Lovely clam, wonderful clam... ♫
Ah, the ever elusive bivavled mollusc. So rare unto The Xym.
And, for once, one is not bewailing one's lack of bearded clam, or Lady Pearls embedded within furry oysters for a great fat walrus (or carpenter) to feast upon.
Although one can no longer jest about the portliness of one's girth. But one is still often hailing space monsters of vessels that traverse betwixt spherical bodies that orbit solar/stellar mass. or something.
No, I'm talking about the mercenaria mercenaria. The hard bastard clam. The Quahog.
I need clams. I got 63, used 50, so left with 13 of the rarest of rare rarities. And with several buildings and shizzle requiring hundreds of the buggers, The Xym is somewhat stuck for shellfish currency.
Yet I visit other Quahogs, and they seem to accumulate all the clam based paraphernalia!
How come everyone else can get their fishy fingers on hundreds of the maritime mollusc, yet after days and days and days I get barely none?
The Xym needs clam, and he needs it now.
Some in-game molluscy money would be handy too...
Showing posts with label games. Show all posts
Showing posts with label games. Show all posts
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
Sunday, 13 April 2014
Gotta love this Birmingham Mail article on someone finding a copy of this game during a house clearance:
Love the overreaction at such a discovery - how a simple board game becomes an embodiment of creepy evil!
I should become a journo - I can turn that boardgame into a creepfest...
Just one look at the box gives the viewer the willies - his left hand creepily caressing the microphone as if wishing it was a young boy's cock, whilst his other hand is "air fingering" the bunghole (or fanny) of a teenage groupie in his dressing room. Clouds of white jizzum erupt from his unseen manhood, threatening to flood the band on the front page, and his unsuspecting prey play on oblivious in the bottom corner. Unaware a huge salacious Savile is looming over them with a horrific paedophillic leer, his hair slick with sweat from excessive masturbation over Teenypops, as a cameraman records the orgy for some sick website...
Can I has a job with the Bare Minge Ham Mail, please...
Love the overreaction at such a discovery - how a simple board game becomes an embodiment of creepy evil!
I should become a journo - I can turn that boardgame into a creepfest...
Just one look at the box gives the viewer the willies - his left hand creepily caressing the microphone as if wishing it was a young boy's cock, whilst his other hand is "air fingering" the bunghole (or fanny) of a teenage groupie in his dressing room. Clouds of white jizzum erupt from his unseen manhood, threatening to flood the band on the front page, and his unsuspecting prey play on oblivious in the bottom corner. Unaware a huge salacious Savile is looming over them with a horrific paedophillic leer, his hair slick with sweat from excessive masturbation over Teenypops, as a cameraman records the orgy for some sick website...
Can I has a job with the Bare Minge Ham Mail, please...
Thursday, 30 January 2014
Boys & girls of every age...
Skellington Infinity!
Oooh, gate to Hallowe'entown!
Who needs to grow up?
Not me - I'm gonna be a child for a while!
Oooh, gate to Hallowe'entown!
Who needs to grow up?
Not me - I'm gonna be a child for a while!
Thursday, 7 March 2013
Skellingtons in Stauf's closet...
Ooooh!
7-11-13-3!!
Not sure how well T7G(T13D) has gotten, but T7G3 has been officially announced, rather than the semi-official notifications from Trilobyte!
Yay!
Seems that Stauf's Harley-On-Hudson mansion has become a museum, restored to it's former glory and dedicated to the myth of the maniacal toymaker. However, his spirit still roams his house, and a new set of diabolical puzzles to solve.
It's also a sort of prequel, presumably expanding on Stauf's Faustian deal and the doll plague.
And we has an official screenshot of the Gear Maze puzzle. Previously, there were only images of sections of detail, such as the Stauf Inc plaque on the casing. But, ooooh, looking good.
Think I may have to contribute to the Kickstarter campaign.
7-11-13-3!!
Not sure how well T7G(T13D) has gotten, but T7G3 has been officially announced, rather than the semi-official notifications from Trilobyte!
Yay!
Seems that Stauf's Harley-On-Hudson mansion has become a museum, restored to it's former glory and dedicated to the myth of the maniacal toymaker. However, his spirit still roams his house, and a new set of diabolical puzzles to solve.
It's also a sort of prequel, presumably expanding on Stauf's Faustian deal and the doll plague.
