videogame things you think about a lot (Part 1)

[doolittle]

Maybe youtube’s preeminent Duke Nukem shitposter would come in within (crowdfunded) budget

DUKE QUOTES WEEK 1

Gianni Matragrano

[shelter]

new videogame thing i think about a lot

mike

[vodselbt]

The House of The Dead 2 all SFX (Sound Effects) + Unused dialogue

[Brooks]

don’t come

[Broco]

[ellaguro]

i love these kinds of videos because they are unironically a good source of samples to use in my own music

[vodselbt]

that’s what I was thinking!! would love l hear these AM2 Sega sounds in more songs some day. I swear the Death Grips song Spikes has samples like Mortal Kombat for some of its percussion. Love it!

[VastleCania]

just saw this today but i think it will be in my head for a long time

[HoboSupportAct]

If ‘paramecium’ is Engrish for ‘paracetamol’ in this context then this is an amusing variation of I’m More Than a Headache

[loki]

iirc, it’s the name of the game’s villain

[Broco]

Whenever I feel down I ask myself the question, who would win in a fight between me and a single-celled eukaryote? OK, too easy. How about me versus one million parameciums, arrayed against me from all directions like the Smith clones in Matrix Reloaded? And that makes me feel as proud and strong as the man in your screenshot

[Father.Torque]

No can do pal

[VastleCania]

I sent this to Alicia and she replies with this:

[villain]

back when tumblr was getting popular there was a tumblr for every stupid goddamn thing, and i sarcastically suggested a tumblog for isolated percussion tracks from video games, but it wound up being a cool idea.

[Broco]

One Must Fall 2097’s readme.txt includes this section:

------------------------------ "A good story is everything. Sometimes the
--- ONE MUST KNOW THE PLOT --- truth just doesn't make a good movie."
------------------------------ - R. Nixon

The year is 2097. Friday. You’ve waited for this night since you were
a child. Fifteen years of training will be used tonight - your future
career the main prize.

“The left elbow still needs a little work… Just three more days! Move
the fight to next Friday and they won’t know what hit 'em!”

Lying on the table, you can’t see where the voice came from, but you
recognized the colorful language of Team Chief ‘Plug’ McEllis.
“Don’t be nervous, Plug. This 'bot is fresh from the factory and the
best there is.” You reply, trying to hide the shaking in your own
voice. “I’ll show you just how good a job your team did.”

“I know you will. It’s just that this is your first match and your
opponent’s tenth. Should give you more time…”

Time to what? Sim training gets old. There’s no simulator that can
compare with the real thing. “I have to do it now. The Board will see
me as a challenger and hothead. I need the edge to get in this season’s
schedule.”

“Good luck to ya… Give 'em an uppercut for me.” says Plug.

The attendants begin checking your suit. You can feel the small needles
in the helmet pressing into your skull. Fifteen minutes to show time.
You feel a slight burning sensation as the drugs which connect you to
the super computer seep into your spine. A cute attendant leans over
the bed and gives you a wink.

“Nighty night… Remember me when you’re famous.”

Your eyes begin to shut. You blink a few times, trying not to fight the
medication. Finally, your eyes begin to close as you lose
consciousness.

METAL! You can’t believe the feeling! Your eyes open, but they’re not
your own. You look at your hand and flex it into a fist. You strike
the fist against your opposite palm and the sound is like two trains
smashing together. You realize you’ll never get used to “jacking in,”
the feeling of power you get from suddenly becoming a few hundred tons
of dangerous equipment.

“You there, kid?” says a voice inside your head.

You now hear several voices in the background, “Physical attributes
steady. All systems mark.”

You turn your head over to the body lying on the bed ten meters away and
almost 30 meters below.

You speak, your voice amplified a hundred times, “I’m slice, Plug.
Let’s do some crushin’!”

It is no longer blood you feel pumping, but Synthoil. Your eyes now
show you heat dissipation factors, metal strength, weapon power, damage
scales, and some other figures so complicated you know to ignore them.
Even though you no longer have blood, it feels like your pulse is
climbing as the clock over the door nears 00:00.

“Zero hour. Let 'er roar!”

The door opens. The crowd cheers. The game begins.

---

Welcome to One Must Fall 2097. In this future, national governments are
puppets of the multinational corporations. One such corporation, World
Aeronautics and Robotics (WAR), runs the entire show with a silk-covered
iron fist. “All’s fair in love and WAR” is the most common phrase of the
day. […] Every other company relies on WAR for space travel to Earth’s
four off-world stations. WAR provides systems for governments and
companies alike for security and defense.

WAR is power. And you’re a part of it.

[BustedAstromech]

@Broco

I’m slice, Plug.
Let’s do some crushin’!

I’m SLICE
PLUG

[loki]

[Broco]

Invincibility frame abuse in Flashback (which was basically prince of persia with guns)

• Landmine in front of a wall? Do a running jump over the landmine and slam violently against the wall, falling backwards onto the landmine, which explodes, and get back up no worse for wear. There’s iframes during the “slam violently against wall” animation
• Two mutants set up a pincer ambush from the left and right of the screen? Just drop between them in the center of the screen, wait a beat for them to notice you, then press spacebar to calmly draw your gun (iframe animation). They both shoot at the exact same time and die

[idiot]

Dan Douglas

[idiot]

thinking about a hypothetical person who buys a ps5 and is like “damn i gotta check how natural doctrine runs on this thing” & plays that before anything else