Y’know, not to give anything away about this game, but my friend Zack had chickens (he still has chicken, singular), and those chickens managed to survive for weeks. Also, if you’re being charged by an ostrich, you should step to one side, grab it by the neck, and hold its head down until someone comes to rescue you. (This knowledge courtesy Rachel Bess, who is awesome.) Apparently an ostrich will just disembowel your shit if you aren’t careful.
So be careful, okay?
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I gotta say, I am looking forward to the hint system in this game. Jim Aikin is to hint systems what Tom Selleck is to moustaches.
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Oh, man, one of my favorite games as a kid was this shareware DOS thing called Sleuth. You were a detective ASCII happy face and there were all these suspect ASCII happy faces and you had to go from room to room looking for the thing with bloodstains on it, because that was the murder weapon, obvs, and someone’s alibi would not match up and oh my God they were the murderer and if you took too long finding the murder weapon or something you died. Scott Greig’s Sleuth has a lot to live up to, is what I’m saying.
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I like the title. It’s evocative and contradictory all at once. Like “circus lawyer” or “Hawaiian cheese dip.”
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Go check it out! I’m going to, as soon as I’ve located and eradicated the rank odor emanating from this sink full of dishes I should have washed but didn’t. (You guys read this blog because you enjoy up-to-the-minute reporting on the tiniest details of my domestic situation, right? Because I can totally set up a webcam. Giant pandas nothin’, it is my unwashed rice cooker that will move you to tears as it forces you to contemplate the beauty and fragility of human existence. Also, if I leave it in there long enough, it will probably grow some sort of tree, which will be interesting scientifically. And violate the terms of my lease.)
Oh, and if you haven’t played any of the Apollo 18 tribute games yet, you should go do that! I wrote one of them, so everyone who’s been up my ass to write a game gets to be briefly excited before the disappointment sets back in. What more could a person ask for from life?
Pissy Little Sausages 