Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
Night of Champions was last night and as I previewed it I figured I should go all the way and also give my opinion on the PPV itself! Â If you haven’t figured it out, this will contain spoilers, so don’t read on unless you’ve seen it or don’t care and if you don’t care I presume you don’t like wrestling so probably shouldn’t read it anyway.
Adam Wingard is gaining a bit of a reputation for directing fantastically nasty films that revel in violence and absurdity.  Last years You’re Next, was a comedy horror which flipped your exceptions on their head and gave us a constant stream of gore. His follow up movie The Guest, is less of a traditional horror but embraces home invasion elements, while continuing to be a nasty film that is comfortable in it’s B movie elements.
Everyone knows that traditional fairy tales have always been a bit scarier than their modern incarnations.  The years have seen the attitude adapted that children need to be protected from the grotesque, that they don’t like things that scare them and that anything that might do so should be avoided.  Now obviously if you are going to sit a child down in front of Saw, you should probably get your head checked, but the truth is that most kids like being scared, if it is done in the right way.
We are approaching Night of Champions and despite a lackluster build up, it’s a PPV that has the potential to show it’s strength within the ring. Â Ramblings About will now take you through every match and give you our predictions for what we expect to happen.
Continuing the trend of talking about games I picked up from the Humble Bundle, today I shall look at Gone Home.  An indie game from The Fullbright Company, which in many ways is more of an interactive story, than a traditional video game.
In a nice change, today I am going to review a game that has come out in the last two years, Gunpoint.  Created by indie developer Tom Francis, it was released last year, when I did actually hear about it through a video Videogamer did, which you may as well look at, as it’s probably a lot more informative than what I’m writing.
So to continue my streak of reviewing completely relevant video games, this last week I have been playing Fable.  Not even the second or third one, but the first.  This game came out in 2004, when I was 12.  If it makes it any better, my copy is the extended Lost Chapters version, which came out a year later.
If you are a regular on the live circuit, there is a good chance you have caught Empress AD.  Recent years has seen them support everyone from Cancer Bats to Kvelertak to Bring Me the Horizon, while also changing their name from just Empress and being signed to Roadrunner.  It’s gained them a reputation as a promising band, their heavy progressive sound insuring that they weren’t easy to forget, but it can be hard to truly love a band until you own their album, which is no longer a problem with the release of their debut Still Life Moving Fast.
Gene Simmons’ regularly proves that he is a man who speaks of thing he knows fuck all about.  For all I, and many others, love Kiss and the music they have released, the man is a fucking cunt.  In the last few days he’s piped about something that you would think he does know something about, rock and roll, and proved on that subject he also doesn’t have a fucking club.  Rock and roll is dead?  My fucking arse it’s dead.
Football Manager aside, my start to game related writing seems to be exclusively limited to indie games that appeared in Indie Game the Movie.  This will be the last game, at least until I decide to check out Braid, to do so, but it is also one that has driven me insane, Super Meat Boy.  Now, once again I am years behind everyone else on this, I’m sure most of you have played Super Meat Boy, had your fun and it now sits in your Steam library uninstalled, or on whatever console you chose to play it on.  To be honest I did the same thing, I bought it a few years back, played it for a bit and forgot about it, until last month, when I decided to go back.
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