de Blob 2 3DTV Comp – A Winner Is You!

de Blob 2 3DTV Comp – A Winner Is You!
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We had close to 500 entries in this competiton – and I’ve just spent a good two hours poring through every single one of them – but now we finally have our winners.

Judging this comp may have been the most difficult task I’ve had since becoming Kotaku Editor – the entry mechanic was so abstract that I couldn’t skim read, and I wanted to give everyone who entered the comp a fair shake. There were some great ideas, a couple that doubled up, and some that made me genuinely vocalise my laughter in an out loud fashion, but here are the winners in full.


Blubablob – The colour someone’s face will turn when they realise they misspelled “Blob” as “Blub” after writing the T&C of this competition.

Judge’s Comment: I chose this because it made me laugh. And because it was true. In other news – the girl who does our Terms & Conditions is beautiful. And single. You have now upset her and she will never go out with you.

I’m only kidding! (But not really!)

James Simmonds
Gripped Cream – The colour your hands go when gripping your controller/mouse hard in intense moments of gaming concentration!

Judge’s Comment: Chosen for the strength of the pun. Short, direct, clever and creative.

Lucas Wittingslow

What? Its taken already? Damn it!

Ok, then… Redd.

Judge’s Comment: Genius. Took the concept and flipped. This one made me laugh the most.


Seen in select episodes of Miami Vice, on Bret Michaels’ pouty lips and George Michael’s pants. Has the uncanny effect of making white guys lose all sense of spatial awareness and rhythm when dancing. Can be found naturally occurring when “pushing it to the limit”, “feeling the heat”, “standing at the brink of destruction” and engaging in otherwise hyperbolic behaviour.

Judge’s Comment: This was a colour I could visually create in my mind [shudder] . Extra bonus points for linking it into a barrage of 80s CLASSICS.

Blue 2 – If you liked the original, you’ll LOVE the sequel.

Judge’s Comment: I know, very similar to the ‘Redd’ joke, but still very inventive. Worthy of a prize I thought.



Tally ho, old salt, I am playing for the local
charity/children’s hospital/etc of your choosing.
Such a splendid prize wouldn’t begin to fit in my
rucksack and I’d have a terrible
time getting it all onto the kayak; so, as you can
see, the prize is of little to no use to me and my
good time adventure pals – have I told you about Brad?
I think you would really like him; he was such a good
sport on the weekend, he lent me a tin of sausages
and beans when i lost my rucksack
overboard – a splendid chap
I appreciate your overwhelming sense of urgency.
Let me cut to the chase, for I too have invented a
most vivid colour, it’s a colour that i see very often, but i
think it just might be imaginary, like friends and
that underwater city I sometimes tell people about –
I can tell you where it is too, if you promise not to tell
anyone else.
I can take you there!
The colour is perhaps best described as a luminous
fusion, an electric-blue, orange, and
cherry-red glow.
Like the sky, the sun and Heaven all put together in
splendid oneness.
Sometimes, when you’re swimming at the beach
close to sunset, but you’ve been swimming and
playing in the water for too long and your eyes hurt
and everything appears in soft focus; then you
squint and look into the sunset sky and see the
spectacular colours painted above Earth and
all things – a colour both unreachable and
intrinsically part of you.
Like the most far reaching, red dusk sunset and
endless blue sky, bounding fast and high through
fluffy white marshmallow clouds, that radiates
outwards forever into eternity – the infinite
The kind of colour that makes everything seem alright
just the way it is. A bit like kayaking into the wilderness
with Brad, knowing he will give you his last tin of
sausages and beans; if the need should arise. That’s
just the kind of guy Brad is, let me
remind you.
Have you seen Brad’s wife? Let me tell you, the kind
of woman Plainview can only imagine in
dreams; she’s some kind of big city executive or
some such spectacular thing.
Sometimes I imagine myself as having a fancy job
in the city, answering the telephone and so forth.
And sometimes I imagine myself making the most
important phone calls on my mobile phone when
I’m pacing up and down in my office.
Then I imagine myself typing on my computer and
then I carry my briefcase to get sandwiches and
milkshakes at the designated lunchtime with all my
good-time office friends. I think I would buy
everyone sandwiches and we could eat them in the
park upon a blanket I brought from home.
Maybe we would have some left over bread to feed
the ducks, and I would show everyone in the park
my suit and tie; how super it would be.
Sometimes I look at the people in the city, on their
lunch break, just admiring them from afar; good
people, all of them, I think i most admire their
tenacity, their determination.
When do I see this spectacular colour vision?
Indeed, a good question.
The last time I saw it was about 6 hours after
I accidentally dropped my rucksack overboard
as we hitched a ride on a fishing boat beyond a most
perilous reef in Asia; it was a fool of a thing to do,
a rookie move, and I was made to look quite the
amateur. The otherwise good natured fisherman
certainly weren’t about to turn around on account
of my stupid mistake, let me be the first to
tell you; I would never ask of them
such a thing – how very ludicrous
it would be.
So my rucksack is lost to the deep blue sea and
that means all my clothes and food for the
journey ahead had shared a most similar fate. All was
lost and I had made a terrible mistake.
BUT . . . .
But later, when we arrived at the first of our island
destinations, Brad gave me some wonderful
clothes. Brad only buys the very best clothes, let me
tell you. He gave me a spectacular blue weatherproof
rain coat to keep me dry in the kayak and very
durable pair of denim pants to protect
my legs.
So there I was, dressed in wonderful, rugged, outdoor
attire. And as I mentioned earlier, it was later
that day when Brad gave me a tin of sausage and
beans on a night when I deserved to
go hungry.
And that’s when it happened, near the campfire with
Brad, I was blinded buy the beautiful
orange/red/electric blue glow all around me – it lit up
the night and I could see forever and ever into the
deepest most furthest reaches of the universe.
The colour only seems to appear when everything
seems to be going disastrously wrong, but in the
end, somehow and inexplicably, everything turns
out just perfect – better than perfect; that’s when it
happens, the colour appears out of nowhere.
I lost my rucksack and everything seemed lost, but
I ended up with wonderful new clothes – the best
clothes I had ever put on – and a can of beans that
i enjoyed with Brad beside the campfire.
When you dodge a bullet with your name written all
over it, when you turn irrevocable misfortune into unprecedented win, when the most perfect
outcome is writ in stone from you own misdeed and
error – the colour appears and all the universe filters
through its infinite, diamond lens.
What do I call this colour? Well, I named it in honour
of the late Frank Drebin from Police Squad; a man who
made every mistake in the book, but somehow, when
Frank was around everything turned out for the
best and sometime even better than that too.
And when I see the colour, I always feel, like Frank
Drebin – entirely debonair.
So then it was just a matter of putting two and two together to come up with four and . . .
Drebinair . . . I called the colour, Drebinair.
Yes and yes. I told her already. She also knows:
Drebinair: Just because it’s imaginary, it doesn’t
mean it’s not real.
Drebinair: like a cherry red, sunset orange, electric
blue, luminous glow.
Drebinair: like falling down the stairs and landing
beside a box of delicious iced

