Ball droids, vagina phone batteries, sriracha beer, Groot swings and more.
I wonder if they heard the name of the new Terminator movie, and mistook it for a renewed interest in the classic console?
Edible cake billboards, Michael Rooker in your virtual toybox, actual sand in your sandbox video game, death by masturbation and more reader-submitted stories from over the weekend.
Much like the Gen-Xers who collected comic books and toys, we millenials are wasting our precious, hard-earned money by collecting ancient silicon chips ensconced in plastic cartridges. Most of which are complete crap.
Just ask my wife – any cute animal is improved by a little hat.
The original synth music reminds me of what I loved when I was ten. I want the soundtrack yesterday. Or yester-decade…or three.
Sonic now wears a scarf around his neck to make him look more like John Wayne.
This was sufficiently long that I divided it into two parts, but I don’t think you’ll feel…unsupplied by either.
Speaking as a guy who had to cover a Hatsune Miku panel at Otakon some years back, allow me to speak freely and say that Hatsune Miku, and the weird pop-cultural cult around her, is both fascinating and, well, weird.
Looks like Donald’s nephews’ videogame resurrection went over so well that more revivals are coming.