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I started looking through mine and found a lot of old gems too. Psy-ops, DMC3, spyhunter, twisted metal black, spiderman 2, soul calibur 3, the mega man anniversary collections, Tony hawk american wasteland, marvel ultimate alliance and oh god. Dragon Ball Z fighting games, god I miss those. Ah memories...

I actually really really miss GC controllers. They were hands down the best designed most comfortable controllers ever made IMO. If the C-stick had been just a tiny bit larger they would have been absoutely perfect. OT: MediEvil & Ape Escape were both great series but I've got a feeling they haven't aged well at all. As for Rayman prepare for an insanely difficult platformer. However if you end up liking it, I suggest grabbing Rayman origins off steam when you finish this. Origins is hands down the single best platforming game I have ever played. Imagine a cross between classic mario and super meat boy with one of the greatest soundtracks ever thrown in.

Here we go... :tin::tin::tin::tin:

Oh wow I just realized I haven't shared any stories about Nick and Blake in this thread yet... Now my friends Nick, Blake and James are the entire reason any of the crap that happens in these stories ever happen. 10 years ago they were the first people to say "Hey, let's give these underage kids some of our alchohol!" and the vicious cycle of our con behavior began. My earliest memory of hanging out with them was me, Zakk, Blake, & James on a balcony near the top floor of the Marriot drinking absinthe... Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down... Drinkable hallucinogens should not be consumed at high altitudes. Especially not when the people around you are dressed as satan or riding around in wheelchairs converted to look like a tank while dressed like a monster. Pictured: James being awesome. These are the people that showed me all nerds turn into raging frat boys when small amounts of alchohol are introduced in a large gathering and last year I couldn't afford my own hotel room for the first time so I decided to bunk up with Nick & Blake. That one time we got trapped in the Westin. Now Nick & Blake have been going to cons for almost 20 years now. They come well prepared. Once we had checked into the westin Nick started asking to use the service/freight elevator to get our luggage up to the room. The luggage consisted of: -3 plastic tubs filled with liquor bottles -6 12 packs of beer -a dozen assorted boxes of snack foods -2 sleeping bags -4 pillows -An industrial hand cart -3 heavy luggage suitcases -2 backpacks -2 coolers -4 12 packs of coke -6 2 liter bottles of hawaiin punch -4 bags of groceries After taking nearly 2 hours just to check in and load all that crap into the room we unpacked and set up. Nick quickly got to work whipping up his signature con drink "Gorilla Killa" in the bathroom while blake and I did the rest. I grabbed one of the grocery bags and asked what needed to be put into a cooler to which Blake replied "Beer and liquor nothing else..." "Um... Blake there's lettuce and broccoli and tomatoes in these grocery bags don't those need to be kept cold?" I asked. His only response was to grab all these fresh vegetables and stick them in the sock drawer. What had I gotten myself into. See Blake's doctor had recently told him to "eat healthy" which Blake followed by almost exclusively eating gigantic salads drenched in gallons of ranch dressing which was pretty much a guaranteed sight upon entering the room that weekend. After everything was put away nick poured me a jug of Gorilla Killa and the con had officially begun. We sat around having a few drinks before heading off to registration. While we were doing this Nick popped open a box of Triscuits and offered me one. I reached into the box and grabbed one, only to pull out about 30 of them that had been glued together. "The fuck is this?" Upon further inspection this was an elaborate disguise for the full pound bag of marijuana underneath. The con itself was fairly uneventful that year. I chalk that up mostly to the fact that; A) Zakk was not staying with us and... Saturday morning Zakk ended up leaving the con completely after his jaw that had been broken 2 weeks earlier and was still recovering from the surgery had gotten MASSIVELY INFECTED & ballooned up to the size of a child's fist. Sunday afternoon some guy came up to the room to buy a little of Nick's pot to help us cover the cost of staying there. While the deal was being made we made small talk. After asking him how he was enjoying the con he told us a story about how the previous night he nearly got into a full on fist fight with some kid. Here is his story verbatim. "So the other night I was walking down the smoking area and I saw, well, it was basically a bunch of whores and I turned to my friend and said, "Hey look it's a bunch of whores" then this dude gets up in my face and starts shouting "MOVE ALONG BRO, JUST MOVE ALONG OR DO SOMETHING!" so I just turned my ass around and walked away." After asking him about the event further he started describing the kid and I started asking questions to confirm this. Take a wild guess who it was? "So this guy was all like "Hey, look a bunch of whores" and I was all like "MOVE ON BRO!"