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Corvette Summer?

Ding ding ding! A winrar is you! 

Take it away, sir!

Ah ha! Now I has teh street cred!

(Curse of) Hercules in the Haunted World?

Curse is not in any of this movie's multiple titles.

So we can rule out Curse of the Obscure Movie then? 

Ponch is the winner by default I'm upset there wasn't more interest

Here's a trophy I made for the Chain Story a while ago.



New round! Go!

What about Anian's entry? Shouldn't we vote?

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EDIT: Update. Anian entered first and did so before the deadline expired. I must pass this awesome trophy on to him and declare him the victor.

Congrats, Anian. Woot! Take it away, sir! 

Ha! It wouldn't be a real OSD thread if all the links worked properly!

Hey, I'm trying, buddy. (I'm just not trying very hard )

I can't steal your car and leave your pants behind, now can I?

True. They are sort of a package deal.

It all makes sense... in retrospect... like the new OSD game 

Hurp durp, update the thread, maybe? Even indiegames.com and RPS have caught up!

Some of us have jobs, you dirty hippie!

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EDIT: Boom! Updated!

The "No Pants" setting isn't a feature for Ponch. It's a default setting. (Until that court order came along, of course).  8)

@Ponch: Funny story

Story?!?  :o  Buddy, I LIVED it! I mean, I must have, right? My glass patio door has been smashed, my car is missing, and I woke up bloody and not wearing any pants. What other reason could there be for all that if not a new OSD game? 

I thought the work day would never end. Why do they insist I DO STUFF just because I'm on the clock. Don't they know a new OSD game is out? Waiting for me? Waiting to be played?!?

Of course they don't know! And I've got to keep it that way! I kept my mouth shut about it all day. Waiting... plotting... scheming...

And then BOOM! Time's up and I'm out the door! Sprinting across the parking lot. The car door is locked! No time! Break the window! Key in the ignition! On the expressway! All the lousy drivers! Enough with the horns! I don't have time for stop lights today! NOT ON THIS DAY OF ALL DAYS!! MOVE! MOVE MOVE MOVE! STUPID CROSSING GUARD! YOU KIDS CROSS THE STREET SOME OTHER DAY! HANG ON, DENNIS! I'M ALMOST HOME!!!

World spinning rapidly. Everything is upside down. Airbag everywhere I look. Must be the fault of Wall Street.

My car is tangled up in the neighbor's hedge. Close enough. Sprinting now. Across the lawns. Nice old Mrs. Cole is saying something from the grass where she lays by her birdbath. Something about having a stroke. Can't be sure. I leap over her. My house is in sight! Sudden insight: The keys are still in the ignition of my upside down car. Noes!! Wait! The patio door! I can make it if I hit it at a dead run!

Glass everywhere. So much blood. Makes it tricky to use the mouse. Double click... Right click... Left Click... Left Click... Suddenly dialog options, out of nowhere! Damn, hard to make decisions with this kind of blood loss... Fork... Gravy... New Spell...

Boom! Game Over!

Did it end? Or did I pass out for a while? Can't tell. Not important. New... Ben... OSD... Game.... Goods... Sleepy time.... now...

*Snore*

So there I was, sitting on my sofa, eating taco flavored Doritos and sketching out what was surely the greatest erotic shape poem that the AGS forums had ever seen. Suddenly there was a flash of light and a cherry red WWII kubelwagen sat steaming in the middle of my living room floor. The heat rippled out from it in waves, causing the plastic bag of my Doritos to twist and shrink.

"Ponch! There you are!" shouted Jules Verne said from the back seat, clutching an atomic laser rifle, a cosmic ray-proof helmet tilted on his head. He thrust his free hand at me, a rocket belt clutched in his grimy fingers.

"Jules Verne?" I gasped in shock. "I thought you were dead! That's what they told me in history class!"

"Don't be silly, lad! Those lava men were never going to get the best of me! Now here," he said, waggling the rocket belt for emphasis. "Put this on! We have work to do!"

"Tell that damn hippie to get in the car already, Verne!" harumphed Richard Nixon sitting alone in the front seat, his clammy hands clutching the steering wheel. "Time's wasting!"

