We’re in the red zone for pre-E3 bullshit. A week before the show is usually when we get a dumptruck full of fakes, bogus retailer listings and LinkedIn resumes confirming everything but the return of the Dreamcast. This, however, is so bizarre I’m compelled to share it. Because someone may be having a little fun here.
The worst album covers of all time made me miss the good old times of record shops. These books, however, just scare me. They scare me because, with the advent of personal digital book publishing, things are probably going to get even worse.
I know a lot of people have nostalgia for the 1993 Bullfrog classic Syndicate (myself included). I also know that critical reception to the new game has been a bit mixed. But I will say one thing the new game has going for it: At least they don’t recruit agents by slamming into total strangers with a hover car.
Second Life isn’t simply a virtual realm where people starve horses, troll others having sex, and traffic in counterfeit groovie-goolies sex devices. No, it’s also a network through which gangs discuss and plot their evil deeds, says none other than the Eff Bee Eye.
With the NBA lockout looking like it will wipe out a lot of games this year, some basketball video game makers are looking outside the league’s real-life rosters to create enthusiasm and interest. NBA 2K12 for example, is bringing 15 of the sport’s greatest players to life. NBA Jam‘s going with goddamn honey badgers.