... Sure enough Chris had gone apeshit on this guy as he had been doing all weekend when anyone stared at his new wife for more than a moment. The rest of the Con was almost unbelievably calm by my standards. That is until we tried to leave... 42 flights between us and freedom... We had it all planned out. It was all supposed to go so smoothly. -Wake up. 6 AM SHARP -Pack up everything -Check out BEFORE the 2000 other people in this hotel also wanted to leave. -Get our car from the valet BEFORE 2000 other people wanted their cars -Leave and get home by 10 AM. Needless to say NONE OF THAT HAPPENED. I tried to be responsible, I really did. I stayed up all night so that I could get Blake & Nick up so we could leave on time and my efforts did no good here's what actually happened. 5:30 AM.-- I stumble drunkenly back to the westin from the hyatt 5:45-- get breakfast from consuite that consisted on unused ingredients leftover from the weekend 6:00-- enter hotel room to find Blake passed out across 2 hotel bucket seats with a giant salad in a bowl on his lap. 6:05-- Tap blake on the shoulder to wake him. Blake quickly sits up spilling salad on the chair and falls back asleep. 6:07-- Try to wake Blake again. He jumps to his feet throwing the salad from his lap onto Nick's bed. 6:08-- Blake walks across the room and gets in his sleeping bag without saying anything and falls asleep again. 6:10-- Opt to wake Nick instead. He tells me to just come back in another hour. 6:15-- I arrive back at the hyatt and continue drinking with some off duty convention security staff. 7:00-- Arrive back at the westin. Return to the room to find nick has rolled over into the salad. 7:05-- Finish laughing. 7:06-- Wake Nick, Inform him of lettuce stuck to his face and tell him it's time to get up. Nick says one more hour... 7:15-- Arrive back at hyatt decide to keep drinking with security. 7:50-- Inform new security buddies I've got to leave for real this time, they ask if I need an escort back to my hotel as it's "Homeless hour" I politely decline. 7:51-- Turn corner to head to the westin. Immediately met with homeless man in prison jumpsuit and gold teeth. 7:53-- Attempt to lose homeless man by claiming "This is my hotel sorry I gotta go" make wrong turn and walk into a pharmacy. 8:07-- Now safe to leave pharmacy after homeless man has left. 8:15-- Finally arrive back at hotel room. Luckily nick and blake are already up. I wish I could say that at this point we packed up and left no problems, but this was Dragoncon, you can't "Just leave the hotel" at this hour on the last day, not while thousands of other people are trying to do that exact same thing. We spent a good hour and a half packing and cleaning. Yes cleaning. Nick insisted on doing the maids job. We took our industrial hand cart loaded with our luggage and went into the hall around 9:30 and watched literally dozens of completely full elevators come and go. It wasn't until almost noon when I managed to beg a hotel staff member to let us hitch a ride on the maids elevator down with our stuff with some BS sob story I made up on the fly after seeing an opportunity to escape. That glimmer of hope upon finally reaching the lobby was shattered when we got to the parking lot. It would be at least another hour before we could get our car. 1:30 PM we finally get the car. Nick opened up the back hatch on his scion and with amazing precision stacked everything in back like a game of tetris. We all hop in the car and Nick tore from the parking lot onto Ponce De Leon Avenue. HOME FREE! WE BEAT THE MASS EXODUS OF THE WESTIN PRISON! WE CAN FINALLY LEAVE ATLANTA! No, that would be simple. Of course something else had to go wrong. As soon as Nick made the turn onto one of the busiest intersections of downtown Atlanta the rear hatch flew open. And what was all the luggage stacked on top of? That god damn industrial hand cart. I heard this loud "WHOOOOSH" and snapped my head to the right to see all those boxes and suitcases neatly stacked beside me slide into the road. The brakes squealed and Nick took a deep breath "GO FUCKERS MOVE!" He screamed. Blake and I sprinted out of the car. There were suitcases, boxes, and bottles full of liquor rolling in all directions and a few people from the Westin parking lot darted out to help us. Then like liquour bottles were some sort of hobo bat signal, seven (Yes, SEVEN!) homeless guys appeared out of absolutely nowhere. Luckily by the time they could reach the car everything was packed away again. One of them stepped up to Nick's open window and in a voice that sounded like he gargled broken glass that morning said "I tried to come help you guys out here but errebody else too fast". Nick replied to the man by forcefully opening the door which shoved him to the ground and said "I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" and sped out of Atlanta as fast as he possibly could.