"Time? Ha! Don't be so small minded, Richard! Time is nothing to men like us... so long as we have this magnificent contraption of yours!"

"Get in the car! And get a haircut, both of you!" Nixon was already shifting into gear as I reached for the door.

"Shotgun!" I called, snugging the belt around my waist.

"Like hell, you bearded granola eating freak!" sneered Tricky Dick as we pulled out of my living room and slipped into the time stream. "Nixon rides up front alone. He likes the leg room!"

[Editor's note: I'll spare you the details of what followed. I'm sure you read all about it in the papers.]

Seconds after we left, we reappeared in my living room. I climbed out of the Kubelwagen, handing my Uranium Recoilless Rifle to Errol Flynn, who we had picked up along the way. He saluted sharply.

"Thank you for all your help, Ponch," said Jules Verne. "Without your help, we could have never defeated the fusion people of Venus."

"Or taught the moon women about love," chuckled Errol, nudging Verne in the ribs.

"Yes, yes. You two were the right men for that job."

"Stupid nudists," groused Nixon. "If I'd known the moon was full of hippies, I would have never let Armstrong land there. LBJ was right. I should have used the sound stage in Nevada."

"I'm glad I was able to help, guys. But now it's too late to finish my entry for the Fortnightly Writing Contest," I said, with just a hint of sadness in my otherwise gruff, manly voice.

"Too late? It's never too late, my boy!" chided Verne.

"But it is," I insisted. "The deadline was days ago. It's much too late to bother with an entry now. They've surely closed the competition and begun to vote."

"I suspected you might want to contribute to that fine endeavor. That's why I had Richard bring us back to now, instead of then. It only appears as though it's October 14th. But as far as the universe (and your perspective of it) is concerned, it's still only October 10th. You have just enough time to dash off some poorly plotted piece of nonsense and post it on that 'internet' of which you seem so fond."

"Gonna be nothing but trouble, that damn internet. Mark my words!" spat Nixon, flossing his teeth in the rear view mirror.

"But it's filled with picture of naked girls... young, naked girls," leered Flynn, in manner that seemed to even rattle Jimmy Hoffa, hiding in the trunk.

"I can still make the deadline with a badly written short story? Really?" I gasped, unbelievingly (which isn't even a proper word -- that's how shocked I was).

"Of course you can, lad. If you only believe in yourself." Verne chuckled. "And in me, of course."

"I do! I do believe in you, Jules!" I enthused. "I... I can call you Jules, right?"

"You may not," he said. And they returned to the time stream while I sat down and posted this story.


THE END

OH.

MY.

GOD.

Thank you, Santa. Or Great Pumpkin. Or Elvis. Or whoever I have to thank for this! 

Cool. I'll give the demo a spin.

Is this going to mark the end of the Blackwell series, finally giving you the free time needed to produce your magnum opus, The Oceanspiritwell games? 

Poking around now. I like the look of it. Of course, Barn Runner should be on every page, but that goes without saying, doesn't it? I would like to see an alphabetical index for the games, but other than that, it looks very nice. (Also, you're missing a few Barn Runner games  ). Once this is finished, this will be an invaluable AGS resource. Nice job!

FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU-

Upset about this whole "Secret Society" thing I see. (I don't blame you. (To be honest, I'm a little aghast at the whole thing too. [But let's keep that between us, okay? {No sense feeding the trolls, right? <

Wow! There really is an xkcd comic for every occasion! (It's pretty remarkable when you stop to think about it

Websiiiite, I say! 

Isn't it enough that I'm archiving them (now with even more correct link than ever before!). Must I host the OSD website too?

Did the bomb just go off? In addition to cannibals and zombies, we now have to deal with radioactive mutants too?  :o  We need to find a black V-8 interceptor, some leather armor, a dog, all the gasoline we can carry, and a map to Australia as soon as possible!

What madness?   It would seem that a photograph of me, or a variation thereof, has been used in creating one of the fraudulent mock-ups on the cover of this rag!

I'm looking, but I don't see it. Top row, the one to the left of the chicken, right? It sort of looks like your avatar, WHAM. But yours has an antenna. And that one clearly does not. I think you're making too much out of this (if there's anything to make out of it at all (which there clearly isn't)).