It's a bit easier than The Tickler and you'll find yourself laughing through it with the ridiculous sounds that your robot dinosaur, either Tyrannosaurus X or Dinomite, make when they shoot lasers out of their mouths.
The gameplay is simple and easy to understand too. Use your mouse to direct the flying robot dinosaur, and click to shoot lasers. There's something about writing the words "flying robot dinosaur" together that makes me feel warm inside like Christmas morning. Throwing the word "laser" into that same sentence is gratuitous though. There's so much sweet shit going on in this game that you're likely to develop a cavity.
In short, check this game made by Arcade Bomb out if you think you're awesome enough.
There's a multitude of things that can be happening when I walk into my apartment and I hear screaming.
a) ze Grif can be playing a violent internet flash video game. b) Lunarsaurus is screaming to relax his throat for his heavy metal choir rehearsals. Therapeutic and Traumatizing. c) My arch nemesis Dave is playing Dexter again.
Today was a little bit of a and b. Dave is dead to me (he's vacationing to see his girlfriend. DEAD I TELL YA). More importantly though, ze Grif happened upon the robot killer flash game The Tickler.
I just tried my hand at it and it infuriated me. The premise of the game is fun, you choke humans instead of tickling them, but as ze Grif stated today "If you don't have the chance to win in the first five minutes, you flip out". I gotta work on my gaming etiquette. Or maybe just flip out more while I try my hand at the game again.
You start out by killing your creator, and then you work your way through levels of killing civilians and military. As you go about your murderous rampage, you get fun little upgrades like extended arms to choke out people even further away from you, and lasers to shoot them with while you choke them out.
The game is about choking people out. That's it. It's like living the life of Wayne Brady.
Give props where props are due. Thanks Kongregate and Revzin Ideaworks for your propagation that all robots want to do is choke others. You're hurting the community (but you wouldn't be wrong).
Tyrese Gibson, actor in such popular films as Transformers and Death Race, (the latter I just watched recently. Pretty decent if you're into the new gore cinema genre), is working on a new comic series called Mayhem.
Right now Image Comics has released two issues, and a third one can be downloaded through Itunes that has special effects and voice overs. Shiny.
The best part of this new super hero? Gibson and "Mayhem" have already been offered a movie deal, which he supposedly has declined for now until comic sales improve.
From his CNN interview, "You can't expect to sell out the Staples Center until you sell a bunch of records." Right on, Gibson. Everybody knows its a matter of time before Mayhem hits the big screen, but its nice to know that Tyrese Gibson wants to settle the roots of his character before he sells the fruit for millions and millions of dollars.
You may or may not have picked up on the fact that if I don’t do anything over the weekend my apartment will explode. To save the lives of my innocent roommates, and my neighbor/arch-nemesis, Dave, I have to go out on MANVENTURES and witness the world and its awesome glory (all the while thinking of some horrible robot jokes to justify posting about personal outings in a hobby enthusiast’s blog.)
This week, instead of getting shit on by bad weather, I decided to head home and spend some quality time with the family. So, I guess this week’s installment of Manventures is more like Famventures (a mix between “family” and “adventures”, use it and love it). The first couple of days were marred by a weeklong sickness, evident in the post which I compared editing my blog-roll to the elimination process of the Next Iron Chef, which kept me incapacitated until this morning.
However, sickness can not keep me away from tradition. I forced the cold out of my body like an estranged lover and little steam engined through to our family activities; apple picking.
Let me put it in perspective to you- people love to do a little bit of manual labor once in a while for that authentic feeling of “roughing it”. A similar experience is using the automatic cashier machines at Walmart.
I’m not dissing on the picking of the apples. It’s one of the most enjoyable parts of the year for me. Except for the part when my family gets rowdy and starts to chuck apples at each other. My older brother left me with a bruise on my knee that I know will leave me walking with a limp for the next couple of days, but I got the upper hand right before the event ended.
I can pass off the lurch like I’m Dr. House though, all sexy douchebag like. Did you know the new season started? That’s one of those shows where you don’t want to watch it but then you watch the first couple of minutes, then you’re definitely sure it is lupus and House walks all over you and he’s so bad but so good. What.