While I love JJ Abrams I have to agree with Gigolo that he could do more harm than good to a valve universe film. I'd prefer to see someone like Zakk Snyder in charge of this, even though that would mean the movie would be borderline perfect but only 7 people would watch it.

You have just been hired for the developement of the world's first SPUF themed amusement park. Here is the land you'll have to work with. This is Professor Fun Police. His job is to make sure the park is safe, fun, and profitable. No one likes this douche. It looks like we have a bunch of guests with nothing to do, so we need to start building some attractions to make everyone happy. What should we build first?

Due to dozens of lawsuits over: -animal maulings -drowning -whiplash -Diabetes from overconsumption of free rep cookies -missing persons SPUF land has been closed pending investigation. SPUF land will re open next season.

The entire park is bulldozed and replaced with an artificial lake. Guests are hungry.

Faint sounds can be heard coming from the cage. It's the professor screaming something about lawsuits. He also mentions that guests are very hot and would like to cool off and suggests building a pool complex.

While certainly capable the animals cannot stomach the taste of people vile enough to litter. We only have one planet. No one understands this better than the polar bears.

While attempts to euthanize the animals via roller coaster have failed they seem to be getting along well.

While you have acess to plenty of the polar bears natural diet it can't be placed outside the cage thanks to the professor's wizardry. It seems the only option is to recapture and cage the free range polar bears.

The professor's powers are strong and by some form of witchcraft he prevents you from directly placing him in the cage. Meanwhile The male polar bear seems to be looking for food but the smell of vomit seems to be impeding his efforts. As for the mother bear and cubs they are wandering off as a pack.

You make the necessary adjustments to the proffessor's cage and put a new polar bear in there with him. You even add a nice viewing area so the guests can see.

You buy one of each polar bear so you have a cute family of them to attract new guests. They are dropped outside the professor's habitat. The bears quickly become hungry and ravenous from the stench of blood coming from "The Best" The professor is extremely angry at this point and tells you to take them out.

How many polar bears and of what type should be added to the park. Shall we build a cage for them?

New attractions available!

Without proper janitorial staff there must be consequences for littering.

Upon complaints of lacking scenery the Professor's hole was upgraded to a themed attraction.

The professor flails about and attempts to climb the barbed wire only to fail repeatedly.

Lots of angry shouting is heard from the professor's hole as the new pricing is put into place.

The professor is strangely immortal. Try as you might not even consecutive rides on "The Best" suceed in murdering him. So you instead opt to dig a hole and sick him in it. Rep cookies, Whine-a-cola, and a bathroom facility have been opened.

The professor seems very insistent on these basic ammenities.

Thanks to a few brave souls "The Best" and the paths from its exits contain large quantities of blood, feces, and urine. Hire Janitor crew?