X-Box joypad was able to achieve.
Lastly, he turned to a favourite that could have been made entirely for lazy Sundays: “Day of the tentacle” running on the once great, now ace, ScummVM which seems to have undergone a facelift since the last time he’d seen it. What more could you want? The old point’n'click classics, on modern versions of Windows and now with an interface that doesn’t look ass. Bliss.
In which Team Ninja exploits the power of the Xbox 360 to model the physics of the female form in a dimension where breasts have been replaced with latex coated ferrets.
Too. Much. Twitching.