In this latest batch of game developers doing remarkable fake gamer poses, we show intensity, more Suda 51, and what happens when things bovine go corporate. For a brief minute, Nintendo’s Bill Trinen (above) was corrupt with power. It’s the risk you take when you have wearable appliances (and a photographer) at a media event.

We asked a bunch of game developers to do their best fake gamer stock photo impressions, and the results are amazing. And a little silly.

Next month's release of the Wii U marks the end of the GameCube's distinctive controller as a method for manipulating Nintendo games, but the color-coded buttons and sticks will always remain a method for making well-dressed attractive people look as if they are playing video games and not just smiling vacantly into a camera.

"When is a cosplay not a cosplay?" queried the Mad Hatter, sipping lukewarm tea from a cracked and leaking cup. "When it's pay-per-use stock photography that someone put up for sale in case someone felt a pressing need for shots of a woman dressed as the lead character from American McGee's Alice: Madness Returns?" I reply.

Ya, hello little boys and girls. How aah you today. Are you good? I am good. Are you?

There is no colour allowed in this family's home. Theirs is a cult of khaki, a wasteland of white. Their mission is to match. Every inch, every item, every tooth, every person, must be white and well-lit. There can be no dissent. And when they have scourged all colour from their world, they must play, wholeheartedly and with full devotion.

"What, it's just harmless anime! It's not like helpless school girls are ever attacked by lascivious multi-tentacled creatures hell-bent on human exploration in real life."

That's what he kept saying, and as it turns out he was completely 100 per cent correct.

That sly look. The firm grip on the joystick. The dramatic pause. No, she's not flirting with you. She's warning you. Here comes her ultimate super move.

She's a female gamer. She's an attractive Asian woman. She's not exactly the core demographic for a competitive online shooter, but she's got an ace up her sleeve, and possibly a bouquet of fake flowers.

You've all been there. You're sitting there against a black backdrop, playing Call of Honor or Medal of Duty or whatever, when all of the sudden you're struck by the sneaking suspicion that there's a sexy machine woman standing right behind you. Ha, if I had a dime for every time I got that feeling!

We've all been there, Girl Who Stores Game Controllers In Her Underwear. Sometimes, it gets really stuffy. You're sitting in your apartment in your underwear, playing some video games to make the afternoon go by faster.

She's a model. She's a gamer. She's a nuclear physicist. She's an incredibly accomplished young woman. She just never learnt how to sit on the couch.

In the horror game Dead Space 2, there is... a scene. This scene.

We've all been there, rage-quitting baby. You're playing a quick round of capture the flag, and there's this guy on the other team who just won't stop killing you. And as he does so, he lets loose an unending stream of invective, racial slurs and all manner of other disgusting language.

Being an orange is hard. You grow up on a tree, surrounded by friends, only to be plucked at your ripest, crated, and shipped off to a grocery store, destined to be devoured by health-conscious shoppers.

Oh, no. Grandpa. That look in your eyes. That clenched grimace. That loose, delicate grip on your controller's joysticks, as if you aren't really playing anything at all.

Oh, Little Girl Who Just Found Porn On Her Brother's DS. I'm so sorry this happened to you. On behalf of brothers everywhere, I apologise.

Joy. Bliss. Serenity. It's difficult, almost impossible to believe that two human beings could achieve such eternal happiness, such unequivocal euphoria. Such... perfection.