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

Sorry

Ill again, everyone seems to be, just when I thought I'd managed to get over it. I think it is safe to say that very little has been accomplished this week, and very little is likely to get done until after Christmas now. If we're lucky a couple of things might get done tomorrow, but only if my intestines are cool with it, I wouldn't want to annoy those guys right now.

PS. Destructoid have just posted their game of the year nominees. The inclusion of both Castle Crashers and Braid excites me in ways that legal counsel has advised me against describing.

Underthings, tumbling

Our ever inflating ranks

Whoa man, I was so drunk that i fell on my guitar and made this kick-ass sound.

Due to this Tertis229's services are now obsolete, soon I will be arsed to figure out how to model and animate stuff and Balai will be little more than fat, prime for trimming.

So, being ill was fun, I think that neither me nor Balai are entirely over it, but work is now once again in progress.

There was a point where I was so tired, and so ill that it culminated in a mild delirium. By which I mean I spent a good half an hour lying in bed hallucinating. I conversed at length with our patron saint of sorts, the great Space Walrus. He reported to me that the Nether Whale sent his regards, but couldn't make it, he was apparently busy 'nudging Rome'. Neither me nor the Walrus could decipher what that actually entailed. Being British I then had no choice but to steer the conversation towards complaining about the weather.
Realising that this communion was quite likely taking place within the imagination of my rapidly evaporating brain, I decided that the only thing for it was to scale the very highest of Hogwarts's many towers and drink from the goblet of fire, in hopes of finding a cure. Our story, believe it or not, becomes even more convoluted at this point, but, short version, I emerged victorious. I still have a horrible sore throat though, I'm thinking that tonight I should be able to get a Phoenix feather to clear that up.

I haven't had time to fully explore Power Up Forever's depths, but what I have played so far compels me to delve deeper. This is strange, I'm normally the kind of person who wouldn't be interested in this kind of game, I can't stand geometry wars for example, yet despite this and a complete lack of skill, I will be giving it at least a second look.

It's highly illogical to me