Have a status update, you've earned it

Happy yesterday everyone, especially you Rob, I hope you had a good birthday.

I don't actually know anyone named Rob, and certainly not one who had a birthday yesterday, but I would like to hope that maybe, just maybe, someone out there named Rob read that and is now very worried. Also I wanted an excuse to say happy yesterday once more, I enjoy doing that now.

So, as of today, holiday time has concluded, everyone is over their respective debilitating ills and work is once again in progress*. We can now hopefully return to a schedule where more than two posts are made a week as well, that would be nice.

There is a new post on the Left 4 Dead blog, detailing more of Valve's art decisions, it's interesting reading for anyone remotely interested in game design or Valve.

*OK, so Balai's Internet connection is still hit and miss, but you can't have everything, can you?

don't write yourself off yet

The day before this one

Once again, I find myself in a position wherein I must wish you all a happy yesterday, I'm starting to wonder whether we should make this a tradition.

I occasionally wonder whether Sony remembers which console is it's own, their latest declaration does nothing to dissipate my doubts. On the off chance someone from Sony is reading this: the answer, guys is the Play Station 3, not the the Wii, as much as you may wish the inverse was true.
Sony constantly proves that it does not know it's own strengths and weaknesses, first off, claiming that anything related to Bios updates could only be possible on the PS3 is complete twaddle, you are aware that the Xbox 360 is made by Microsoft guys? This is basically their thing, they do kind of make operating systems.
But really, adding 3D is quite gimmicky, and, let us all face it, something that no actual people want, or would ever ask for. When you look at it that way it sounds an awful lot like Home, doesn't it? And roughly 90% of the Wii's Software library. (Burned, yo!)
Sony, you make hardware, that is an irrefutable fact, no one can ever take that away from you, so please, please, put away Home, no one cares about that, and get back to doing what you guys do best: making scary and complicated gadgets that are intrinsically cool. And make satisfying bleeping noises.

Also, Balai is currently alive, although he has just prevented me from filling the entire front page of the blog with posts solely by me, this means this state may not last. I'll update on the matter as it develops.

He can never get enough

Interwebz

It is currently 16:17 as i write this post and I have had a working Internet for about... Oh I don't know 2 minutes now.
So here I am to assure you all, I am nether dead or in space. I was however, for five days, in Herefordshire, if you don't know where that is don't worry parts of it are probably marked "non-existent" but, that's for security reasons. Anyway my net died while I was away and was unable to access the great webs while away so, I must now apologise to both Iced and Tetris for my delay in answering E-Mails. Hope that cleared a few things up...
Also this post was most definitely not sent form anywhere near Ganymede just so you all know.

I may be the only one still alive

It is quite possible that Balai has fallen off of our green earth and into the dark void of space. I wouldn't worry about him too much though, unlike like most humans he has evolved a system similar to a plant's photosynthesis, only backwards, utilising power from a lack of sunlight and Carbon Dioxide to generate Oxygen, so it is not only likely that he is fine out there, but he is quite possibly having the time of his life.
That, or he is enjoying some well deserved time off with his family, celebrating whatever twisted holiday that Cthulhu cult of theirs has designated to this time of year, to serve as Christmas' grotesque analogue.
Most likely the second option, still, it would be nice if he could take time out of his busy schedule to return my emails, even Tetris has been showing me that courtesy.

To everyone else, happy yesterday, if you celebrate one of those festivals that has persisted through the night, happy today aswell.

Since this is what some may call 'the season of giving' and I have been, shall we say, behind on my quota for distributing gifts, I thought it would be a good idea to share with you, the questionably loyal readers, what the initial draft of the design document for zombietopia looked like. I would show you the current one, but that currently exists in the form of an entire wiki, and is less likely to qualify as a quick read. I hope the following helps show that we at Space Walrus Games have more than enough quality ideas to assemble a game full of both interesting mechanics and humor, even despite the fact that one of us, not at all unlike Bowie, is possibly in space.

• Will be a first person shooter, with certain RPG like mechanics
• Will feature 1960s influences in the architecture
• To be set in an under water city named wrapture, ruled by Ryan Andrews
• City is patrolled by beings called 'big sisters' and 'little daddies'
• To be named 'Shockology'
• Everyone has a french accent

"But Iced, there must be a mistake, this basically describes Bioshock with the names changed. And french accents." You may cry. I admit a significant proportion of our good ideas at the time weren't so much ours as 2k's, but what better source of interesting mechanics than Bioshock? And we cannot forget that everything is hilarious when people are talking are talking in french accents.

Obviously it doesn't look much like this anymore, it has progressed on it's own, growing organically. Now it resembles Little Big Planet instead.

Does the space cold make your nipples go all pointy?

It's that time of year

This will likely be the last post made before the coming of the man in red, so I wanted to take this opportunity to wish people a merry crimbo on behalf of everyone here, and also a happy new year, may we pray that the Space Walrus can resist the urge to melt the moon for at least one more.

Just leave the presents and then leave me alone