Uncharted 3 Teaser Trailer! Nerdgasm Fluid Spill Time!
Oh hell yeah! We didn’t just get a reveal of Uncharted 3 today. We got a fucking teaser trailer. You know how BioWare and Rocksteady dropped teasers for their trailers that are being revealed at the Spike VGA? Naughty Dog is following suit. Ain’t nothing much to say.
Hit the jump for the fucking teaser for the Uncharted 3 trailer, dummy!
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Uncharted 3 Revealed. SCREENSHOTS INSIDE.
Entertainment Weekly just blew the lid off of one of the most anticipated games, Uncharted 3. The game’s official title is Uncharted 3: Drake’s Deception, and it is totally going Indiana Jones and Lawrence of Arabia with Drake running around some fucking gorgeous sand dunes and shit.
Here, some details:
According to Naughty Dog’s creative director Amy Hennig, the theme of deception plays out in multiple ways throughout the threequel, from Drake doing the deceiving to Drake being deceived to some mysterious deception about Drake’s very identity. The story focuses on the hero’s relationship with his mentor and father figure, fan fave Victor “Sully” Sullivan, and has him searching for a legendary lost city that will ultimately take him to the Arabian Peninsula and the vast wasteland of the Rub’ al Khali Desert, also known as the Empty Quarter.
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Uncharted likes to keep one foot (or at least a toe) grounded in history (Nathan’s ancestor is the British pirate, explorer and Navy officer Sir Francis Drake) and the plot of Uncharted 3 draws more from Drake’s exploits as well as from the life of T.E. Lawrence – not from his militant days as the fabled “Lawrence of Arabia,” but rather the Brit’s early years as an archaeologist. The inspiration for the story, says Hennig, came from Naughty Dog’s desire to take on the challenge of conceiving and building out gameplay scenarios within a desert locale – “challenge,” because organic elements like water, fire and sand are technically difficult to credibly render with animation.
It’s a scientific fact that Uncharted 2 is the best game of the generation. Doing some tabulating with my abacus and some beaker work to conjure the true essence of knowledge into my brain stem, I have ascertained this. So I am beyond stoked for this title.
HIT THE JUMP FOR THE SCREENSHOTS OMFG
The Fighter Charity Art Sale; Bears on Boxing Gloves, Please
David O’Russell’s Oscar contender The Fighter hits theaters tomorrow and Paramount Pictures is doing some pretty sweet promotions – for a good cause. The film tells the story of Micky Ward, a boxer from Lowell, Massachusetts, and his junkie half-brother/trainer, Dickie Ecklund. Early reviews are strongly positive and critics are saying the film focuses more on Ward’s conflicts outside of the ring. One critic said it was less “hokey” than Rocky but lacked the intensity of Raging Bull. Sounds good to me.
Paramount did an art show at Gallery 1988 with The Fighter as its inspiration. Now some of the pieces are for sale. There are three different art prints going for the affordable price of $10. For our high-net-worth readers, there are some hand painted boxing gloves that will set you back $400-$1,000. The ones pictured above are by Californian Graham Curran. I love pissed off looking bears, so I love those gloves.
All proceeds from the sale will go to Team Micky Ward Charities. So, buy me those gloves and feel good about it.
In Memoriam: Dimebag Darrell
Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us.
That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.
Three decades ago today, Mark David Chapman shot and killed John Lennon in an attempt to actualize the wishes of Holden Caulfield. Thereon, December 8th became a somber day for anyone who appreciates music and hates shitty literary interpretations.
Unfortunately, this day became even more ominous six years ago as Dimebag Darrell was murdered onstage by a crazed fan. Slinging the axe for Pantera, Dimebag helped craft a brand of metal that held complete domination over the 1990s. While long-heralded heavy metal gods began experimenting with blues-riffs and mascara, Pantera maintained their dedication to savage thrashin’ and soulful groovin’. In fact, they only became more aggressive – which is ridiculous, considering that they kicked off the decade with Cowboys from Hell.
What strikes me most about Dimebag’s playing is the originality and conviction. There is no mistaking a Dimebag Darrell riff, whether it’s one of the machine-gun facsimiles that punches you in the gut or one of the chunky stutter-steps that greets you at the party and convinces you to funnel a beer. His six-string prowess was, in a word, jaw-dropping.
Hit the jump to check out some of my favorite Dimebag moments.
CAGE MATCH: The Week in Nic Cage
Welcome back to the Cage Match, Omega Level’s weekly column on the actor who owes $6 million in taxes and is somehow not in prison: Nicolas Cage. Anticipation for the grossly delayed Season of the Witch is building and as we draw closer to its January release date a slew of new stills and BTS pics have been released. There’s even a new clip featuring lots of CGI wolves! Speaking of those taxes, our man is getting in even more legal trouble in L.A. We’ll take a look at those court documents as well as ALL of Cage’s homes – all 15 of them! James Franco – who Cage directed in Sonny – appeared on Inside the Actor’s Studio and had some (homo) juice on Cage. Oh, and, Cage’s brother Christopher has been taken on a terrible “alias.” More on that later. Now, what about those wolves?
