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Magandang umaga, Mobbers!
Today is the second day of Field Week – the brain child of Alex R. Cronk-Young and Cody Winn – and also the second day of Morning Cup of Mob — something I plan on doing all of Field Week!
What better way to start the second day of Field Week then with another Cup of Mob? There isn't one, so let's go!
"I got worms." Lloyd Christmas
Day Two of Field Week
Confession time: I never played Secret of Monkey Island. But I'm making amends with the recent release of the updated version, and I'm learning what all the fuss was/is about.
It's funny, and point-and-click adventures just have a charm lacking in most modern titles. I'm having a difficult time reprogramming my brain to think properly in the game, but that hasn't stopped me from progressing a good bit. Right now, I'm learning to sword fight using my wit.
"You make me want to puke," a mad, mean pirate said to me. "You make me think somebody already did," I reply, giving me ample time to knock his sword from his slimy, no good hands. Victory!
I also used a rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle to slide across a rope, and I even spotted George Lucas.
Like I said: charming!
The Cup of Mob Challenge
Yesterday was easy, but today is no monkey business!
Ever hear of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest? Ever of Bulwer-Lytton?
"It was a dark and stormy night…" was a phrase made famous by Bulwer-Lytton. Unfortunately, he wasn't too great of a writer. Every year, there's a contest in his (dis)honor for the world to write the absolute worst, atrocious, pig-headed, unnecessarily long beginning sentence to the worst novel of all time.
The winners are so bad they're good.
I recommend clicking this link to see the winners page — winners — that way you can get an idea of what you need to do for this contest.
Ready? Okay.
You need to write one (1) terrible sentence for the beginning of the next Grand Theft Auto installment.
Example:
The alley was dark, like nighttime — it reminded Eric von Hammerlick of the one time he visited Grandma Joe, and she excused herself to the bathroom to grab a gun and try to shoot him, but instead shot herself in the big toe, resulting in a trip to the hospital and the loss of most of von Hammerlick's inheritance, a black day indeed — so Eric passed right by the alley and jacked a car, only to blow up half a mile down the road.
Easy, right?
And…go!