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Oh la vache !

Merci beaucoup, Ali. At last I can practice that French I (barely) learned but never bothered to use. Rends-toi compte, Ali !

I can finally take that trip up to Quebec for research on my upcoming MAGS game without embarrassing myself in a Tim Horton's again. With the help of this game, I can safely and confidently walk up to the girl at the counter and say "Hello, Quebec! I have returned! I love this country! I'm glad to be back! I'd like a dozen Timbits, please. Glazed ones. And a cup of coffee. I'll also need a few extra napkins. I tend to make a mess." (Bonjour, Quebec ! Me voilà  ! Je suis amoureuse de ce pays. Putain, je me caille ! Fais-moi l'amour ! Je bande pour toi ! Il est très grand ! J'ai l'herpès. Nous pouvons parler de ça demain.)

Nelly Cootalot makes learning fun! J'ai été dupé !

Au revoir, AGSers. àâ,¬ poil !

- Ponch

Happy birthday, Snakie-poo. 

I don't want to be a special case. I already have one game that I'm ready to lose an AGS Award with. My bake sale game will go in the database in March, so I now I can enter that one in next year's awards and lose again. Now the pressure is off and I can relax. 

I removed my Bake Sale game from the "For Your Consideration" thread. I should have read the fine print more closely, eh? 

But the Mayor's New Dress is still up for nominations, so please consider it. 

I will do it, but only if Ben agrees to limit himself to a color depth of one (backgrounds included). 

Thanks, Mr. Degree and Doctor Names. 

Happy b-day, Grundy. Now where's that OSD game?! 

Congratulations to Ponch for becoming a GRAND SLAM WINNER!

Go perform a cow dance!

Holy cow! I didn't know I was in the running for this! I take back every nice thing I said about Stupot! 

This calls for a cow chorus line!

Damn it, Stupot+! I was trying to lose, but you had to believe in democracy and vote. Damn you and your faith in our western institutions! I wanted you to have your moment of glory in the sun! To let the spotlight fall upon you and you alone! To give you your big break and let the world see that prodigious, bulbous plus sign of yours in a shockingly immodest closeup! (You gotta get it out there and dangle it if you want people to see it, you know!) You could have been a star, baby!

Alas, it was not to be. 

Thanks for the votes, everyone. I hope to have a new theme up in a few days. 

[Jaffles:]

Hey Ponch, have you ever seen the movie "Bob and Doug Mckenzie in: Strange Brew"? If there's a reference to that somewhere in your game you will officially be my hero. If not... take off, ya hoser!

Jaffles: Have I heard of Bob and Doug? Get out, you hoser! Are you kidding? Everything I know about Canada I learned from Bob & Doug and SCTV back in the early 80s!

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My entire game has been informed by those two hoseheads up there, eh? The whole thing is basically the world of Bob & Doug in pixelated form. It won't actually be a Bob & Doug game, 'cause like I don't wanna get sued, eh? And Atelier is a hoser and wouldn't let me steal the idea. So's it's gonna be all original and stuff, but it's still set in the vision of Canada that they placed in my head, yeah?

Heck, just to make sure I do right by my neighbors to the north, for this entire month all I've done is watch Strange Brew every night and listen to their old comedy albums on a constant loop while I'm at work. All I'm eating is beer, bacon, and jelly donuts! It's been pretty hard on my circulatory system, but, like, it's for MAGS and Canada, eh? I can't let 'em down, buddy.

Best of all, with a little help from Baron and Ryan Timothy, I think my AGS game will be the first gaming experience to truly capture Canada and present it to the world in a way that even The Littlest Hobo and Hobo With A Shotgun never could before. 'Cause it's gonna be all interactive and stuff, eh?

It's gonna be a beauty game, eh? (insert smiley of Roger sporting a tuque with a big pompon as soon as it becomes available, buddy.)


Baron: I'm sorry, buddy. But I can't tone it down, eh? Like, Canada and Tim Horton's would never forgive me, right? But, like, I hope you enter and stuff. Because, I'm really excited and everything about this game, eh? And only a real cowhoser wants to win MAGS by default, right? So, like, good day and go make a game or something, eh? (insert smiley of a blue cup with a hockey mask here when it becomes available, okay?)

Stupot! 

[L]

Look, Extremely Adorable Texan Hero (Entertainment Resort):  Playing All Night Terrifies Spleens!

Like, every adult themed hazard, everywhere really, provides almost no tangible splendor.

Hmmm... I feel there's a puzzle in here somewhere... If only I could figure it out... 


And Andail, we did the best we could. 

Hopefully the website will be better coded than last time.

Hey! The first time was a learning experience for everyone. We're doing our best, you know. 

