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I'm kind of bummed (pun!) that they didn't get the guy from the original short to be the hobo for this. He was just so damn lovable and crazy. "We're taking a car ride to hell... And you're riding shotgun!"

Also, I didn't find Sucker Punch to be a disaster. I actually kind of liked it. But then again, I also like Streets of Fire, so make of that what you will.

Gabba-POW!

Cool. Downloading!

Armageddon: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

Ascovel: I'm glad you like the Ron vs OSD theme. Consider that game your gateway drug into the addiction that is RON! 

Happy ones, Ali, Dave & strazer.

That's what I was gonna say! 

We're still working on this! It'll be done soon.

HURRY!!

Looks awesome! 

Ooh! A new RON game. Downloading now... 

You're a massive whore-pimp. 

While it's true that I am rather pimpish, I'll have you know that if you give it away for free, it's not whoring. (You can also barter it for a set of quarter panels for a totally bitchin' camaro. At least, I'm pretty sure the law allows for that. And if it doesn't, then this isn't the country I grew up in!)  8)

Congrats, Baron & Igor! Well deserved!

Shenanigans?

No one's suggested Garzey's Wing yet, have they?

:o

I'm utterly speechless.

As far as anime goes, I'm strictly old school. Macross, Project A-Ko, BGC, Mazinger. That sort of thing. Azumanga Daioh and Cowboy Bebop were the last of the relatively new things I've picked up.

I'm old, is what I'm saying. 

I wonder if you actively sought out any games that didn't specifically draw a lot of attention to themselves

Thank you, ProgZ. It's about time someone got out there and pimped a long running series of games that have tragically (some might say bafflingly) gone overlooked for far too long. It's long past due that a voice spoke up and demanded to know why others aren't covering this so often snubbed series, into which so much hard work and love has been poured, year after year.

I am, of course, talking about Oceanspirit Dennis.

Thank you for bringing this matter to the gaming press. I salute you, sir! 

Darkness. Always the same darkness. Perfect in its blackness. Some days, the only thing about this job Venn could stand was this one moment before the light. This ephemeral moment inside the helmet when nothing in the world existed. A perfect darkness for a man who had nothing but shadows left in him. How far had he gone to find this darkness?

“A man’ll go a long way for the right woman.” Gabrielle’s words. She was right.

At the thought of her, the light. It grew from a tiny pinpoint to a star that swallowed the black. He adjusted the valve until the light was a manageable thing, something he could control.

“A man’s gotta have a trade if he’s gonna get by in this world.” His father’s words. What passed for wisdom from the old man.

In the broiling confines of his welder’s mask, Venn Cody smiled. It wasn’t the sort of thing he did when other people could see his face. But here in the darkness, the rules didn’t apply. Gabrielle had taught him that.

Venn finished the last seam and lifted his mask, letting the world back in. Casually he thumbed the gas off and the welder died quietly, without protest. Just like his dad. He traced a gloved finger along the seam of the enormous pipe he straddled. The gorge yawning wide beneath him was so far below that it didn’t seem real. It had opened up the same day the world had cracked apart.

Well, he thought to himself, if the walls of the world hadn’t fallen down, then there wouldn’t be work for men like him, trying to patch it all together again. And there was still plenty of work out of there. Good thing too. This job was almost done. Another day or two and these pipes would be finished and ready to pull water up from The Dredge and out to the cities on the far side of the choking dust of The Drift.

Lots of thirsty people still clinging to life over there, he mused. And they paid a lot of money for water. Even shitty water like this. Not that Venn was gonna see all that much of that money.

“Tommy! Come in off there! Didn’t you hear the bell? Shift’s over! And it’s payday, jackass! What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?” The voice of his foreman carried across the gorge, mixing in with the wailing cries of the wind, and only barely reaching his ears.

“The Devil’ll always come if you call him.” His mother’s words. He still remembered the voice, but her face was long gone. Had it ever been there?

The job site was a ghost town. But that’s how it usually was after the shift was over. Doubly so on payday. Venn walked along the network of pipes snaking across the abyss, the safety line of his harness stuffed in his pocket, where it always was.

“Damn it, Tommy! What did I tell you about safety?” Porter hissed, holding out a helping hand that Venn ignored as he slid down the side of the pipe to the ledge that marked the edge of the site.

