obscurevideogames:

vgjunk:

Sewer Shark, 3DO.

(Digital Pictures - 1992)
from WIkipedia: “a first-person rail shooter video game, and…the first on a home console to use full-motion video for its primary gameplay.”

Fuck this game. Fuck Catfish, fuck that spaghetti eating asshole-of-a-boss, also your copilot’s a douche

obscurevideogames:

vgjunk:

Sewer Shark, 3DO.

(Digital Pictures - 1992)

from WIkipedia: “a first-person rail shooter video game, and…the first on a home console to use full-motion video for its primary gameplay.”

Fuck this game. Fuck Catfish, fuck that spaghetti eating asshole-of-a-boss, also your copilot’s a douche

drdanakatherinescully:

If you haven’t added me on snapchat, you’re missing out.

(via johnhexcarter)

baby logic

johnhexcarter:

"what do we want?"

"SOMETHING"

"when do we want it?"

"WHY DON’T I HAVE IT ALREADY"

(Source: menbeyer, via rowdylol)

If we can’t write diversity into sci-fi, then what’s the point? You don’t create new worlds to give them all the same limits of the old ones.

Jane Espenson (from interview with Advocate.com)\

I dunno how many which ways this needs to be said

(via aragingquiet)

(Source: fluffymoalabear, via bampowsmash)

trinandtonic:

update:

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The cah staff names Tommy’s sister’s cat. 

And my day has now been made.

(via cah)

sachithethief:

dont think ill ever get tired of tim schafer laying the smackdown on gamergate nerds

sachithethief:

dont think ill ever get tired of tim schafer laying the smackdown on gamergate nerds

(Source: superhighschoolleveldoujinauthor, via rowdylol)

joehillsthrills:

Fuck bald eagles. The national emblem should be a raccoon shooting a mini-gun. THIS says freedom, motherfuckers.
Someone get a petition going. Change-dot-org that shit. Make this happen, America. Make our forefathers proud.

joehillsthrills:

Fuck bald eagles. The national emblem should be a raccoon shooting a mini-gun. THIS says freedom, motherfuckers.

Someone get a petition going. Change-dot-org that shit. Make this happen, America. Make our forefathers proud.

(Source: japcoregalore, via rowdylol)

(Source: frenchdad, via rowdylol)

(Source: neilcicierega, via rowdylol)

To be a gamer meant to be part of a small, semi-exclusive club. Gaming was uncommon. It was the domain of the geek, the dweeb, the loser, the basement-dwelling cretin. But to gamers, it was an ivory tower, a community based around a common love and a common sense of “us vs. them”.

But as time moved on, the “them” suddenly started looking a lot more like “us”. Where gaming used to be the province of the nerd, the proliferation of gaming consoles as media consoles – especially starting with the PS2 and swelling with the Xbox 360 – meant that more and more people were becoming gamers. The jocks who used to give the geeks wedgies and mock them for playing The Legend of Zelda became gamers themselves, scarfing down Call of Duty, Madden and FIFA in record numbers. Women, too, started becoming a more visible and prominent part of the gaming industry. And what does one do when your once-exclusive club becomes less exclusive? You find ways to disqualify people. You marginalize them. You say “they don’t count”. More people play Bejewelled or Candy Crush Saga or Peggle than any AAA console game… but they don’t “count” because they’re “casual” gamers. Women don’t count because they don’t play the right games; they’re playing Sims 4 or Pokemon XY, not Titanfall or Gears of War. Anything to disqualify them. Anything to make sure they don’t “count”.

Anything to keep the focus on the “us”. The “hardcore” gamers. The “real” gamers.

cardinalcapaldi:

Clara: You’ll catch a cold if you stand out in the rain like that.
The Doctor: I’m fine.
Clara: Come on, don’t be like that. We can share.

cardinalcapaldi:

Clara: You’ll catch a cold if you stand out in the rain like that.

The Doctor: I’m fine.

Clara: Come on, don’t be like that. We can share.

(via wilwheaton)