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Movies / Chappie
« on: February 08, 2015, 01:24:18 pm »
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8b4FjT13fs" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8b4FjT13fs</a>

All aboard the robot-feels train!

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Console Games / RUNBOW
« on: October 08, 2014, 01:18:05 pm »
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB7E_bdofiY" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB7E_bdofiY</a>

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Runbow is an action party game with a unique art style and a never-before seen colour mechanic that will keep you running back for more. Platforms and obstacles appear and disappear as the background colour changes, so if you can’t see something, it doesn’t exist. Whether you're playing alone or with friends, Runbow is fast, frantic, and a lot of fun.

Players can race against each other in The Runbow Run, or go head to head in a number of different modes including King of the Hill and Arena to name a few. Use the Wii U GamePad to become the malevolent ColourMaster controlling the colours and the obstacles in the level, or tackle our toughest game mode, The Bowhemoth, a 30+ minute platforming challenge that will put the patience and skill of even the toughest players to the test.

If dozens of game modes, hundreds of unlockable costumes, and a crazy, colourful gaming challenge sounds like fun, then you better get ready to Runbow!



So I've been looking for the right time to post this up here and I figure this is a good a time as any.  So for the last few months I've been working with a great gang of guys on RUNBOW, and now that we're officially on our way to Indiecade to go hang out with Nintendo, I figured I should get the shameless self promotion train a-rolling.

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Everything Else / Chicken Chicken Chicken: Chicken Chicken
« on: July 04, 2013, 12:52:45 am »






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Music / Foreign Music
« on: March 04, 2013, 10:12:34 pm »
Hey!  I've been trying to track down some more cool non-english songs.  I was wondering if you guys could help me with this endeavor.  Here's some of my own to contribute to the collection:

Sportfreunde Stiller - '54, '74, '90, 2010

Paprika - The Girl in Byakkoya

Edith Piaf - Tu Es Partout

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Hello and welcome to this year's Gamingsteve Free-for-all Raceathalon!  Both spectators and racers from all walks are welcome.  Post relevant gifs or still images along with commentary!

As with every year, this year's course is varied and complicated.  As always, antics are expected and welcomed.  The winner will receive a boon of 5 Tons of Flax and a 10$ gift certificate to Denny's.

Gentlemen!  Start your engines!


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Everything Else / The Cosplay Thread
« on: June 09, 2011, 02:39:23 pm »
So, some of you may remember when I posted a few pictures of myself cosplaying at last year's FanExpo in Toronto in a suit of Power Armor from Fallout.



Now, I've been working on and off on my next costume for the upcomming FanExpo in August on and off for the last few months.  I'm just starting to get back into it, so I figure it's about time that we get a Cosplay Thread going, because I doubt I'm the only one interested in this sort of thing.

So, do any of you guys cosplay?  Do you want to cosplay?  What as?  At which conventions?  Have any tips or questions?  This is the place for them.

Incidentally, in case you were wondering, I'm going as a Quarian this year.


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Forum Games / I Spy: Gigapan Edition
« on: May 28, 2011, 02:37:37 pm »
So, some of you may have heard of a website called Gigapan.  Using crazy space technology, they are able to create insanely high resolution panorama photos that you can zoom and pan though, looking down at tiny details.  Inspired by a picture I saw elsewhere, I realized we can make a game of this.

This will play out similarly to many other games around here.  I will post a link to a specific gigapan image, as well as a very zoomed in image of something I found in it.  The first person to highlight the location of my image on the furthur zoomed out one gets to pic the next image, either from the same gigapan or another.  After each day or so if nobody finds my image, I will post a new one that's zoomed out a bit more.


Here's how one game may play out:

I give you this image and gigapan.

LINK


And then you show me where it is like so:




Simple!



Now for the real thing.  Click on the image to get the link to the Gigapan.  First person to find Waldo wins.  I'm resonably certain you'll need me to zoom out at least once for this one.



Happy hunting!

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Come, gather round children and let me spin you a tale.  It is a tale of adventure.  A tale of intrigue.  This is the tale of my attempt to submit my government security clearance forms for my co-op.

I suppose it would be prudent for me to start at the beginning.  Last night, in the midst of a busy evening of drawing pictures for internet-folk, I received new correspondence from my co-op contact at the Canadian Emergency Management College.  Included was a form to be signed and delivered in person to a non-descript building in the middle of downtown Ottawa, with the unspecific direction of giving it to "Security".  I didn't think much of it, simply looking up the location in Google Maps and plotting my bus route for the morning.

