I’ve stumbled on this article on Daily Galaxy. Here’s the deal:
“The aggression that comes out in the videogame satiates whatever desire I might have to express that feeling,” the monk said. “For me, that’s very skillful because when I do that I don’t have to go and hit anyone over the head.”
The Konami Code. The pinnacle of a nerd’s existense. The mecca of cheats. The Wikus van der Merwe of video gaming. The one code to rule them all. The power, the destruction, the potential. With this code any nerd can be anyone: unlimited everything. Some people even immortalize the code on their bodies.
I think I’ve just stumbled into nerd heaven: the art of geeky tatoos. I’m totally flabbergasted at the dedication these people have for being nerdy. If I ever gather enough courage to get a tattoo, it’ll definitely be something along these lines.
I’ve heard so much about Myst, but never got around to play it. I regret to inform purists that I recently jumped into the series at Myst 5. Friends in my flatblock had a copy and I remembered playing the demo a long time ago, which was just insane. Probably the most difficult puzzle game I’ve played in a while. So, me and my flatmate installed a fresh copy and set out to tackle this game together.
