The Spin — Wednesday, December 31st, 2003As I was reading through Tom's top ten list late into the night, trying to make sense of the insensible, I fell asleep at the keyboard and began to dream. In my dream Tom and I were standing at the runway in Casablanca - he was the one wearing the beret and I was the cool guy in the trench coat. We watched Ilsa and Victor Lazslo board the plane, but Victor was a baby gorilla and Ilsa had eyes the size of dinner plates and a mouth the size of an after-dinner mint. The plane was no bigger than a bathtub and had an open cockpit. Just as I turned to Tom and was about to say that this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, the dream turned into a nightmare. Tom whipped out a Wavebird controller and started punching buttons and the bathtub-sized airplane, piloted by the baby gorilla and the hideously disfigured girl, chased me around the airstrip. Finally, it caught me and bopped me on the head, and I fell to the ground and a fountain of gold coins spouted from my mouth. This, unfortunately, is the bleak dystopian future of gaming as seen by Tom Chick. Don't believe me? Just read our list and weep! Chicks really dig these shirts!
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