After watching the dawn break outside my window, I began my intrepid journey.  Tired and hungry from a long night of Internet, I went to my usual haunt for early morning noms, Denny's.  Upon arrival, I was distraught to see that the current server was one I had tangled with in the past.  Not in a very open sense mind you, but on a battlefield of psychological warfare.  I'm certain he remembers me because he does this every time.  Despite my consistently tipping well and everything, he seems to do all in his power to avoid me for as long as possible.  I ask for coffee, he goes and gives refills to every other customer in the restaurant before coming back to me.  I'm finished eating and following him with my eyes, signalling that I want my bill, he somehow manages to tour the entire restaurant without looking my way once.  Also my Moons-Over-My-Hammy was unusually soggy with a substandard egg to cheese ratio.  Still, it was enough to satisfy me and shortly after I was off on my way.

Arriving at the bus stop, I was amused to find that the bus schedule monitor had crashed and was unable to reconnect to the main system.  Entertaining as this was, it caused me to be unable to predict the bus arrivals.  A small inconvenience, but an inconvenience nonetheless.  As the first 98 came in and was instantly filled to capacity, I stood vigilant for the next 15 minutes later, managing to hop on quick enough to grab a seat in preparation for my 35 minute ride downtown. 

Upon arriving at my destination I immediately set off in the direction Google Maps had pointed me in the hours before, knowing the general location of the building I seeked.  Unfortunately, being in the heart of downtown Ottawa, every building nearby was a nondescript building covered in Canadian flags, with little rhyme or reason to the numbering.  Checking the building number written on the form I was to hand in, I hazarded a guess and stepped into a building close enough that it had the potential to be correct.  Fully aware that I could be mistaken, I went straight to the guard at the reception and asked if the building was the one I was looking for.  When they asked what I was here for, I assumed that meant I was correct.

Thus began and incredibly baffling conversation wherein I told her my direction to bring the form to security.  Upon looking at it, she shook her head and said I needed to give it to my employer, to which I replied it was my employer who gave me said directions.  The conversation continued looping in this fashion until I finally had enough.  Realizing that I was getting nowhere, I tried my first query again, only to have the guard say "Oh" and inform me I was in fact in the wrong building.  It turns out the nondescript building covered in Canadian flags I was looking for was actually right next door to the nondescript building covered in Canadian flags I was currently in.  Thanking them for they delayed yet still useful assistance, I continued on my journey.

And so began my next trial.  Again approaching the guard at the front desk, I described my mission to her, showing her the form.  She immediately pointed me in the direction of the Identification Office, where I would apparently finally find out what the whole point of this ridiculous excursion was.  There I ended up in line with a Quebecer chatting vehemently with the clerk there.  While I do speak French rather well, my Quebec is somewhat lacking, though I was able to discern that whatever they were discussing, it would be expiring in 2016.  Good to know.

After 15 minutes of slurred mangling of the French language, I was finally able to speak with the clerk, who immediately remarked that I was yet again in the wrong place.  The receptionist had given me incorrect directions.  I was to take the form to Security on the 3rd floor.  However to do so, I first needed to pass by the mighty gatekeeper, who informed me I first needed a pass from the receptionist.

Returning to her once again, I explained my plight.  She stated the only way I could get one is if my contact who had given me the form could vouch for me.  I could not remember the name of the woman who sent me the form, but I did remember the name of my employer, complicatedly spelt as it was.  However, despite my edeilic memory, the receptionist was unable to find her in the system, and without a phone number to contact her, I was out of luck.

Thinking quickly, I remembered I had all the necessary information still in the e-mail on my account.  I asked the receptionist if there were any internet cafes nearby where I could find a computer to which she replied, "Er, lots.  Bridgestone maybe?" and pointed me in the direction of an intersection I miraculously knew the location of, given that it was where my bus had stopped in the first place 3 blocks away.  Thanking her for her assistance of a sort, I continued onwards.

Arriving at the Bridgestone, I was dismayed to find that it did not have its own computers as I was lead to believe, and instead only served Wi-Fi and delicious coffee.  Again thinking fast and realizing that I would get nowhere wandering aimlessly through the streets, I asked a barista if there was a nearby public library.  Surely a library would have the computer I seeked!  To my luck, there was!  Another 3 blocks away from where my form needed to be, at another bus stop I had passed earlier.