Judge’s Comment: As soon as I read this, I knew it would be near impossible to beat. Plenty of entrants wrote long verbose descriptions of their colour, and some were brilliant. But no-one took the time to write an epic 1000 word story, in character, in the shape and style of some bizzare, rugged Modernist poet. This entry was a true achievement. I even like the name – Drebinair.

Congratulations to the winners – get in contact with me at the usual email address – and thanks to absolutely everyone who entered. Well done folks.


  • 🙁 Dammit. I hate being unfunny. I even went to the trouble of trademarking my colour. 😛

    Congratulations people, enjoy colouring your world with De Blob 2!

  • holy chicken shit plainview should win enter a novel writing comp that was epic and poetic. Epipoetic. Congrats to the winners.

      • you are going to extreme lengths to find his/her identify… I bet you’ll just meet a dude smoking in an underground car park and just have to leave the TV and walk away…

        Congrats to all. Great comp!

    • I was just this morning wondering where Plainview had gone, and BAM dude swings in and wins the whole she-bang!!!
      As i have previously stated i have neither the talent nor narcotics supply to be Plainview.
      Congrats Plainview.
      And where you been Jimu? I’ve had to give replies on your behalf.

  • Well done to all the winners as well as any of the other entries that made me laugh

    I may not have won but Wanmortern has been immortalised in google search results. Well at least until the next time the site is indexed

  • I enjoyed the runners-up and loved Plainview’s entry – there were a lot of good ones, but these guys are all deserving winners. Congratumalations!

    Also, if you’re ever away for some reason Mark, Plainview needs to be make acting Editor.

    for srs

  • Well done guys! Nice to see some people besides the regulars take out some goodies for a change! Still.. good effort by all entrants I think! Glad it wasn’t me who had to decide!

  • Plainview, youtube video of you doing the jumpity heely clickity thingy please. 😀

    Well done all.

    Note to self, try harder me.

  • A splendid thank you to the always
    colourful Mark Serrels.
    A kiss for Kotaku.
    And of course, down-low, and up in the sky, high-fives
    to the good people at THQ, de Blob 2
    and Sony.
    Thank you Brad, thank you Brad’s wife, thank you
    Leslie Nielsen, thank you
    Tom Cruise.
    And a bloody red-hot tally-ho and Hi-Ho Silver!
    to everyone who saddled-up. A rousing,
    dust-clouding, spur jangling, tobacco
    spitting, stampede of an effort by one
    and all . . . and all for one?
    I’m lost; send help . . . and Miley Cyrus and
    maybe Tom Cruise.
    But mainly Miley Cyrus.
    You know what to do, but remember – all
    this is on a need to know basis; just between
    you and me. Keep up the good work.
    The code word is: Cameron Diaz. Say it twice.
    Be discreet. Follow the money.

    Best email address to reach you on, old boy?
    Maybe: Tip Your Editors?
    Best of the weekend to you.
    Your old friend,

  • Farkin rad! This is swell news. Perfect diversion to this hangover I have.
    Messr. Serrels, I’m emailing you post-haste!! Thanks man.

    Plainview, I’m wiping away tears as I write. I was so struck by Brad’s generosity.

    And because it was freaking funny! You definitely won this thing.

    Congrats to you, the other winners, the other entries that made me laugh and think “there’s no way i’m winning anything here” And thanks again for the prize!

  • There’s is simply no contest that The Great Gatsby (here, under the misgiving but wittingly ironic bland nickname of Plainview)cannot win, except that in which he bet his heart on. Thankfully, this one was not such a game. Well played, old sport!

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