Mark Wahlberg as Nathan Drake? Fucking gross. Mind you, this isn’t coming from some hater of Marky Mark. I dig the dude. Boogie Nights? Check. I Heart Huckabees? Check. Meanwhile, roles of Nathan’s Dad and Uncle are being written into the movie. ‘Cause they sure ain’t in the game. The roles of Uncle and Father? DeNiro and Pesci. No, seriously.

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You may know something about me. I have a certain fetish. A latex fetish. So good lord. Good lord ever does this Jill Valentine cosplay speak to my primal drives. Namely the one in my pants. Actually, only the one in my pants. Gorgeous blond girl? Check. Video game reference? Check. Latex? Check.

Someone save me.

Hit the jump for a gallery of the pictures that may very well end my life.

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[DEFEAT. is Rendar Frankenstein’s truest attempt at fiction.   Presented in weekly episodes, the novella tells the tale of Daryl Millar – a hero who dies at the intersection of pop culture, science-fiction, war epic, and fantasy]

At just about the same time that the battered son of Lieutenant Larry Buckley was regaining consciousness and Daryl Millar was returning home with the most important gift of his entire short life, 8-Bit was shooting ducks out of the sky.

In his darkened basement.

With a plastic gun.

That was hooked up to his Nintendo Entertainment System.

The game was Duck Hunt and without it 8-Bit would have had absolutely no idea what it means to exert control over another living being. The simulation allowed him to feel a sense of power, twirling the Light Gun on his finger like Eastwood in A Fistful of Dollars and blasting pixilated ducks out of the televised sky. Being shrugged off by almost everyone in his life, 8-Bit relied on Nintendo’s processing power to help convince him that there were instances in which he was empowered.

He was the big-bad-man with the motherfucking gun.

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So this is what Nintendo felt like they needed to trademark “It’s On Like Donkey Kong!” for? Outstanding. Yup. This is it. The best part about the advertisement is the next line. Where they urge everyone to hold onto our bananas. Well then! I’ll just grab my cock and get ready to play this shit!

It’s on!

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Who can say no to this shit? For starters, you get to wait on a dude hand and foot. Plus, you get free ass beer. And!, I bet he doesn’t realize you could totally gank those beer cans and turn them in for nickles. This shit probably isn’t legit, which is a shame, because I have a winter break coming up.

This is the sort of dorky, bonerfying bullshit that makes me want a Kinect. The ability to act like an asshole, and total techno-wankery. I stipulated in the past that geeks hacking the Kinect are going to pull off some impractical, useless, but cool things. Case in point baby! Case. In. Point. As many have said, now we can all act like Lightsaber Kid in the glory of our own home. A real time tracking and rendering lightsaber on your computer monitor.

Dorky. Cool. Useless. Wankery. Well done.

Hit the jump for video.

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So, there was the announcement of a teaser for BioWare’s next big game at the Spike VGA. Then there was a teaser trailer for the teaser trailer released. And now? Now some rumor mongering may have officially just blown the entire thing wide the fuck open. Words are that the next big game by BioWare may be a Mass Effect spin-off in the vein of Call of Duty.

Kotaku:

The BioWare project teased earlier today by Spike TV’s Video Game Awards is not an early look at Mass Effect 3, according to a development source, but the multiplayer-focused Mass Effect spin-off currently in the works at BioWare Montreal. That Mass Effect game is not a massively multiplayer online version of BioWare’s sci-fi RPG series, but a game that’s designed to appeal more to the Call of Duty market, according to that source.

We’re told to expect player progression in the vein of Activision’s wildly popular online shooter along with some sort of single-player component that does not feature Mass Effect’s Commander Shepard in a leading role.

I’m torn. Any sort of Mass Effect is good Mass Effect in my book. In addition, I love me some Call of Duty. Combine that with the financial sense it makes to go this direction in a spin-off, and I guess I can’t complain.

But! Ha, I got you, there’s a but!

I don’t know man. I guess if there were other Mass Effect games, I’d prefer them to be closer to the feel of the series. I mean, I’m a fucking whore for BioWare, and the franchise, so I know I’ll pick it up no matter what. But I feel a reluctance at seeing them deviate too far from the space-faring epic that I love so much.

Who knows.

Maybe it’s the most ballin’, illin’ shit ever. Maybe it’s not even true.

Thoughts? Impressions? Sage-like advice? Hit the comments box.

Things I’ve always wanted to do in my life: partake in a confused, drug-fueled gay orgy where we’re all wearing Ewok costumes. (Don’t tell my girlfriend.) Throw a game-winning touchdown pass. And finally, beat a zombie to death with a fucking dildo. Well, if I choose to buy Dead Rising 2, it’s forthcoming DLC is going to allow me to accomplish one of these dreams.

Kotaku:

Per the ESRB on Dead Rising 2: Case West: “One game area-a lounge with neon ‘XXX’ and ‘Love’ signs on the walls-depicts a ‘massager’ item shaped like a sex toy; players can use the item to strike zombies and human characters.”

Yep. There is a wieldable sex toy. You can monster mash with an orifice smasher. This is pure gold. Did another me, from a different dimension where I had talent and skill, secretly design this game? I don’t own this game, nor did I like the original. I know, that’s nigh heretical in certain circles. But the idea of beating a zombie with an amazing phallic object (alright, all phallic objects are amazing) is enough to give me momentary pause. Damn, it’s tempting.

Some asshole on eBay is selling a copy of Dragonball GT for a lot of money. Like, a lot of money to the tune of $7,000. That’s seven-thousand Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers, yo. A lot of beef. And patty. Why the high price? Apparently it’s all rare and shit.

Destructoid:

Released in 1997, this fighting game is allegedly pretty rare. In fact, the seller increased his original selling price after estimating that a mere fifty sealed copies of the game existed in the United States. Back in the day, around 10,000 copies made it Stateside and it was incredibly sought after even back in the day.

The good news is that this seller isn’t the biggest asshole in the world. Who is it? The biggest asshole in the world is the fucking dildo who takes this schmuck up on his offer. Seriously. I mean, there are games I would pay a good amount for. Take Panzer Dragoon Saga. The difference is that “a good amount for” is something like $300. Not the $900 sealed copy. And I still don’t do that, because I’m   broke like woah. So don’t do it, tempted Dragondouche fanboys. For the love of God, don’t.

I finally beat Call of Duty: Black Ops last night. Took a fucking week! Goddamn, I need my elite gaming status revoked. You say I haven’t had in a while? I say your Momma’s tits sag but I’ll suck em anyways! Oh lord! Father forgive me for my brash delivery. I enjoyed the fuck out of the game.

I dug the single player, the story, the presentation, everything. They hooked me in with the gimmicky as fuck numbers bullshit. I mean, yeah dude, I saw LOST. I loved the numbers back then too. Interrogation, floating numbers! Flashing, hypnotic surreal cut scenes? It was all so predictable, but it worked. Listen, Call of Duty isn’t looking to reinvent the wheel. I always think of these games (well, MW, MW2, and this) as six-hour Jack Bauer-esque experiences.   If you’re looking for depth, go jump into an Olympic swimming pool! And drown! Ha, the Pepsi Max, it speaks to me in riddles involving penises, and vaginas, and talking grizzly bears.

Anyways.

But yeah. Fight Club twist? Generic, predictable, still okay. A riff on the typical brainwashing the US agent to do someone else’s bidding? Generic, predictable, but still okay. It was executed well enough to keep me satisfied. I mean, I love Fight Club. I love Ed Brubaker’s Winter Soldier storyline in Captain America. I’m break dancing gleefully to all of these tropes already. Why not keep spinning to the beat you already enjoy?

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