Corpse Run 351: Losers weepers
The voting is over, and thanks to your support Corpse Run came in 6th overall in the poll, safely in the top ten and securing a spot on their list! Wooooo!
So… thanks again, guys! You rock!
END KOTAKU SUNDAY COMICS THING!
After a slightly shorter stream than last week (4 hours compared to 6), Resident Evil 4 is in the books! It was really fun, and I’ve gotta give a shout out to all the folks who once again stayed the entire time. Troopers, right there.
They kept sane by betting on how many times I’d die that night, with the initial over/under set at 14. Considering how the first hour went, the over was looking pretty safe, and many a bet was changed. Fortunately, by game’s end I only managed to perish and embarrassing 12 time, many of which by way of quick-time events.
If you missed the stream, you can see it here.
With that out of the way, the next livestream will be this Friday, October 4th at 10pm est!
I’m not sure what game we’ll be doing next, but I’ll let you know on Thursday!
END LIVESTREAM UPDATE!
A lot of you know this already, but I am not in shape. I’m a puny, noodle armed guy with no stamina to speak of. So when I had to travel to Pennsylvania this weekend to remove/demolish bookshelves in an old house, I wasn’t really looking forward to it.
Initially things were pretty easy; the first few bookshelves had exposed screws that could be quickly removed and would simply fall apart.
The final bunch, however… I assume there were screws in there somewhere, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at them; they were all inaccessible and… inside the structure, I guess.
Rather than simply rely on my trusty screwdriver, I came up with a new plan:
Rock the cabinet back and forth until it broke apart on its own.
It took a while and got me significantly sweatier than I’d prefer, but damn it, it was satisfying to hear those CRACK! noises, followed by a ton of wood instantly falling to the floor.
The final cabinet was a bit too large for me to rock it to death, so some creativity was necessary.
By creativity, I mean rolling it out the door and down the steps, where it nicely smashed on the ground, broke apart, and the individual wood boards neatly stacked on top of each other like in a cartoon.
Also removed from the house was a couch of which I will speak no further. Removing that leviathan was an absolute nightmare.
In closing, if you ever wanted to see me standing on top of a mountain of broken furniture/garbage inside a dumpster, today’s your lucky day:
I am Alex, king of garbage.