I can't say yet! But there will be inventory involved (of the Use Money on Fundraiser button variety), and possibly a pixel hunt. Ah! I've said too much!

So is it gonna happen again this year?

Shhh! You'll ruin the surprise!

I can't believe it's already been a year since we had the bake sale! 

Hello there. Thanks for taking an interest in our fundraiser. Sadly, the Bake Sale is over and the bake sale bundle is no longer available.

But the good news is that on March 1st, the people who made the bake sale games have the option of releasing their game for free. I'll be posting my bake sale game here when that day arrives. I think most of the others are planning to do the same. So if you can wait a few weeks, you should be able to get most (or maybe all) of the games. 

Supot's Simon+'s New Leaf

Short, to the point, and not rambling at all (unlike some of the other, more belabored entries).

Happy b-day to BrütalSlakt. I cut and pasted your name to make sure I got you some umlauts on this special day. 

Holy smokes, it's Increator's b-day too. Happy b-day, sir. Thanks for hosting my first game files, way back when. 

[WARNING!]

WARNING! To those AGSers who are of more sensitive temperaments, I warn you that the following story is based on a true story!



My dearest nephew,

I write this electro-mail to you in case we never speak to each other again. I do not write those words in jest!

I tell you true, nephew: The weather gods are angry!

Like something out of a H. P. Lovecraft short story, during my research into Canada for a MAGS game I plan to enter in the hopes of securing the fame and fortune needed to continue my research into my occult studies, I delved too deep and drew the attention of cosmic horrors. And now El Paso is paying the price!!

http://www.kfoxtv.com/news/news/icy-roads-cause-closures/nTmf2/

A freak snow storm hit El Paso and buried the city under three inches of snow (which I think is about 8 of your non-American meters or so) and all hell has broken loose. Having no experience with snow or ice in any form outside of cube form safely ensconced within a refreshing drink, the people here are flying off roads, skidding into people's houses, and shattering windshields by pouring hot water on the glass to remove the ice -- they don't sell ice scrapers in this city!! It's chaos and bedlam, nephew! Across the city, no one is going to work! Dogs are afraid to go outside to an unfamiliar, white-covered world! People are trying to stay warm with woefully underpowered electric blankets! And children are building snowmen... badly. No one knows what to do! No one knows how to drive on this stuff! And no one can help the children build better snowmen because none of the adults have ever built one before.

And it's all my fault!

Oh, curse my curious mind and my unchecked ego! What a fool I was to walk around the house, listening to the old MacKenzie brothers comedy albums and reciting their lines to get into character! Did I think that I could keep saying "Beauty, eh" and "Take off, you hoser" aloud without drawing the ire of the desert gods of West Texas? I was a fool, trying to be someone I'm not and was never meant to be! Heed my words, nephew: never turn over a new leaf! Never! Remain true to yourself or suffer my fate.

No one must ever know what I've done! An angry mob would drag me from my house and pelt me with shoddily made snow balls! (Really, these poor bastards have no idea how to make a snow ball. It's just a sad, oblong shape they squeeze out in one hand. Not spherical at all, more like a little ice turd -- don't even get me started on their even sadder snow people. Every time I see those poor misshapen things on all the front lawns, I just want to hit them with my car and put them out of their misery).

I think they may suspect me of not being a native Texan! This morning, as the strange frozen water was drifting down from the gray skies, a few of the neighbors saw me using my trusty old ice scraper (which has lain hidden and forgotten in my glovebox for these last ten years since I moved here in secret, in the dead of night) as I effortlessly cleared my windshield while they, hapless and baffled, valiantly but vainly tried to make do with their credit cards.

Making matters worse, like an idiot, I was the only person who dared to take the highway. All the locals stuck to safer the access roads below. What an arrogant fool I was! I exulted in having the highway to myself as I drove slowly and steadily to Dunkin' Donuts for a coffee. Didn't I realize that I was only drawing attention to myself?! I'm sure someone wrote down my license plate and reported my witchcraft to the police!

They suspect, nephew! They SUSPECT!! How long before they're at my door?! HOW LONG?!?

I can only hide in my living room, snug and warm under all my extra blankets while they wander in the snow, shivering and miserable, driven mad by their drippy noses because no one here has boxes of old, warm clothes hidden away in the closet like I do. No doubt that even as I write these words, they swap stores of the damned ice wizard and mumble madly of their revenge if they ever get their hands on him.

Hopefully, my box of donuts will sustain me until the warm winds come to melt the snow tomorrow.

Pray for me, nephew. The tracks from the highway lead back to my house!



(Posted with 41 minutes left before midnight! )