Last night, my girlfriend and I had the unbelievable pleasure of going to a movie premier in New York City. Even better, we got the pleasure of going to see Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie! I’m a huge AVGN fan; I even brought my Ghostbusters NES cartridge to get signed. I had to leave before I could get that, however; my dad had a medical procedure the following morning, but damn I wanted it! Why? Mainly because I am an independent author, AVGN’s company Cinemassacre is an independent studio, and in many ways he is an idol of mine. The bulk of the movie, after all, was crowd-funded by his fans through IndieGoGo!
As you may recall from some previous articles I’ve written about gaming, I’m a big fan of video games. As you might know from reading my novel Protostar: Memoirs Of The Messenger, I’m also invested heavily in dreaming about the stars. To complete this repetitive trend, as you might remember from an article I wrote about Kerbal Space Program (and it’s reigning demi-god, Scott Manley), I happen to appreciate our reality when it comes to space exploration, especially when it’s explained through the context of little green men flying very human-designed rocket-ships.
A year ago, I wasn’t in the greatest shape. Many things changed me over the last year, especially the arrival of a new, more genuine love as well as an addiction I’ve developed. It’s an addiction to some little green men who fly around in rocket ships, and they exist in my computer’s hard drive. I’m talking, of course, about Kerbal Space Program! And KSP, well, KSP deserves all the attention it’s gotten in the media. It is the brain-child of a company called Squad, and it is a master-piece. As a game, it is both simple to learn and literally impossible to master – players make their own challenges, after all! As an educational tool, it is incredible in how it captures the nauseatingly complicated nature of orbital physics and transforms it into an accessible adventure. Most of all, however, KSP has a community behind it that wholly completes the game – and, while there are many names in its hallowed halls, today we’re going to talk about just one of them.
After watching my football idol Peyton Manning smashed, I decided to get the same. No, but I did decide to take a shower and get ready for bed. As I was checking my various social media outlets, a friend of mine had posted a link to this Vine, by Timothy T Hoang. I was not prepared.
Here we see what I can only describe as a crazy person grabbing the microphone from, I believe, the game’s MVP winner Malcolm Smith. Wilson just overcame a lot of doubters to win his first super bowl. He he is, probably exhausted from his performance and the stress of the situation, and this crazy guy in a bad lumberjack coat grabs the microphone on him out of the blue. Maniac-man here immediately demands that Americans investigate 9/11 because, he says, people within the government are responsible for it.
On January 27th, a missed rent payment led to the seizure of corporate property. This sort of thing happens every day; naturally, the landlords were quick to sell to a rival company, while the first lessees were left confused and ready to contest the eviction. Such a contest involved each corporation dispatching their finest negotiation tools, “legislative” implements of the largest, most titanic size. As news outlets like Fox News later reported, hundreds of thousands of American dollars were put into play. The skies above this property seemingly erupted, reinforcements poured in, and chaos ruled for nearly a full day as these two corporations and their allies committed their resources to vaporizing their opponents with massive laser cannons and missiles.