Slow week coming up–I can feel it.  The temperature is hot and muggy and productivity is going to see a serious nosedive.

So how about we just phone in the SaD today?  This selection should be wide open and not require much brainpower.

Anywho, first person shooter, crappiest weapon….go.

Dave:  Your hands in Goldeneye on the N64.  Like most of you, I burned through some serious hours  when Rare released its shooter masterpiece.  That was when I was in college, and as Erich and Tim can attest, much of the time that should have been devoted to senior theses or searching for a wife, evaporated under during Goldeneye‘s awesome split-screen death match.

To spice things up, we’d create rules for matches, like “Execution” (a particularly grisly custom mode that had whoever took the first bullet in a firefight kneel down, while his opponent came over and blew his head off with a Magnum) and “Slaps.”  In Slaps (or whatever we called it), you could only use your fists, which sucked.

"Graphics!"

And thanks to the proto-animation, you couldn’t even tell when the other guy was punching, so bouts would be awkward affairs with two characters kneeling down and sliding all over the floor like go-carts, flailing away.  This, of course too forever, so it wasn’t long before we all gave up and went back to grenade launchers in the basement.