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Gaming’s Whacked Out Week: Outrageous Butts, Grand Theft Auto V and Weirdness with Urinals

By Chris Littlechild | May 3, 2013 @ 9:07 am

Today’s installment addresses all the vital issues facing today’s young, slim, not at all middle aged spread-y dudely dudes: ass ogling, Rockstar’s impending digital colossus Grand Theft Auto V and public toilet etiquette (which is, as we know, governed by such commandments as thou shalt not make eye contact, lest it be misconstrued as erotic interest. Who wants that from another guy when they’ve got their wang out? No-one, that’s who).

Visit this week’s gallery to hear the ridiculous tale of the swimsuited -and imaginary- ass that gave the family-friendly funsters at Nintendo an aneurysm (of outrage). There’s also a collection of fans’ most demented responses to the fresh Grand Theft Auto V trailers, and the game which tasks us with preventing a troupe of tiny cartoon guys from pissing on the floor. Yes indeed.
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Meet the Next Villains (Apparently) Appearing in Batman- Arkham Origins #2: Scarecrow and Killer Croc

By Chris Littlechild | May 2, 2013 @ 9:10 am

Worzel Gummidge has let himself go. And he already looked like shit.

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As we saw in the last installment, those shenanigans with the Batman: Arkham Origins promotional standee showed just some of the crazies that will feature in the new title. The Joker, Deathstroke and Black Mask are thus far confirmed as a few of the renegade badasses from the depths of the devil’s dick we’ll have to contend with.

Still, as Grandma would always say, you can never have too many homicidal crazies in shit-tacular garish outfits. In the gallery, then, behold the latest announced additions to Arkham Origins: the nefarious and ridiculous Killer Croc and Scarecrow.

Forget Call of Duty, Real Men Need the Retro Love: Tetris

By Chris Littlechild | May 1, 2013 @ 9:05 am

How many video games are such massive assholes that they have a medical malady named after them? Tetris, that’s how many. The nefarious ‘Tetris Syndrome,’ which sent those damn shapes cascading down our bloodshot eyelids (from the inside) long after our craptacular, chunky enough to serve as a weapon to deter late-night prowlers in our homes Game Boys had been discarded for the night, was a rite of passage for many of our youthful gamer selves.

Alexey Pajitnov birthed Tetris in Russia the early Eighties, when the Soviet Union decided it needed a form of entertainment rather more sophisticated than cruising about badly-plowed fields atop donkeys and/or thrusting ice picks through the craniums of political dissidents. A humble half-assed side project, he had no inkling of the remarkable phenomenon the game would become.

Mr. Mosquito: Because More Video Games Need to Let us Become Irritating Insects and Leer at Bathing Women

By Chris Littlechild | April 29, 2013 @ 9:15 am

We won't even try to caption this.

Who hasn’t always thought this? Nobody we know, that’s for goddamn sure. Fortunately, as is unerringly the case in today’s technology-tastic world, there’s an app for that. Which is to say, there’s a demented Japanese game (where else but the home of vending machines full of panties and other such pervy shenanigans?) courtesy of the wacky funsters/nutbags at ZOOM Inc. for that.

Released in 2001 for the PlayStation 2, this action oddity casts us as an ugly-ass, lumpen mosquito. Now, there’s no more hateful little barrels of bastard in the cosmos than these things, which perhaps suggests there was a cavernous niche in the market for a bizarre blood suck ‘em up. Which is what we have right here, as our objective is to extract sweet, sweet life-juice from the veins of the unwitting Yamada family.

Gaming’s Whacked Out Week: Lara Croft’s Chesticles, Lingerie and…A**holes

By Chris Littlechild | April 26, 2013 @ 9:42 am

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This week’s gaming shenanigans return us to an issue (an issue that makes nerds issue in a tissue, if you will) that amazed many of our youthful selves back in the nineties: Lara Croft’s magnificent boobitude. It’s sure been a strenuous quest from two twin sacks full of jagged, jagged triangular steel to something that actually resembles real-life ladylumps. Now, as part of Unwinnable’s ‘sex week,’ we have a slightly alarming, digital stalker-ish reminiscence of just what Ms. Crofts’ endowments mean. It’s like science. Sweet ogle-y science with boobs on.

Elsewhere in this installment, you can learn which recent release took a righteous smiting to the gonads from Sony’s censoring stick (spoiler: it’s the one with bastard and asshole in the title), and admire the apparently plainly obvious PR genius that is selling lingerie by pretending to game in said fancy undercarriage. This must be seen.
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Forget Call of Duty, Real Men Need the Retro Love: Asteroids

By Chris Littlechild | April 24, 2013 @ 9:20 am

Last week, we brought you the ancient wonderment of Space Invaders. Here, then, is its equally decrepit brother-in-arcade-arms, Asteroids; another chunky enough to presumably withstand a direct hit from a ballistic missile fatass cabinet release from the Seventies. Because, lest we forget, this craptacular era of ill-advised hairstyles/hideously unfashionable ‘fashion’ worthy of capital punishment was also the much-ballyhooed golden age of arcade games.

Who doesn’t harbor fond nostalgia-tingles in the underpants region at the very thought of Asteroids? Nobody we know, that’s for damn sure. It was also born into a simpler, more Richard Nixon-flavored time, before developers got their shit together with regards to, y’know, even supplying a half-assed attempt at a narrative.

In today’s Gamingsphere, you can embark on a complex, Metal Gear Solid-standard cinematic shitstorm of a narrative. Back in 1979, though, when a ‘development studio’ consisted of a single dude with an old typewriter scratching his wang on the couch, this was not the case. In an exclusive interview, Asteroids’ creator said of the premise, ‘you shoot many, many Asteroids right in their space stone-y faces. Why? Because screw you, that’s why.” (No he didn't.) What more did we need to know? Nothing, that’s what.

Fox Hunt: The Chest-tacular Cosplay of Mai Shiranui Starts Your Day With a Little Oriental Heat

By Chris Littlechild | April 23, 2013 @ 9:17 am

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If fighting games and/or sleazy websites that demand our credit card information before allowing access to their pervtastic bounty have taught us anything (and let’s be frank, the latter has taught us everything we goddamn know), it is the following: lady-ninjas have the kind of immense, magnificent beachball boobitude that really isn’t conducive to their athletic abilities. It’s just one of life’s sweet, sweet confusing-yet-arousing paradoxes.

Mai Shiranui, star of the King of Fighters and Fatal Fury franchises, has been jiggling and skimpy-ing inside TV sets across the globe since the Nineties. Her illustrious career of kicking faces in the face while garbed only in a tiny scarf/loincloth/thing has been an inspiration to cosplayers; hers is one of the most popular get-ups of all. How good is this state of affairs, for the ogling gentlemen among us? On a scale of 1 to erection, we’d say very.

Lending her vast talents/'talents' to the above gallery is Thai model Yoyo.