Every story must begin somewhere. Be it during a childhood of innocence, an adulthood of violence or a life of inconsequentiality, everything has a point of origin. It’s just that, sometimes, nobody cares and the most fun part of the story comes later on…
Everybody may want to be a Master and everybody may want to show their skill, but they are not all Ash Ketchum and lack the prerequisite marketability needed to warrant a movie deal. Also, they didn’t convince a whole generation that they “Gotta catch ’em all!” and that a world without Pokemon is a horrible fate one should not wish upon their worst enemies…even if their name is Gary (insert expletive) Oak.
Would you ever, ever take a trip to PAX? Where gaming panels happen, running back-to-back. Would you ever, ever take a trip to PAX? With stalls and stands and kiosks, taking all your cash. Do you enjoy the world of the fun and fictitious? The pixels and polys and creators ambitious?
Now, now, now, now once upon a time in the west, video games used to be primed for the west. Gamers wanted to escape to the west, free of any real violence and stress (which is scary). Grab the controller, slam the buttons, start fighting something. Dodge all the bad guys, slip on a mad guise. Bring your stats up, see all the killing you did. Draw your guns quick, playing around like Billy, kid.
Since as far back as at least two people existed on this, the planet of Earth, somebody has been saying that two heads are better than one. Except when you’re talking about how many heads a single body should have, but especially when you’re talking about how to really headbutt something good.
They say that no man is an island. But nowhere does it say that no man can love an island. More specifically: The Island. Loving an actual island may be a little difficult though, logistically speaking.
Picture, if you will, a world of unending choice. A world wherein a person can soar through the air with a simple thought, where there is no danger of injury, nor is there fear of missing those key moments of life that so often pass by unnoticed. Also, there are unlimited bullets and people sometimes have really big heads.
Were limits to not exist in this realm we dub reality, there would be nothing to strive beyond, to shatter and leave reeling in awe as we climb ever higher. Also, it would make it really difficult to appreciate how awesome it is when an anime character, like, punches the moon in half or something.
With an unexpectedly long hiatus behind them, Kane and Matt ruminate on the facets of the universe that have plagued them for so long: Chickens and Vegito. To seek meaning in this would be a fruitless endeavour and that, as with all things, is merely another hidden truth of existence…or it isn’t.
When the Luke is away, the Kane and Matt will spend 2+ hours talking about Jason Statham, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Jackie Chan, the Lethal Weapon franchise, Ludacris, Crash Bandicoot, Zathura and Transformers: The Last Knight. Try and guess which one they were less than enthused about.