Well, I don’t honestly think it’s entirely horrible, considering I find myself occasionally giggling to it. I just think I tend to go a bit too overboard with it, maybe. But much appreciated, guv.
“Ahh… Ah-hah-HAH! Finally, I am myself again! Now I can rule this world and the outer one as well! I need you no longer, Wario! I shall crush you like a bug!”
I beat Wario Land 3 about some two weeks ago. Luv’ly game, really, so I felt like drawing something to honour it, and what better way than the final battle between Wario and Rudy the Clown? I just bloody love his design, what with the red, sharp teeth, his surprisingly menacing facial expressions and especially the fact that he has trumpets for ears.
Eh, not much to say here, otherwise. Nothing particularly special about this picture. I do like how the colours and shading ended up, and I think Rudy looks rather spiffy in my style, if I do say so myself.
[28.4.2013 18:17:42] Flintheart Glomgold: You need to destroy it, Bond.
[28.4.2013 18:18:12] Flintheart Glomgold: Take this Hookshot, it’ll allow you to reach areas previously out of your reach, and it also doubles as a pen.
[28.4.2013 18:18:20] Flintheart Glomgold: We’re depending on you, Bond, good luck.
[28.4.2013 18:19:24] Michelle Williams: Oraiiight. Cheers, Q.
[28.4.2013 18:21:38] Flintheart Glomgold: …The James Bond films would’ve been so much more enjoyable if he was a scrubber from Yorkshire.
[28.4.2013 18:23:15] Michelle Williams: Oo-arr!
[28.4.2013 18:23:27] Michelle Williams: No martinis for me, lad.
[28.4.2013 18:23:33] Michelle Williams: Just a cuppa tea.
[28.4.2013 18:23:56] Michelle Williams: *tips flat cap*
[28.4.2013 18:24:34] Flintheart Glomgold: …Miss Moneypenny as a farmer’s wife, my God.
(Michelle Williams was me.)
her i cum,ruffa dan de resdadem
de besdadem, tuffa dan leahter
u can cal me knukls, unlik sanc i dont chukel
id rathr fex ma mussels
am hard ass nals,it ant hard to telll
i brek em dawn wether dey solid or freil
unlik de rest im’ dependnet sinc myi frist breth,first testt dan de worsts’ left
iall bi the une tu set yor hearrt free tru
cleaens yoursefl of dem evel sprits thas’ n yu
wont bi freightned il’l stnd uo tu all de pain n turmuil
jyst believ in myself wont relyi on othres
get ths powerr to wiep out de havock an anrachuy
ths is ma plante gonnu fihgt for mi destsiny
So, I bought Psychonauts on Steam at some point I can’t remember exactly (this Winter or this Spring?) and beat it somewhere around March. And well…
That I hadn’t heard of this game ever before.
Seriously, it’s fucking great. I got around to beating it a second time some weeks ago, just to try and catch every conversation, bit of dialogue and easter egg I was able to.
“Wey aye, man. Ye cannit defeat me, leyk! Ye wastin’ ye teym. Aa’ve been having stotty cyek an’ Newcastle Ale Broon since Aa was a bairn, yer knaa. Aye wey, Aa’m reet canny. Aalways ruff an’ ready. Definitely not a dirty Mackem! Yerknaaworraameenleyk?”
Probably came out pretty rubbish, but I need to spend my time somehow before my new tablet arrives, so what better way than trying to improve my Geordiespeak?
As I’ve been performing various janitorial duties as part of my civil service at a vocational school, I wear sexy overalls all of the time. I then noticed that my overalls have this little pocket for an ID card, which I don’t have. So, I cut meself a fitting piece of paper and grabbed a pen and…