All tooth complaints aside, I’m pretty brokenhearted over the horrible, horrible state of the Adventure Genre. I’ve been writing about adventure games for a good while now, and the market is changing from saturated-with-crap to saturated-with-nothing. At this point, it feels like only TellTale Games can save the genre. But of course, with more casual and episodic games being their forte, people will still need that Big Game. Maybe the legendary Ron Gilbert could save us. I don’t know, but I haven’t played anything fantastic since Grim Fandango, which was released something like a decade ago.
And… this is where I get up and clean the filthy, damp blackness that is mold that’s been invading my house. My lungs are feeling greasy. Good thing, though: the mold may not come back. I’m going to (attempt to) suck out all the moisture.
My maintenance guy came today with a dehumidifier, an object large and square and cold. I’m not sure where I’m going to put the huge thing, or if it’s something that can even be put — it’s far too unwieldy. So, for now, it’s just sitting in the middle of my apartment being loud and weird as I type.
Whirrr… burrr… whirrr… burrr….
On a lighter note, I’m quite happy with this trailer for the ridiculously titled Super Street Fighter II Turbo HD: Remix.
Oddly, its music paring has erased all relevancy and special memories of what I once deemed the “Karate Kid Anthem”. In two minutes, it just became, for me, Street Fighter Anthem.
Kinda weird how that happens.