If you played the original Radio Commander, the Radio Commander: Pacific Campaign demo is sure to stir memories. Unfortunately, not all of those memories are likely to be happy ones.
The older I get, the more abandoned game projects I leave in my wake. During the past fifteen years I’ve started work on dozens of video games and – if you ignore this trifle – failed to finish every single one of them. Am I proud of this record? Of course not. The thought that the fruits of so much effort – so much reflection and experimentation – are now gathering dust on forgotten hard drives, cuts me to the quick every time I think about it.
Looking like a cross between an old-fashioned gramophone player and a glass harmonica, the trusty THC news trap generally catches at least a couple of stories overnight. When I opened it up this morning I found the following five paragraphs fluttering about inside the holding tube.
Both teams have managed to reach the penultimate turn without losing their tank. Does the above screenshot mean one of the Crusaders won’t be participating in the final minute of action, or is it simply evidence that your GM is a mischievous swine? Find out beyond the break.
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
In early Eighties Britain, one of the disadvantages of expanding your video game collection via mixtapes exchanged in rambunctious school playgrounds was also one of the advantages. Because that C60 you were stuffing into the pocket of your parka had been compiled by your mate’s cousin’s neighbour’s uncle, you had no real idea what you were getting until you compared the titles scrawled on the sleeve to the adverts printed in the pages of your favourite ZX Spectrum magazine.
Every Friday, Tally-Ho Corner’s cleverest clogs come together to solve a ‘foxer’ handcrafted by my sadistic chum and colleague, Roman. A complete ‘defoxing’ sometimes takes several days and usually involves the little grey cells of many readers. All are welcome to participate.
I still have contacts at Clock Draper Spudgun. One of them was so incensed by the blindspots in this recent Top 100 that he decided to go a bit Edward Snowden. Beyond the break is a leaked early draft of my alma mater’s next eyebrow-elevating listicle.