Tangents aside- famventures are much better than staying cooped up in a house rigged to explode unless I fill it to the capacity with fun.
I need to talk about a robot before I finish writing this blog. How about Astroboy? I should go see that movie, I guess. Looks decent.
In all actuality, I went to see Zombieland this weekend and it was zombielicious. Why don’t I just write about zombies instead like the genre traitor I am?
Next week prepare to see a change in content- “And I’ll Form the BRAINSS” is much more catchy anyways.
The whole point of a series premiere is to get you hooked, and that's why I felt it was necessary to exclude the pilot episode of Titan Maximum from the proper review. There's always going to be bells and whistles going off when a show launches that will make you flip out like you just got an ice cream cake.
It’s a good feeling, and you wanna flip out with everybody else, but it dulls the critical senses.
After all the commotion died out around the Titan Maximum release, from the series premiere last week to their series premiere party (quite impressive for a cartoon, I’ll admit), I felt like I can watch the show without influence and give my honest opinion.
And now, for my honest opinion: AND I’LL FORM THE HEAD gives TITAN MAXIMUM a solid “cool”.
My main complaint would be its too short. Fifteen minutes barely does the show’s ambitious plot justice. I was just getting comfortable with the show’s new slew of characters, Admiral Bitchface, Sasha’s father, the President of Titan, and the new antagonistic chibi anime robot girl, Claire, when the episode abruptly ended. Maybe it’s a good complaint, because I want more, but it’s aggravating because I have to wait another week for another fifteen minute snippet.
The best thing the show has going for it is its humor. Not only does it poke fun at the genre- best scene of the night was the “Joker” of the squadron attempting to infiltrate Gibb’s fortress being quickly reprimanded for his corny jokes, and then he admits he was forced into the professional Joker military position in training camp- but Titan Maximum is also developing its own inside gags. A good example would be Sasha, the most characterized teammate of Titan Maximum so far with her over the top sex antics and general pleasure from tormenting the rest of the team. Right now she’s the only character rounding out, but the premise of a stereotypical giant fighting robot team allows for the flat characters which make up the rest of the cast.
So I’m sticking to my guns. Titan Maximum is cool. It isn’t great yet but the show is giving itself a lot of room to grow and that’s the best way to go about working on a show with such a peculiar story.
Titan Maximum, I’ll be watching next week and I hope you keep upping the ante. (and for all of you who didn’t watch this weeks episode, next weeks episode involves punching a giant frost monster in the junk. Who would miss that?)
Michael Bay plans on releasing Transformers 3 as early as July 1st, 2011. Now to ask the big question: will the sexual tension between Shia Labeouf and Megan Fox's characters Sam and Mikaela result in a wedding ceremony? Speculation arises because everybody knows that the Transformers films, sans robots, is a direct adaptation of the American Pie series.
Episode One: Sam meets Mikaela and creams in his pants when his car turns into a robot.
Episode Two: Sam and Mikaela learn to love each other more after participating in their friends wonky sex adventures (Giant Robots beating the crap out of each other. Kinky.)
Episode Three: ...there's a pattern here and you can't deny it! Or Frodo throws a ring into the lava which burnt Anakin something awful.
Also, you cannot deny the similar proportions between Labeouf and Biggs' heads.
Triple also combo, you cannot deny that Jason Biggs would have made a way better Sam Witwicky. Let Shia out of the contract, Michael Bay! You know he's happier when he's impersonating Harrison Ford.
Sure its a model, but it's still an impressive feat none-the-less.
Having the Transformer Live Action Movie Blog in my blog roll paid off afterall! Now, which of these RSS feeds are not worthy of my attention? I shall cut one of them off day by day until the true champion reigns supreme. Like Iron Chef.
Speaking of which, I am going to watch some Food Network, enjoying my Nyquil induced nonsense babble in one more post, and pass out. Goodnight ya'll! (Now I'm channeling Paula Deen. She sure loves butter.)
I figured I'd also link this classic too-Robot Dinosaurs That Shoot Beams When They Roar is a staple game in the flash enthusiast's collection.
