chris-littlechild - June 8, 2016
When you’re a little urchin, birthdays are basically the highlight of goddamn life. You’re eating jelly and ice cream with your buddies, developing a life-long clown phobia as the creepy bastard makes you balloon animals while giving you an I’m-gonna-kill-you-and-your-mama sort of glare, and ripping into a mountainous heap of gifts. It’s a good freaking time all around.
Fast forward a few decades, and the whole picture becomes much grimmer. You’re given gifts like socks, and snarky cards from the family, with jokes on the front that are always related to either baldness, middle-aged spread or erectile dysfunction. Not to mention, at the end of a birthday, you always seem to be another year older. Who the hell needs that? Nobody, that’s who.
Why does nothing awesome ever happen on our birthdays anymore? Why does nobody make likenesses of us out 50,000 dominos to mark the occasion? These are the real questions.
Here in the video game world, 2016 is a big year for birthdays. You’ve got the likes of Resident Evil hitting its twentieth, and the iconic Sonic the Hedgehog turning 25 later this month. To celebrate, the blue dude with the ‘tude did get his 50,000 domino salute (and so did his whole dumbass cutesy entourage), courtesy of TheDominoKing. Who is, as the name suggests, known for this sort of thing.
Give it an appreciative ogle. That’s two weeks’ work, gents.