And we has an official screenshot of the Gear Maze puzzle. Previously, there were only images of sections of detail, such as the Stauf Inc plaque on the casing. But, ooooh, looking good.
Think I may have to contribute to the Kickstarter campaign.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Martine McCutcheon's minge malady medicine...
Now, we all loved The 7TH Guest and The 11TH Hour, and with The 7TH Guest III (and The 13TH Doll) on the way, I thought (being me birthday) I'd treat meself and downloaded TLC.
Well, I guess some things live better in Mammory Lane. Phantasmagoria, Gabriel Knight (The Beast Within), all that FMV palaver. Loved them "back in the day", but would I love them now?
After sitting through that TLC pile of cak, probably not!
It's a movie! No - It's a game! No - it's an interactive psychoanalytical test! No - it's all three!
Starring Screen Legend John Hurt!
Which is the only good thing going for it.
Appalling acting. dreadful dialogue. Piss-poor plot. Unraunchy raunchyness. No wonder it got throgh Apple's approval process for the store - the so-called "sex-scenes" are terribly tame.
Finished it quite quick - dire, dire dire!
Well, I guess some things live better in Mammory Lane. Phantasmagoria, Gabriel Knight (The Beast Within), all that FMV palaver. Loved them "back in the day", but would I love them now?
After sitting through that TLC pile of cak, probably not!
It's a movie! No - It's a game! No - it's an interactive psychoanalytical test! No - it's all three!
Starring Screen Legend John Hurt!
Which is the only good thing going for it.
Appalling acting. dreadful dialogue. Piss-poor plot. Unraunchy raunchyness. No wonder it got throgh Apple's approval process for the store - the so-called "sex-scenes" are terribly tame.
Finished it quite quick - dire, dire dire!
Friday, 9 November 2012
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
You are a tower of strange...
169 floors!
51 missions!
About a million years to complete, but I finally dones it!
315 denizens!
51 missions!
100% dream jobs!
About a million years to complete, but I finally dones it!
Unless an new update comes along...
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
{creepy} Dooo come baaaaack...
I would be blogging more. but I took an arrow to the knee...
...but right now, I'm limping back to Shroud Hearth Barrow so I can pick up all that Draugr booty and bump up my blacksmitheries.
...but right now, I'm limping back to Shroud Hearth Barrow so I can pick up all that Draugr booty and bump up my blacksmitheries.
Monday, 5 September 2011
Vomit again for the impossible guest...
Yay!
Impossible 9sided cubes translocated, and Aaron blocks sorted!
And Dutton finally gets it, the smug git! "Lord! It smells awful too!"
Got through that pissing maze, and if hear "Getting loooooonely" again, I shall punch someone in the face!
But found Ye Olde Crypt, closed 'em up and got to the attic! Ooooh!
Lighty-up tower - solved... feck knows how!
And then ole Henry voms all over the miserable troll and she dissolves in a pool of puke! hah!
Now sit back, watch Escape From Tongue and the pulling down into the pits of Inferni.
Roll credits.
Now, off to K'Veer in D'Ni to pick up a linking book!
Impossible 9sided cubes translocated, and Aaron blocks sorted!
And Dutton finally gets it, the smug git! "Lord! It smells awful too!"
Got through that pissing maze, and if hear "Getting loooooonely" again, I shall punch someone in the face!
But found Ye Olde Crypt, closed 'em up and got to the attic! Ooooh!
Lighty-up tower - solved... feck knows how!
And then ole Henry voms all over the miserable troll and she dissolves in a pool of puke! hah!
Now sit back, watch Escape From Tongue and the pulling down into the pits of Inferni.
Roll credits.
Now, off to K'Veer in D'Ni to pick up a linking book!
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Stop the 'wock, Can't stop the 'wock, You can't stop the 'wock...
Not even Brian Can't.
Gimme a P (please Bob)
Gimme a L
Gimme a A
Gimme a Y
What does that spell?
Ah, you're a brain-donor rioting looting yoof, therefore spelling is beyond your capabilites. See, it really doesn't matter if it's raining or it's fine, just as long as you've got time to R.I.O.T. Unless it's raining, then it's time to stay in with yer mum, drinking malty whorelicks with the 3Ds, a good kindled book, and P.L.A.Y., Play, Play away, play away (station), play (away) station, Playstation, PS3...
After getting past some electrified jelly monster and getting hacked off with Navi the fairy's fecking irritating "Hey! Lissen!", we return to the looking glass.