“Who remembers?” chuckled Venn, taking the envelope in Porter’s other hand. It would be filled with his wages: half company scrip and half cash money. Venn had just enough pull around here to demand that.

“Got this for you too,” Porter said, working his mouth around the wad of flavorless gum he chewed. “A ‘gram from some garage. Better not be a competitor trying to snake you off my site, Tommy boy. I can’t afford to lose no welders this close to finishing.”

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere till the job is done, Porter. You know that.”

Venn scanned the telegram. He didn’t recognize the name. But he recognized the address.

“I FOUND THAT THING YOU WERE LOOKING FOR. BRING YOUR BAG.”

Two minutes later, Venn Cody was in his room, a ramshackle affair fashioned out of an old cargo unit. It was a dump, but he had it all to himself. He had just enough pull around here for that too. The wind wailed mournfully in the half-open doorway.

The bag was an old saddlebag. All that was left of his bike. The bag was stuffed under his bed and everything of his old life was stuffed inside it. It smelled faintly of motor oil and old leather. He opened it and the smell filled the room.

The old jacket was scuffed, but the emblem was intact. A double F, one mirroring the other, stretching across the back of the jacket like a pair of wings. And beneath that the words ”The Few. The Free.”

There never were too many of us, mused Cody. And now there’s just the one.

Bundled inside the jacket was a pistol and thirty-one rounds of ammunition. His dad’s gun. Besides the know-how for welding, it was all he had left of the old man.

Inside the jacket was a lighter. It was almost out of lighter fluid. But what little it did have would be enough.

Venn closed the door to his room and the room was plunged into darkness. The accusing wind was almost silenced. Almost. He thumbed the wheel of lighter and flame leaped up. He lit the corner of the telegram and tossed it into the ashtray. In the flickering shadows, Venn put the jacket on and loaded the gun.

A man will go a long way for a woman.

But he’ll go to the ends of the broken world for revenge.

Ten minutes later he stole Porter’s truck and hit the blacktop.

That looks awesome Ponch, about to download - also, oh noes, your game features RPS too! :O Spooky.

You're doing an RON RPS AGS MAGS too? Weird. Of all the three letter acronyms, what are the odds we'd both arrive at RPS?

BTW, FYI You could still do a RON MMO, MUD, FPS, or RTS, IMO. HTH! 

I have been wondering when a game like this was going to be made. NICE!!!!

Thanks! I hope you enjoy it. I put several days of hard work into it

Jared: We demand PubMaster Quest 5000! Now that I know it could exist, I've discovered that I can't live without it!

[RON vs. OSD]

Sooner or later, it had to come to this! Prepare yourself for...

RON vs. OSD

The fine folks of RON have had enough of those snotty Oceanspirit kids. It's time to take them down a peg!

This game features 12 different arenas, 15 opponents, a secret level (with a secret boss fight), a famous Hollywood star as the referee, and the best music the mid 90s techno scene has to offer, all wrapped around a state of the art fighting engine that would have blown your mind back in 1982!

So if you think you're tough enough, step into the ring and decide which gaming universe gets to claim the title of "Greatest AGS Series Evar!!!1!"

FIGHT!!!

(3.5 megs. ZIP Format)

This game was brought to you by the following people: Ponch (big cheese), Kconan (lead play tester and sounding board), and Dualnames (play testing and cheerleader). We'd also like to thank the RON Community for all the sprites, backgrounds, and music assets. We were too lazy to have done this without all your help, guys!

Happy Anniversary, RON!

If you are in need of a theme to write about, I could give it a try!?

(... and maybe also give some trophies)  :

I have no objection to this. Consider this motion officially seconded.  8)

... I ended up browsing porn site for resources and relative material. Which was good. But awfully distracting.

I know, right? I blame internet porn for the next Barn Runner game being so far behind schedule!

Give him until the weekend, if still no sign...Then choose something awesome like an "AGS Fan Fiction Contest".

Finally Dualnames will get his chance to work on that erotic Barn Runner story that he's been sitting on for so long.

Dualnames creates Thought Police

Dualnames declares war to Eurasia

We have always been at war with Eastasia!

My condolences, Snake.