Here. Have some chickens, then
I blew all my free time tonight playing through to the end of Dead Space. I sure got my £5 worth out of it. It was great fun.
As the game went along and the ship got all veiny and mucus-y and organic and I ran across alien/human hybrids stuck all over the walls, I thought, “I’ve played this game before! It’s called Doom!”
Yeah, it’s pretty Doom (1993). Which in turn was pretty Alien (1979).
So we only have one space-horror plot. We just get better and better at telling it.
ANYHOO! The chickens? They’re fine. Not laying again yet. I’ve entered into negotiations with the Chicken Man for another two birds next month, so we’ll see how that goes.
February 7, 2011 — 11:42 pm
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