While most gamers are all too familiar with the Super Mario Bros., few remember the enigmatic Fantastic Steve Cousins. Accompanied by his cousin, Ralph, Fantastic Steve led players on a magical journey through the Sausage Fiefdom. When the Mario Bros. soared to fame a few years later, Fantastic Steve sued the plumber for stealing his act. Unfortunately, Fantastic Steve was found dead before the trial began, leading to further speculation on Mario’s involvement with La Cosa Nostra.
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Well, shit. We’ve got iPad fever. The thing may be the cure to everything that’s wrong with our lives, but we must remember our conflicted relationship with the iPhone. For one, it didn’t get us laid. Then, we lost our jobs because of DoodleJump. And third… wait, what’s this 40 minute long voicemail I just got from my dad?
PAX East is taking over Boston this week – what, guys, was the Cleveland Convention Center full? But a conference is a conference, even in Beantown – so get ready to have some fun. Just don’t go near the Big Buck Hunter machine if you’re sober, and don’t say LOL out loud – it’ll ruin your chance with that cute cosplayer.
In front of the Apple Store
Everyone you know is trying not to make eye contact with you.
The middle stall of EA Redwood Studio’s 3rd floor men’s room was for a long time the secondary office of Alex Doe, Senior Copyeditor and the man who signed off our company’s box art for a living. Any other employee at any other employer would have been ashamed to spend full afternoons lounging in the loo, but Alex took pride in what it was he did and where it was he did it.
How did I, Cliff Blezinski, become CliffyB? Kitchen-squats. And when Cliffy B didn’t bed a dozen women a night, what’d he do? Juiced pheromones out of dominant apes and slurped them like a friggin Diet Soda. Cliffy B takes action. So when folks get upset about New Games Journalism, the Cliffster fixes it.
While the President’s Day weekend promised to be a joyride for many Americans, who planned to finish Mass Effect 2, drink a metric assload of cheap beer, and completely ignore the Winter Olympics, a generation is now forced to ask themselves a serious question: are they bad enough dudes to rescue the President?
Mulgore, 9:33 GMT
Roggie and Siri Two-Moons sat on top of a hill and watched the clouds for two hours before realizing that they were actually plumes of smoke, and that an Alliance raid had destroyed Orgrimmar.