Finally arriving at the library, with the computers within sight, literally 5 meters away, I was informed the library was closed by the man attending the cafe, who had apparently set himself up as a sort of keeper of the palace of knowledge and internet.  The only people allowed in at the moment were apparently a part of some sort of class, which consisted of them sitting in a circle watching people play tennis badly on TV.  Resigning myself to waiting, I bought an energy drink to keep me going and settled in for the 45 minute wait alongside a homeless man and a large fellow in a boonie cap who kept leering at me.  During this time I read through 3 different newspapers, one of which consisted of nothing but election and Bin Laden coverage.  I only ended up finishing half of my drink as I was still full from breakfast.

Finally, the Grand Keeper of Knowledge and also Sandwiches deigned I could enter.  Hurrying to the computers as a large throng of people suddenly flooded the library, I was surprised to find that you needed a library card to access them.  Desperate at this point, I inquired regarding that, and found they actually also had temporary internet cards as well.  Heading to the accounts desk, I waited patiently behind a line that hadn't been there 30 seconds before, until I finally had the key to my e-mail.  Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, I accessed my e-mail, writ down the information, returned the card, and was out of the library within 2 minutes.

Accessing my e-mail I learned another important fact however.  It would seem the address pointing to a nondescript building covered in Canadian flags on my form was not the same address pointing to a nondescript building covered in Canadian flags that was in the email.  Opting to investigate this building instead, I headed towards it, discovering that it was in fact right across the street from the first building I visited.  I was certain I finally had the right location and that soon my journey would be over.  However, the final trial would prove one of the most taxing of all.

Entering the foyer, I did as I had done repeatedly before and approached the guards at the reception.  I explained my mission and showed my form, to which she nodded before noticing some sort of incongruency with it.  Handing me off to another guard, he examined it for a moment, before determining that it was in fact correct.  After making a phone call, he said he would go upstairs and get a person from the mysterious Security I had long sought to take the form from me.  And that was the last I saw of him.

15 minutes later I was informed by another guard that the previous guard would not be returning.  She would instead make some calls on my behalf to attempt to settle this matter once and for all.  For that she needed the contact information that I had just painstakingly collected.  The sheet of paper on which it was however had mysteriously vanished that very moment.  As she patiently waited, I checked every possible location, finding nothing.  Eventually my hand drifted back down into the pocket I had first put it in, a pocket I had already checked numerous times, to discover that it had magiced its way back into it after its pan-dimensional journey.  Finally able to give her the information, she contacted her supervisor with it, who in turn said that I was to contact the one who sent me the form in the first place and have her retrieve it.  I was now placed in the difficult position of contacting someone whom I had never had any real correspondence with, and whom I had no clue as to the actual location of.

Luck was on my side at last as I called the number and discovered she was in fact within the very building I found myself in.  Within 10 minutes she was in the lobby and the exchange at last took place.  Now free of the burden of the form, I headed back outside to return to the bus stop.  And then it started raining.  Hurrying towards the bus stop I had come from, I realized it was in fact on a one way street, and my stop was elsewhere.  Hoping I was making the right decision, I headed in the most likely direction, emerging onto the street to see my bus rounding the corner one block down, and heading for the bus stop one block up.  After one last mad dash, I just managed to reach it in time, thus ending my grand adventure.

As I sat on the bus through the long ride home, I reflected on my adventure and wise words said by my mother many years before.  "Martin," she had said, "Promise me you will never work for the government."  A warning too late understood perhaps.  Hindsight is 20/20 and I had now come to understand the power of the government bureaucracy first hand.  It was a powerful force for both good and evil, and no matter how much we loathed it, it deserved our respect.

After all, its nonsense bought me an extra week of vacation before work starts.

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Console Games / L.A. Noire
« on: November 12, 2010, 09:41:15 pm »
http://www.rockstargames.com/lanoire//

Rockstar Games Presents:

Noir-esque 1920s looking crime drama!

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Everything Else / The Nostalgia Thread
« on: October 06, 2010, 11:02:30 pm »
I am in the process of nostalgiaing so hard right now.  The last time this happened, I made the back in my day game, which turned out to be a resounding failure as people missed the point.  This time I'm going to make it more straight forward.

