Ludogistics & The Irrational Thought Patterns Of A Great Many Things

For over half a year now, the gaming community has been going crazy with the news of Street Fighter IV, and it's eventual release on next-generation consoles. Fans have devoured every tender morsel of information emancipated from the clutches of Capcom with a vigor most likely fueled by hunger a decade old. I t has finally been unleashed this week, and the beasts have started gnawing and chomping at it without remorse. The famished hordes who did not have the luxury of inhabiting Arcade-implanted citadels are now being served. And it appears that the feast has just begun . For the record : I never was much of a street fighter . Competitive gaming was not, and still is not my thing. I have however, from season to season, dabbled in fighting games of all makes and genres. My youth was spent in part around local arcade machines of Mortal Kombat and King of Fighters; some of these games were played at friend's houses, on SNES machines I did not wish to own myself (being too

Oh hell! Friends and I went to the Comic Con last year and had a blast. But this year, the Comic Con featured freakin' Dragon Age on demo, a Penny-Arcade booth and a panel with Ken Levine (Bioshock) and Todd Howard (Fallout 3). Did we go the wrong year? Are we being punished for a deed so dark that we are being denied Dragon Age? Oh well, I guess we'll have to settle with a little video demo then...

Coming back from a very satisfying workday, I find myself sitting in the bus when Mogwa i slowly creeps into my ears. The orange glow of the street lights strobe, as the public transport speeds onto the highway, and I lose myself in a dream... I wake up when my stop is in view. There wasn't anything memorable about the dream. It came and went, like a breeze. I don't remember what it was about, nor do I care about looking for the memory in that jumble of a brain of mine. ...I was watching Miami Vice recently, so maybe that was just it. The Game That Dropped The Ball Sometimes, we come across things that annoy us so badly, so damned much, that we throw away water, baby, bath and all. A little thingy can become a monstrous aberration. A pebble grows to a boulder. Take walking for example... Or more to the point, Skate 2 . Hell of a great looking game, from what I've seen; Heavenly controls, from what I've tried. But something hides, dark and sinister, beneath th