bloodyrosemccoy | Somebody To Nerd With!

Brother’s back. Seems that the job offer he got had some snags or something. Bummer for him, but I’m kinda glad I’ll have company here in the Bat Cave for a little while longer, at least.

Plus, this way we get to go all fangirly over video game trailers together! I have very little interest in watching E3 demos of really unfinished games, because they generally consist of the demonstrators flubbing around saying, “No, really, I know I can’t get this thing to work now, but I swear it’ll be great later!” But give me a few choice shots and suggest a reason I might want to play this game—nostalgia, storyline, whatever—and I am all set. I mean, come on—new Donkey Kong Country would be terrific enough,* but hot damn that there Epic Mickey game looks SMASHING.**

Also, I don’t want to hurry Nintendo, who UNLIKE SOME COMPANIES actually works hard to finish their games before they get released, but I sure hope they don’t delay Skyward Sword. There are only so many times I can run through Twilight Princess, Wind Waker, Minish Cap, Ocarina of Time, and Majora’s Mask before it starts to look a little insane. I need more Zelda in my life, by god, and more to the point I need more Midna!*** I mean, she was the first companion in any of the Zelda games you not only didn't hate, but also actively fangirled! You can't take that away from us now!

First things first, though—I suppose I need a Wii. I have decided that if I ever get an agent to ~~even respond in a timely manner~~ take up my script, I can get one. Till then, I’m glad my brother’s around, so I can steal his Wii.

*This return to side-scrollers is a blast. I love me some giant bloated adventure time gaming from the golden days of 64-bit fuckery, but side-scrolling just feels so happy and natural. Plus, the improved nowatimes systems still allow 2D games to periodically BODY SLAM YOUR BRAIN. Yeah, I’m lookin’ at you, Super Paper Mario.

**Although I am rather disturbed that one of his weapons is, basically, The Dip. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t think Christopher Lloyd dissolving a shoe is one of the most traumatic moments in cinema history. You would have to be a cruel, heartless bastard otherwise.

***Less to the point, I need more mystical indignant chicken people, because they amuse me so. Mostly this is due to my brother’s terrifying theory that these people are actually just bodiless parasites who, upon reaching adulthood, steal the bodies of actual chickens. Come on, think about it—Ooccoo looks like she’s a head on a stalk that’s rooted to a headless chicken, and her son is just a head. It’s logical!