Mo’ Swords, Mo’ Wolves
It looks like Season of the Witch (January 7, 2011) will be light on Cage insanity we all love but will be entertaining overall. IMDB has an exclusive clip (which is un-embeddable) that has some cheesy looking CGI wolves attacking the carriage escorting the witch. I think. The brains at IMDB have entitled the clip “Wolves.” Nice one, guys.
On the hunt for more Witch? The folks at FearNet have a gallery of over 40 stills and behind the scenes photos. It looks like Dominic Sena and his crew got the Medieval vibe down!
Poor, Poor Nic Cage
Yesterday, Cage pleaded before the court in L.A., asking that his “high powered” business managers be banned from speaking with Nevada State Bank. NSB is suing Cage over a house he once owned in Nevada that went into foreclosure. He owes them around $2.5 million. His business managers are being asked by NSB to appear before a deposition early next month. Cage addressed the L.A. court, stating his “private financial and business records, confidential tax returns, confidential communications with tax authorities and documents” should be protected by attorney-client privilege. (via Radar)
I’m just a simple boy from small-town New Jersey, so the world of high powered L.A. lawyers is like Narnia to me. Not to play obsessed super-fan, but I imagine they make Cage miserable. He’s more concerned with family, comic books, and being the man (see picture above) than with legal BS. Keep your head up, tiger!
Wide Lens Time-Lapse Video of The Stars Is Cosmic Porn.
Over at Bad Astronomy they posted this video by Stéphane Guisard. Using a fish-eye lens he managed to capture the entire fucking night sky in Chile. The results are nothing short of existential tits-hardening. Watch as the colors change and the Earth dances about the cosmos.
Hit the jump for the video.
Batman: Arkham City Gets Dong-Tip Teasing Trailer
Apparently everyone’s a fucking fan of teaser trailers for trailers these days. Specifically, for shit they’re revealing in this weekend’s Spike Video Game Awards. First it was BioWare, and now it’s time for Rocksteady Studios to tease the new footage of Batman: Arkham City that’s being revealed on Saturday. It features Batman laying down the stinky-hammer on a bunch of jabronis that are hunting him, and looking all smoldering and shit.
Hit the jump for the video.
Sex Club Game Lets You Buy Japanese Smut Stars. Get Your Virtual Hump On!
Japanese developer DMM.com has released a game which was obviously secretly created and coded by myself. It is titled rather aptly, “Virtual Sex Club”. I could only come across this title after several hours of hyperbaric meditation, and I have to say I’m pretty proud of it. However, I’m much more excited about the premise. You pay a monthly fee, ¥1,800 (US$21), then that entitles you to 30,000 Gold. Why gold? ‘Cause isn’t that what we’ve always wanted to spend when buying porn stars? Hey you! Porn star! Fourteen gold bricks to brick your bung-hole!
It’s me, making dreams come true.
But wait, there’s more!
New Resistance 3 Screens Depict Humanity Raped, Ravaged.
The original Resistance? Justification for my first-wave purchase of my PlayStation 3. The sequel? An unremarkable journey through the universe. My hopes for the third game? Pretty fucking high. Insomniac Games always delivers the goods, and despite how unmemorable the third one was, I still enjoyed it.
These screens for the third game dropped, and as Luke Plunkett points out, they’re totally Half-Life 2 in their feeling. Tattered remains of humanity post-alien invasion? Check. Beautiful destruction? Check. That’s all straight though, Half-Life 2 is one of my favorite games of all time.
Resistance 3 would be so lucky as to be mentioned in the same breath as HL2. Hit the jump for the screens.
The Walking Dead Finale Sucked. It Sucked So Much.
Oh boy. It’s been a good amount of time since I got good and lathered up. My balls are greased with my own fanboy rage, and those testicles are tethered to high-voltage. Let me tell you something. The Walking Dead finale was fucking putrid. If a dog could shit, eat its own shit, puke out that shit, then eat the puke, then finally shit out the puke-shit, that’s what we’re talking here. Let’s ignore the fact that the prior two episodes sucked a lot too, and just focus on the finale. Wow. Woah. Wow-woah. A tin can of shitty shit. No wonder the writers were fucking fired, no matter what sort of spin they put on it.
Before I fucking lose my mind, a few things. First off, I’m still excited for this show. Why, Ian? Here’s fucking why! The first two episodes were fucking brilliant television. Frank Darabont is still running the show, and he just fired the entire fucking writing staff. So there’s potential. We’ve already seen how fucking excellent it can be. But Jesus Fucking On The Cross, have we seen how low it can go as well.
Rubicon gets canceled, and this banal, poorly written shit draws 8.1 million viewers.
Good lord.