This is your place to post about memories of yesteryear.  Things you miss, things you remember, things you long for from simpler times, things that blow your mind because holy carp the 90s were 10 years ago!

And on that delightful note, I reitterate what I just mentioned in the Offtopic Topic, about memories of 60 cents a liter gas.

Also, dinosaurs should not have feathers.

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Console Games / Rock Band 3
« on: July 29, 2010, 06:56:53 am »
http://www.rockband.com/zine/rock-band-3-announcements

Rock Band 3!

83 new songs!

Keyboard!

7 players at once!

Pro mode! (Hell yes!)

Sister Christian by Night Ranger (Also Hell yes!)

Bohemian Rhapsody too!

Discuss!

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Storytelling and Roleplaying / Text Based Adventure
« on: July 23, 2010, 11:22:30 am »
Right, so what we're going to be doing is playing out a text based adventure, similar to a game like Zork, making stuff up as we go along.  I will start us off with a description of our current location and what our first action is.  The next poster will write up the result of that action, followed by our next action.  This then continues on down the line.  Feel free to make up game mechanics as necessary as we go along.  Let's see what happens.



You are standing in what appears to be the foyer of a house.  You see a table with a stack of papers on it nearby.  To the North is a closed door, which presumably leads outside.  To the South is an open door leading into the house.  To the East is a closet.

> Examine self_

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Movies / Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World
« on: July 22, 2010, 07:51:04 pm »
So, I just got through reading the first book in this epic series of graphic novels called Scott Pilgrim.



So I'm surfing the net to find out more info about this amazingly witty book, and look what I find.

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgOLmjhxVVU" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgOLmjhxVVU</a>

Apparently it's comming out in August.  If it is anything as funny as the first book, it will be awesome.

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Forum Games / The Backwards Topic Topic
« on: July 06, 2010, 09:00:28 am »
Right then.  I have vauge memories of this being here once long ago, but regardless, where doing this.  Where making this happen.

So, basically the point of this thread is to post in reverse order, replying in advanced to the person who posted before you.

An example would go like this:

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While you raise a good point, I'm afraid I don't agree.  It's perfectly justifyied.
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Frankly I don't understand why this would be the case.  It seems like overkill to me.
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So, apparently we are now are now at war with everyone.  Your thoughts?

Right then, let's get started.

[OP EDIT]
I think it's probably best if you don't name particular people as posting before as there is no guarentee they will.



Ok, that's quite enough of this nonsence.  Thread locked.  Thank God that's over.

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Right then, so I had an idea yesterday.  It's not the most original, and I think we may have mentioned similar concepts from time to time, but here it is.  Everyone likes getting mail.  Mail is pretty cool.  In addition to this, we have forum members from all over the world.  Stuff from far away places is pretty cool.  So here's the idea.  Everyone who wants to be involved get's assigned someone to send something to in a sort of Secret Santa fashion.  That something should be something that is fairly unique to your location.  Say, for instance, in my case since I'm in Toronto, I could send out a souvenir from the city, a keychain or whathave you.  This could then be supplemented with a letter, or some small change in the local currency or any other small knicknacks I feel like sending out.

Basically, if all goes well, everyone involved would revive some small item, probably not worth any more than 5$ or so, from the other side of the world.  Ideally what I would like to do is make a program that will randomly assign everyone to their target, while ensuring that they will be receiving something from a different country, or if that's not possible (we have a lot of members from the US), then at the very least from the other side of their own country.

Now, if you want to be involved in this, it will take some commitment.  Upon a cursory search of international shipping rates, you will probably have to pay around 20$ to get your package out there, which is another reason why things should be kept small.  Also, this will require commitment on your part.  It would suck if someone sends out a well thought out package, only to discover that the person sending something to them has dropped out.  If you want to participate, you need to agree that you will, under all but the most extreme circumstances, send out a package.

Anyway, that's the concept.  What are your thoughts?  Currently I'm thinking that for now you can just say you'll participate, and once we have a few people, I'll get everyone's shipping information from everyone.  Upon giving me the information, that is your iron clad agreement to participate.  I will then assign everyone to someone else, with people being unaware of who they will be getting something from, because it's more fun that way, and inform everyone of their targets.

So, that's that.  Any questions?

2012 UPDATE
Hey!  We're doing this again!  Click this to go to the new main update post.

1st time Participants
Martyk
Patman
Pixxel
Tesla
Krakow Sam
Inkling
Cobra
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LadyM

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