A game-by-game diary of my attempt to play every Nintendo game. From 8-Eyes to Zombie Nation and everything in between. Even that strange Christian game where you convert people by hitting them with fruit. Just wait. You'll see.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Adventures of Captain Comic
Color Dreams was one of those unlicensed companies that, instead of going into cancer research, decided to further pollute the world with really strange, really bad games. And if that weren't bad enough, they then sprouted a sister company - Wisdom Tree - that still made really bad games, but sunk a little lower by making really bad Christian games. Much to my shame and regret, I'll be playing those too. And trying not to vomit blood out of my eyes.
For now, though, I'll focus on the pain at hand, The Adventures of Captain Comic. I can think of less aptly titled games, but only after doing Everclear shots for about 4 hours. The plot...wait...no, there's no plot here. Not even a shameless travesty of a plot. Not even an attempt to spice things up with scantily clad redneck women. But no. Instead, you're fighting woodland animals. Including the deadly inchworm. Whoever these people are, I hope they die.
Location: Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States
I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds.
And I still have time to do this blog.
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