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Erik "Kunochan" Even, writer for GGL.com, on gaming, culture, and anything else he feels like writing about.
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This past weekend, my friend Paul and I checked out the Wizard World convention at the Los Angeles Convention Center. It was smaller and more personal than the San Diego Comic-Con. And unlike the Comic-Con, Wizard World was actually centered around comic books.
Wow, look at all the people waiting in line for Wizard World? No, wait -- those people are in line for "American Inventor," hoping to get on TV and let Simon Cowell mock their idea for a cat hair remover or a one-legged lawn chair. How rare to see a group of people that comic book geeks can look at and say, "Wow, what a bunch of losers."
"Excuse me, have you seen the line for Wizard World? Hello?"
"Welcome to Wizard World. Please walk right on in. Ignore the spinning blades and the carcass trough."
"Oh my god, lady, look out behind you! It's H.R. Giger not getting any royalties!"
Ah, booth babes. Beautiful, beautiful booth babes.
The Xenomorph is wearing sneakers.
The Marvel Booth. Was there even a DC booth? I don't remember it. Does DC even still make comics? Does Matter-Eater Lad have his own title?
"Hey, anybody seen Optimus Prime? Ni**a owes me fifty bucks!"
The HeroClix figure for Fin Fang Foom, He Whose Limbs Shatter Mountains and Whose Back Scrapes the Sun. That's the Thor figure facing off against him.
More HeroClix action.
Pirates of the Spanish Main collectible card game, where you assemble your own little pirate ships.
The HorrorClix Alien vs. Predator game. The Alien Queen detaches from her egg sac to devour her enemies.
Paul Ang checks out the new HeroClix figures.
Paul's Storm, Psylocke and Marrina gang up on my Hulk. Cowards! Hulk smash!
PLAYSTATION 3 on display.
The Atomic Comics van. Sweeeeet.
The Galactus Kubrick. He will eat your planet, if it is small and square.
"Battlestar Galactica" MimiMates. Front row, from left: Starbuck(?), Admiral Cain, Admiral Adama, Colonel Tigh, Lt. Dualla, Starbuck, Apollo. Back row: a bunch of Cylon Centurions, with Number 6 in the middle.
Evolution's recently-released "MotorStorm."
Karaoke! Good thing there were some teenage girls around, who might be interested in that sort of thing.
The tabletop gaming area. Very popular.
Wanna buy some DreamBlade figures? $18 each? (DreamBlade is a great game, though.)
How did I live a full and complete life, before I could hang pastel drawings of the stars of "Heroes" on my wall?
Comic books and action figures. What else do you need?
Girls.
"Hulk not like statue of Hulk. Hulk not like magic purple pants."
I totally fell in love with this Fujiko Mine pachinko machine. I offered the guy $200 for it, but he wouldn't go lower than $280. I should have paid it.
So the HeroClix people had a raffle, for the chance to buy a Fin Fang Foom figure for $90. Paul and I both entered, and we both won. So Paul was able to buy two figures, each of which came these other fabulous free prizes.
Here's Fin Fang Foom in his box.
Fin Fang Foom fully assembled.
Did Marvel's writers really think that "Fin Fang Foom" was a realistic Chinese name?
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Hey Kuno, you haven't been blogging. Why is that?
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Welcome to “Today in Gaming,” GGL’s daily roundup of general gaming news, rumors, and interesting linkage. If you enjoy “Today in Gaming,” or notice any cool news or links we should cover, mention it in the forum below, or email kunochan@ggl.com.
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If “The Lord of the Rings” Had Been Written By a Game Developer
Frodo Baggins of the Shire stooped over in Farmer Maggot’s field and harvested another mushroom cap. As long as he moved slowly, and did not creep into their line of sight, the farmer’s mean old hounds, Grip, Fang and Wolf, would remain asleep under a nearby willow tree.
The hobbit stowed the newly-purloined mushroom cap and started off in search of another. He had been sneaking about for hours, collecting as many of the fungi as he could find. When he returned to Bag End, he would be able to trade the mushroom caps for another Vial of Galadriel.
Locating another mushroom cap near the same pond where Frodo once harvested Watcher in the Water Scales, the halfling attempted to put the tiny toadstool in his bag. But alas! His inventory was full, and there was no room!
Frodo pawed through his collection of rabbit skins, warg’s teeth, caskets of Longbottom Leaf, Lesser Elven Rings, Second Age Blades, Evenstar Necklaces, Balrog’s Claws and Gollum Dung, looking for something he could discard. But a noise drew the hobbit’s attention to the east.
Someone was coming over the ridge, from the direction of the Stock-brook. Frodo armed himself, brandishing Andúril in his own field of view, to the lower right. But the blade did not glow, for the newcomer was no enemy.
“Why, it’s old Gandalf,” Frodo said to himself. The hobbit had not seen the wizard for almost six months, since that night at Bag End when the wizened conjurer had revealed to Frodo the terrifying secret of his uncle’s Ring.
“Confound it, you miserable little creature!” the wizard yelled, advancing on Frodo with his gray robes billowing around him. “I have been across Eriador and back looking for you! When I could not find you at Rivendell, Glorfindel, Aragorn and I searched The Wild for months! When I heard you had never arrived at Crickhollow, I feared the worst!”
Leaning heavily on his old staff, the wizard peered, exasperated, down at the hobbit. “What are you doing still in the Shire?”
“Collecting mushroom caps and athelas leaves,” the hobbit replied. “If I collect enough athelas leaves, I can trade them in at Michel Delving for Mithril Vests. And then I turn in the Mithril Vests to the dwarf at the North Farthing Stone, and he ---“
“Athelas leaves? Mithril Vests?” the wizard burst out, huffing and puffing. “What is this nonsense? Did you hear nothing I told you? Sauron seeks the One Ring! The Nine are abroad, searching for ‘Shire’ and ‘Baggins!’ We agreed that you would flee The Shire by September!”
“Yes, but I could not leave The Shire with nothing but the waistcoat on my back,” Frodo replied. “By training in the art of tanning and making leather breeches, I was able to earn enough gold to buy this excellent Dwarf Helm from Fatty Bolger ---“
But Gandalf was no longer listening, his attention drawn to Frodo’s shining blade. “By the Holy Silmarils! Is that the blade of Isuldur reforged? How --?”
“Silmarils?” Frodo asked, rummaging through his sack. “I have four or five of those here. Barliman Butterbur trades them for Miruvor Vials when you go to the Prancing Pony to heal.”
“Frodo!” Gandalf cried, as the old man rose up suddenly proud and strong like an elf king of old. “The armies of Mordor stand at the gates of Minas Tirith! Rohan has fallen, and Erebor is is besieged! The hour is late, and the Ring must be destr—is that really a Silmaril?”
The Halfling held aloft the holy jewel, which gave off the clear white light of a thousand stars.
“Sure,” Frodo said. “I’ll trade it for your staff.”
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Be sure the read part one.
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