Back during PAX East I was checking out the table top area and saw a group of guys around an incredible Warmachine Table. It turns out these guys called themselves At-Large gamers and making bad ass tables was their hobby. I was so impressed by their work that I asked if I could commission them to build a table for my group. They agreed and we started kicking around ideas.
You probably remember Berenstain Bears quite well, assuming you endured a larval state and did not simply emerge from your father's head, fully formed, like Athena. Well, they're still making them: they're still making most of those things. They're still making Goofus and Gallant for Chrissakes, except now Goofus retreats into his hoodie with his iPod while Gallant helps his mom with Powerpoint. But these Bears, man! They're still bearing it all the way up.
Brenna's leg has decided that it no longer wants to be a leg, rather, it wants to merely ride around attached to her body while generating infinite pain. This means that the only games I've been able to play are Club Penguin, and... that's it, just Club Penguin, which is only one game. I could go deep on Club Penguin - as deep, perhaps, as the sub in Aqua Grabber after you get all the Cream Soda barrels and the coral opens up and you get the Amethyst from the blowfish - but I won't. I may punish you with it at some point. But not today.
I’m a big fan of the Uncharted games and so I was very excited when they came to us about doing a poster. It is a pre-order bonus and you can find all the details about how to get one over on the Playstation Blog. I’d like to thank Naughty Dog for giving me the opportunity to put my spin on their characters.
PATV has been growing like crazy lately. We are super excited to announce our newest addition Extra Credits! This is a great show that examines the art of making games in a funny and insightful way. The show has been around for a while but its found a new home here on Penny Arcade and we couldn't be happier. Go check it out!
We spent the morning peeling Resistance 3, but like all people with an Internet connection we were also quite curious about Game with The Trailer.
Scott was telling us about The New 52, which I understand is a new kind of... fifty two. I'm not an expert on this kind of stuff, so I had to rely on a vast preponderance of unnamed others. I am not known for my textured and incisive knowledge on any subject. I am known primarily for
I was sent a review code for Crimson Alliance yesterday and I spent the evening checking it out. This was actually the second time I played the game. The first time I saw it was down at Comic Con back in July. At the time I had never heard of the game and I walked away thoroughly impressed.
We have more or less the same complaint as everyone else regarding Deus Ex: Human Revolution, it's just that we have this complaint a full week later on account of the PAX chronovortax.
Scalpers will attempt to monetize any well-attended event; the event itself is irrelevant. We've always had trouble with the shadow market for the normal reasons but also because the show consistently sells out. This year, we saw something new: counterfeit badges of substantial cleverness and quality.
He just sent me these images as well, more examples of his concealed data shenanigans, but what I like about these is that they're also beautiful in their own right. You can click on any of them if you want to see them in a larger format.
The game, not the town.
It's generally my task to test games which require advertising space, and I had been putting off Dragon Nest because I had a ton of shit to do, and also because I play a lot of these games and I sort of felt like I knew what I was in for. To jump immediately to the end of the story, I was deeply, deeply wrong. It hews closer to the MMO standard than a game like Spiral Knights let's say, but it's very much an action oriented approach: it's like some wicked brew of Phantasy Star Online and Lord of the Rings. The surprise was pleasant.
I sometimes wonder if PAX is a thing I will ever be able to contain in my head. The comedown is usually pretty hard: I spend a lot of time sitting quietly and staring forward, dimply aware that a child is tugging on whatever textiles I have managed to drape over my vile and bulbous frame. I spend three or four days at such a level of physical and psychic availability that for days afterward everything is just sort of ringing and raw. I have said on many occasions that we are not well suited to this task, and perhaps could not be, as men who spent their formative years in abject terror and subjugation; we are people suffused with a natural unease, each of us literally medicated for our demons. But noone else wants to do it, or noone else can. It's possible that our damage has pounded us unto whatever shape is necessary for this. I'd be lying if I said I understood it.
We are also doing some kinda PAX thing downtown, I guess? Should be pretty cool.