The Spin — Wednesday, December 31st, 2003
As 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!
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