The extraordinary Rudebox
Sunday, October 14th, 2007The following article contains a great deal of wrong and is probably not safe for work. You have been warned.
A party at the cave last Saturday night saw Fat Conan and friends flicking through some retro titles on the old X-Box looking for something to rekindle those memories of yore. It was pretty successful too, with people enjoying games of “Rampart”, “Q*Bert“ and “Missile command”. However, what generated more interest (and more frustration) were some of the titles spotted along the way that intrigued us with their bawdy names and disappointed us with their refusal to work on the box’s MAME port.
On Sunday, freshly hung-over and yellow tongued, Fat Conan and I sat down (or rather I sat and he squatted with haunches quivering in ever-alert battle-readiness) and had a look at getting those titillating games running on the PC (for curiosity’s sake of course). We succeeded and never before have we so wished we’d failed.
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Fat Conan has clearly been out of touch for a while as he managed to miss both