Frowny's Hot List of Hot Video Games is COMPLETE. Delicious mix of stuff in here, including a few games I ain't never even seen never. Never never.
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Frowny's Hot List of Hot Video Games is COMPLETE. Delicious mix of stuff in here, including a few games I ain't never even seen never. Never never.
I was born to guide people towards the long-lost art of GETTING PINKY'D.
Good video, HOT TRAUMA.
Brilliant video! Brought back a ton of memories. Li'l story you might appreciate: when I was a kid, I was enamoured with LBA. Completely entranced by the world, the characters, the presentation in general. So when the sequel launched, I HAD to have it. BUT! At the time, my dad hadn't yet wrapped his mind around the notion that video games could be a worthwhile pursuit, which meant it'd always take loads of negotiating and convincing (and whining, probably) before he'd agree to shell out any cash for a new game. The details are fuzzy, but I must've asked for LBA 2 as an early birthday present or something. Signed up for chores. Traded semi-vital organs. I was VERY young, but apparently I had a knack for wheelin' and dealin'.
Anyway, we drive to the store, grab a copy of the game in that big cardboard box covered in big, blue, cloudy box art. I'm losing it man. I'm salivating. My tiny body is vibrating with excitement. Before we could begin the long drive home though, we had another stop to make. We park alongside the curb, and NO WAY am I leaving this precious cargo in the car. So, cradling this giant, unwieldy box to my chest, I pop the door open, and awkwardly shimmy out of my seat. The thing is, we'd just had an unholy amount of rain. Monstrous stuff. Wet, everywhere. The streets were slick. The world was one big puddle.
Maybe I was distracted by the need to protect this magnificent Thing I had in my hands, but at some point I lost my footing. I slipped. I fumbled my hold on this perfect box. This box that, in turn, held within it an entire world I'd been DYING to explore, an adventure I'd spent months bargaining for the chance to go on. And so, it fell. Neatly between the curb and the car, and right into a chunky puddle of gross gutter water. I snatched it back up as fast as I could, but... you know. Cardboard. The damage was done. The good news is, the disc was obviously fine, and I loved every moment I spent with Little Big Adventure 2. Can't see screenshots of the game without feeling all warm and fuzzy. But that beautiful box? Ruined. A gutter-spoiled horrorshow. I sobbed on that street. I sobbed in the car. I sobbed for hours. Maybe even days. Fully inconsolable.
The best videos tickle little horror stories outta you.
Oh wow, thanks so much Biscuit!
Feels genuinely incredible to know that I had a hand in helping Very Cool People discover Very Cool Game.
Lovin' this list maaan. This that Good Shit.
They're calling it "releasing the dopa-hounds", and it may be the most devastating move in a TubeGoober's arsenal.
Your phone is very wise. If more people were tropical about things, the world would be a far better place.
I hear you! I think part of the issue is, I've been anticipating these types of comments for ages, so when one pops up I've got 1,000 playful responses loaded up, ready to go. Putting 'em back in the box is... a challenge. ๐
Yeah, that's where I've been leaning too. Safe to ignore this type of thing, rather than risk accidentally backing myself into a clown-corner.
Of course, the only truly sane reaction would be to delete the channel, buuut I'm not quite there yet.
Screenshot of a comment over on my YouTube channel. It reads: "Made it to 40 seconds. This guy is too annoying." And like, can't argue with that, seems pretty accurate.
I agree! I *am* too annoying, which is why my first instinct is to reply with some flippant bullshit.
Buuut maybe my more seasoned YT peeps can help me out with the best branching story choice here. Do I not respond? Do I remove? Do I go nuclear option, and hide user from channel?
Fuck yeah dude I'M READY.
I was bitten by a radioactive comma splice as a child, I'm physically incapable of not splicin' it, please don't judge me, I'm sorry.
Duckman & Bobbins
Today is the day, my birthday! My treat: 30+ minutes of Q's and A's and my beautiful face. Twice, if you count the portrait of child me!
youtu.be/3sQKa_qNSJI
It's a CLASSIC. A Bob Classic. An Alien Bob Birthday Classic.
Happy muh'fuggen' BIRTHDAY, Bob!
I did my own birthday Q&A with Bob to find out what it's like to be between 0 and 99 years old, and this is what Bob had to say:
[singsong voice] Uh-ohhh, looks like *someone* bean'd on the curtains agaiiin!
Come one, come all, see the review for a 21 year old racing game that people are calling "fine, I guess?" and "not much of a review, he spent half the time talking about the soundtrack".
youtu.be/uxQwEDl1Nsw
I joke, obviously, and I 100% hear you. Super easy to laugh at shit like this, but there's absolutely an element of extreme sadness that comes with seeing that level of specifically tragic delusion. Must've been so weird being there for it, watching it spread across the room.
Like, *of course* I fully agree ChatGPT's gonna cure cancer. That's a given. First time I experienced autocomplete on a telephone, I knew it'd be the end of human suffering.
But the second you introduce PowerPoint? That's it. Game's over. All that good work, dashed on the rocks.
This story is fucking nuts.
Showed the trailer to my sister, and when That Bit happened she let out a sound I didn't know humans could make. Somewhere between a gasp, a choke, and a scream.
The doctors fear she may never recover.
Fucking love when the devs of my favourite games take a hard-line stance against genAI horseshit. They're tucking me in at night. They're giving me a li'l kiss on the forehead. They're telling me everything's gonna be okay.
We're officially playing Skeet Chicken. It is the most dangerous game.
Gonna wait at least half an hour before liking this. Maybe I won't like it at all. Who can say for sure.
Enjoy HELL.
But first, gotta dick around on this little oval full of little maniacs.
If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die historic on the Rainbow Road.
Word on the street is the next Mad Max movie will see Max facing his greatest challenge yet: surviving three laps around Baby Park.