Can Video Games Be Scary?

There was a time in my life when I only played games on my then months old Nintendo 64. It sat in my room, attached to a Zenith full screen television. I would start it up and a happy Italian man would exclaim: “It’s-a me! Mario!”

I remember feeling absolutely devastated when I heard that Peach wasn’t actually there to give me cake. She was stolen by an evil creature. I had to play through Super Mario 64 and save her

There was one problem though. Despite clearing several courses and fighting fierce opponents, I couldn’t face the main monster. I was too scared of the one I so dreadfully misnamed “Bopster.” Read more

Litter

There’s an old brown work boot
abandoned at the side of the road
I see quite often.
The laces have been flayed and tattered
frizzled into jungle vines enveloping
orange-brown leather.
there’s a hole torn into the heel
covered in dust

A plate of steel
once carefully guarded fragile toes
from errors of clumsy hands
now nestles docile and useless
bent by years of neglect
crushed by the passing motorists

The soles have been worn down,
The grooved treads are flattened down
smooth secretive Chinese silk.
No traction in mud
or snow
careless footing
busted ass

I wonder if the old boot waits
for the old foot, pensively
meeting like old friends in some back alley dive
patiently, for clumsy hands to test toe-shield
with some terrifying weight

the past is broken bottles and empty cans of Busch
the present, an empty syringe on the sidewalk
the future like making an appointment for an AIDs test in the foot
for an old brown work boot
abandoned at the side
of the road

Walking to the Gas Station at some Darkened Hour in Late October

Those certain nights
when ghosts fill streets
of haunted towns.
When the air, so still
so crisp, my lungs burn.
When the waning of the moon
burns a hole in the night sky’s
maroon expanse of infinite frontier.
When fires of Autumn
cast subdued perfume
across a sleepy village.

We would romp in forgotten places,
while dirty frigid water numbed our hands,
and the glistening spray painted walls
were too wet to be above suspicion.
We basked in shining Krylon canvasses of defiance
for American youth in dark tunnels.

The garage has been so silent
even the mice are beginning to talk.
The old kerosene heater (in comatose)
no longer sings like a lovesick monster
no longer keeps me warm
I’m running out of excuses.

Those certain nights
when once the world lay before us
cowering in fear, quivering at our steps
comfortably slumbers, snores, and drools.
The wind whispers your name
softer than early morning doves,
stronger than limestone on broken glass.

Final Fantasy XIII-2 Review

Look! A giant chicken.

Oh look, a giant chicken.

Final Fantasy fans rejoice.

After the disaster that was Final Fantasy XIII, I’ve finally found something I and other fans can enjoy again.

Released January 21st, Final Fantasy XIII-2 continues the story of Lightning Farron and friends in the worlds of Cocoon and Pulse, battling against an enemy that can transcend time itself.

Players take control of Lightning’s younger sister Serah (who only had a minor role in the first game) and a mysterious young man named Noel (pronounced “Noll,” unfortunately not so Christmas as I’d like). Read more

Conceptually Speaking…

On February 21st, the indie alternative group’s, Cursive, seventh studio LP album “I am Gemini” will release onto the market. However, on February 7th the album was released to fans that pre-ordered on the band’s webpage. I happen to be one. As soon as I heard the first track of 13, “This House Alive,” I was automatically hooked. “I am Gemini” is a lyrically brilliant, instrumentally pleasing, and emotionally intriguing concept album. Read more

Concussed

I remember a fight.
It was August. The reasons for it all are but a fever dream to me now. Half remembered in a pressure cooker of summer humidity, heat, and emotion. We flailed our limbs at each other like wild beasts, my combatant and I. A flurry of half-connected blows and curses amongst the well tempered lawns of the suburban wastes. A demilitarized zone of manicured grass separating the houseland from the farmland. The morning light scattered off clumps of dew clinging to the grass like the shipwreck damned. We trampled such things with ill regard, blinded with but bile and vitriol in our hearts and minds. The air was as paste, forcing each reckless movement to become a terrible exertion. We moved as if suspended under the weight of oceans. But youth and vigor have no patience for such chains, as blows turned to bloodshed. He landed a square hit on me. I’ll be the first to admit. I left myself vulnerable and paid in spades. His knuckles caressed my sweat soaked temple before hammering down with the force of an iron rod.

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Inheritance

The rotting piece of ham you lost under the fridge–

you forgot about it; I didn’t.

Every now and then, that foul odor,

a whiff enters your nose and you twitch.

The rancid odor of decay nauseates you, not me.

Tonight’s gourmet dinner.

 

I scuttle through the darkened corners of your

suburban American dream,

tracking my putrid filth with every tap of my foot.

Don’t turn on the light.

How would you like it

if someone turned on the sun at midnight?

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Olafur Arnalds’ Eulogy for Evolution Review

 

Olafur Arnalds

Let’s face it, summer is gone and winter is approaching. The weather is getting colder while the leaves are falling from the trees. Snow is preparing to touchdown in Peoria. While the passing of the seasons occur, classical background music makes the scenery stand out to the human eye. Olafur Arnalds’ neo-classical style helps intensify the surroundings with his piano and strings. Read more

The Wind Waker is a Terrifying Game

aaaah      The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword is set to come out November 20th and fans are excited. I would know. I’ve already preordered the special edition. But let’s take some time away from this delightful prospect of a game and look back on one of the Zelda’s series darker moments: the Wind Waker.

I know what you’re thinking, Wind Waker? How is that game any bit dark? Some might suggest instead that Majora’s Mask would be the “darkest” Zelda game. True, it has its scary moments. But that Link is a hero who has experienced pain and hardship before. He was prepared for that journey. Wind Waker’s Link is an innocent, young boy. This difference is what defines it as one of the most horrid Zelda games out there.

Wind Waker’s prologue states Hyrule was flooded because a Link of the past, pun not intentional, did not rise to defeat Ganon. It is assumed this Link is the one of Majora’s Mask who did not return to Hyrule to fulfill his duty in Ocarina of Time. For those who may not be familiar with Zelda’s background, Nintendo has suggested there are multiple Links existing in the same timeline across all these different games. For example, Wind Waker’s Link is said to be a reincarnation of the Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask. This theory is a topic I could talk about forever but for now, we’re going to focus on what the flooding of Hyrule meant for the Link of Wind Waker.
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The Rural Alberta has its Advantages

From Left to Right: Nils Edenloff, Amy Cole, Paul Banwatt

For people who listen to for imagery in songs and enjoy songs that paint a vivid picture, the Rural Alberta Advantage is a Canadian based band that fulfills just that. The band consists of three members: Nils Edenloff, Amy Cole, Paul Banwatt. Read more