I took my VORPAL sword in hand, long time musical child stars of the golden age I sought, who'd fecked off back into the mirror and left an innocent blonde haired lad to be chopped up by grandmama (and not Judy Moran, The Godfather Granny of Oz), culminating in Ole Cloven hoof bringing about Ye Apocalypʃe by forcing posho gormsters to watch musicality of film. The Fame remake, or Glee.
Or something.
Anyhew, Back through the water, over the cogs, through the maze... why, this is getting to be a piece of piss!
Ah, here come's the 'wock!
Feck, feck, shitteryarse feck!
There's 4 modes - Easy, Normal, Hard, Nightmare. I'm on Normal, and the fecker's impossible!
One! Two! And through and I'm fecking burnt to death again!
The Meta is miles off, so you can't get to it before he flies over and breathes burny breath on ya! Whatever direction, he's on top of you, burny burny burny!
It's as bad as when Rick Taylor had to battle off The Corrupted to keep Jennifer Willis on the sacrificial altar safe from the approaching In The Hills, The Cities style giant Corrupted made up out of The Corrupted. But at least you got somewhere.
This - start, up it goes, blast it with the 'wock's eye wand, you burned to deathery.
But no mental phantasmagoria is going to beat me - I'll twat that bar steward if it kills me! Then, I shall gallumph to t'bottom of our stairs and bellow "Calloo, Callay" in chortling joy.
You see if I don't!
Gimme a P (please Bob)
Gimme a L
Gimme a A
Gimme a Y
What does that spell?
Ah, you're a brain-donor rioting looting yoof, therefore spelling is beyond your capabilites. See, it really doesn't matter if it's raining or it's fine, just as long as you've got time to R.I.O.T. Unless it's raining, then it's time to stay in with yer mum, drinking malty whorelicks with the 3Ds, a good kindled book, and P.L.A.Y., Play, Play away, play away (station), play (away) station, Playstation, PS3...
After getting past some electrified jelly monster and getting hacked off with Navi the fairy's fecking irritating "Hey! Lissen!", we return to the looking glass.
I took my VORPAL sword in hand, long time musical child stars of the golden age I sought, who'd fecked off back into the mirror and left an innocent blonde haired lad to be chopped up by grandmama (and not Judy Moran, The Godfather Granny of Oz), culminating in Ole Cloven hoof bringing about Ye Apocalypʃe by forcing posho gormsters to watch musicality of film. The Fame remake, or Glee.
Or something.
Anyhew, Back through the water, over the cogs, through the maze... why, this is getting to be a piece of piss!
Ah, here come's the 'wock!
Feck, feck, shitteryarse feck!
There's 4 modes - Easy, Normal, Hard, Nightmare. I'm on Normal, and the fecker's impossible!
One! Two! And through and I'm fecking burnt to death again!
The Meta is miles off, so you can't get to it before he flies over and breathes burny breath on ya! Whatever direction, he's on top of you, burny burny burny!
It's as bad as when Rick Taylor had to battle off The Corrupted to keep Jennifer Willis on the sacrificial altar safe from the approaching In The Hills, The Cities style giant Corrupted made up out of The Corrupted. But at least you got somewhere.
This - start, up it goes, blast it with the 'wock's eye wand, you burned to deathery.
But no mental phantasmagoria is going to beat me - I'll twat that bar steward if it kills me! Then, I shall gallumph to t'bottom of our stairs and bellow "Calloo, Callay" in chortling joy.
You see if I don't!
Sunday, 19 June 2011
What sort of people live about here...
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"But I don't want to go among ɱдԂ people," ᵰᶅᴉƈᶓ remarked.
"Ѻɦ, you can't ɦelp that," said the Ƈat: "we're all ɱдԂ here. I'm ɱдԂ. You're ɱдԂ."
"How do you know I'm ɱдԂ?" said ᵰᶅᴉƈᶓ.
"Ɣou must be, " said the Ƈat, "or you wouldn't ɦave come here."
"But I don't want to go among ɱдԂ people," ᵰᶅᴉƈᶓ remarked.
"Ѻɦ, you can't ɦelp that," said the Ƈat: "we're all ɱдԂ here. I'm ɱдԂ. You're ɱдԂ."
"How do you know I'm ɱдԂ?" said ᵰᶅᴉƈᶓ.
"Ɣou must be, " said the Ƈat, "or you wouldn't ɦave come here."
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