And we’re back. Welcome to the Lightning Round. Don’t try to figure anything out. It’s not so much a rant as it is a broken train of thought. Or maybe you just can’t see the tracks. Treat all the paragraphs and separate thoughts and don’t wonder what my problem is. I have no idea.
By Jacob Slater
I’m a big fan of Batman, and not too long ago I bought and played through Batman: Arkham Asylum and Batman: Arkham City. Good, solid games I have to say, not without their flaws of course, but the good things about those games generally outweighed the bad I’d say. I haven’t read or seen much of anything about the upcoming game in the series, Arkham Knight, but since there’s only a month or so to go before its release, I decided to make a little list about a couple of characters I’d like to see in said game. This is really off the cuff, like I said I have barely any knowledge about Arkham Knight and who is in it, but I haven’t written an article in a while and I wanted to get back into the groove. This is the result.
God help us all.
For nearly 20 years, Sting had been unofficially known as the biggest wrestling superstar to never sign a WWE contract. Earlier this year, rumors started making the rounds that Sting and WWE were finally in negotiations. At 55-years-old, I guess Sting realized that the time is now or never to make any kind of serious impact in a WWE ring.
Last week during spring cleaning, my wife and I happened upon an old deck of Pokémon cards that I had stashed away for safe keeping. I pulled off the horribly dry-rotted rubber band and fanned the cards out in my hand, letting the memories come rushing back. Most of the cards were browning on the edges and a few of the holographic cards were stuck on the backs of other cards, but most of them were still in relatively decent condition. I saved my wife the spiel that I knew would have her eyes glazing over – how I had formulated my deck to be one of the most competitive in town, how the mechanics of the cards interplay to form the basis for my strategy, and how I had spent countless hours trading and tweaking – but it did get the wheels in my head turning. It made me want to play again! Continue reading
Tis the season for debates. With the Presidential election looming, the sports world has some extreme competition on the news wire. How does sports respond? Get as asinine as possible. For this broadcast, the very best asinine killers around, George “the Howitzer” Gerbo and Mike “the Buzz-Saw” Asti, debate the conclusion of the MLB season and look forward to the playoffs, what differences they noticed after a week of the professional referees return to the NFL, and make an attempt to decipher the video game action that is sweeping over college football, most notably West Virginia University.
With Mike’s Dodgers bandwagon now officially parked, what team will the Buzz-saw decide is worthy of his luck? Will George jinx any clubs by sending the Curse of the Howitzer their way? Is it Geno Smith’s Heisman to lose, after his absurd 8 touchdown performance over Baylor? While we realize that was a stupid question, how will the Mountaineers and their air assassin fair down the stretch? And of course your favorite sports genius’ continue the HBS NFL Pick’em Challenge.
Who would win a debate between the Howitzer and Buzz-Saw? Let’s be real. The Buzz-Saw is undefeated for a reason. Forget Obama and Romney, cast your vote for Howitzer / Buzz-Saw 2012. Why? Duh! The Howitzer and Buzz-Saw conquer sports radio, and could conquer the United States of America, one day, at a time….
It’s time for what may be the most controversial Point Five episode to date! Tom and Derrick use the recent outrage over BITD-Approved Geek Goddess Aisha Tyler hosting a video game launch and the casting in The Hunger Games to explore racism in geek culture, a subject one of The Boys Outta Brooklyn has intimate experience with thanks to Dillon, his New Pulp hero. It’s a heated half hour of frank talk, so get to clicking!
Today I’d like to talk to you about a special game which will always hold a spot near and dear to my heart: Super Mario 64. My younger 12-year self could barely contain himself as he tore into that crinkly cellophane wrapping, cautiously using his t
humbs to make a hole in the corner of the plastic without tearing the tabs on the box. The sweet smell of instruction manual fragrance filled my nostrils as I jammed the plastic cartridge down into my game console as if it were some type of Indiana Jones Holy Grail.
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