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Link is dead. Testing went immensely great. I'm so glad you're gonna be there Ponchy!!

Do I still get to be the guy in the cool cowboy hat?

And Baron: Do what I did. Get someone to cover for you. Ask a cousin, or a family friend, or rent a hobo for an afternoon!

I claim Ponch's spot in the name of Oceanspirit Dennis. If you can't make it, old buddy, I'll make sure there's enough OSD spirit for the both of us. I'm pretty sure Dualnames can handle the Barn Runner fan demographic.

Turns out I will be there after all. I called in a favor with a co-worker and he's covering for me. So now we can both wave the flag for OSD (and Barn Runner).  

UPDATE: Download didn't work for me!

I just found out minutes ago that I will have a work-related event this Saturday. I'll try to make it home in time for the ceremony, but I'm pretty sure I won't able to attend. Sorry.

Woohoo!!
Will play this on the weekend...

That's the best time to go fishing!

I still have that ceremony too. I watched it again just before I made OSD: The Wet Spot. I wanted to relive the horror of Nelly's rampage so I could make jokes about it. (Sooner or later, we have to move on and learn to laugh at the tragedy, you see. )

I still use 2.72, for many of the reasons listed above. I've been making Barn Runner games since 2003 and I can work 2.72 in my sleep. Staying with the old AGS means all the old modules I wrote for my games import easily to the next one in the series. The same shooter code I used way back in Don't Jerk The Trigger of Love appears in Fully Automatic Mojo with only a few tweaks here and there, and that's very handy for me.

I have AGS 3.x and I play around with it quite a bit. One of these days, when I'm finished with Barn Runner, I'll start my next game series from scratch with 3.x. Until then, I'm going to remain comfortably stuck in the past.

I think there should be more than a thread listing all OSD games, there should be a frontend allowing to start them all from within one unique game

Well, OSD is open source. So I think you should get right on that, sir! 

Icey: I hear that Dennis is always looking "for wood" as well. (I made a penis joke! )

ProgZ: 4 of 5 is very good. But there's still one more star to earn. The question is... Are you a bad enough dude(bro)? (Insert Nintendo music here).

Keen and the dopefish!  :'(  I'm so in love with this

Eat your veggies!

And to everyone else: Thanks guys! I'm glad you like it! Atelier and I put in a incredibly long, grueling week making it.

Just tested it out. Very nice!

[CLICK HERE TO START FISHING!]

That's right, kids! Oceanspirit Dennis is back in an all new, terribly unexciting adventure!

This time around, he and Life Partner Ray (who have apparently patched things up since they're cooling off period while Dennis went off to destroy the Internet in "OSD Gets Textual") have gone off to do a little fishing.

But Oceanspirit Dennis needs your help to catch lots and lots of fish. And you don't want to let Dennis down, do you? Of course not!

CLICK HERE TO START FISHING! (21.5 Megs, ZIP Format)
(Source Code Here) (44.5 Megs, ZIP Format)

Special thanks go out to Atelier, who play tested it for me. And also to Cat, Ghost, and ProgZmax for letting me swipe their fish sprites from an old sprite jam ( http://www.adventuregamestudio.co.uk/yabb/index.php?topic=37907.0 ).

Also my apologies to every AGSer Ray and Dennis mention in the game. What can I tell you? AGS Today is more of a tabloid than a newspaper and you can't believe anything Ray reads in it.

Joey Mallone, Captain Jack Hardin, and Annie Android.

Gentlemen, I think we're missing the more important question here:

Am I still in third place or not?

Also, congrats Diath, on your win. And condolences to Anian, on your unexpected reversal of fortune.

Perhaps you're on to something. But I hear Square Penix has got a secret project in the pipeline just round the U-bend!

Ssh! That's is beings teh secrets!

My idea was set in the future, when Great Britain is detached from the sea floor and it sails around the world!

I smell an Oceanspirit Dennis game in there somewhere! 

All good entries, but my vote goes to Diath.

The other penguins had told him that the real money was to be made by investing in tundra. Or, for the very wealthy, in the prime real estate of the permanent pack. But only a fool invested in a time share on an iceberg. Only a fool... or the very rich. Peter T. Penguin was neither, but he had an angle. And that's all a clever bird needed: an angle.

"Land o' Goshen! Would ya look at tha' view," cooed Pollyana, his unwitting bride to be. "Don' it jes' go on fer miles and miles."

She was a South Pole penguin and her southern accent, which had been cute at first, was starting to wear a little thin since he first met her three days ago and sweet talked her into this private cruise.

"I told you. Didn't I, my pet?" He put a wing across her shoulder for extra snuggly emphasis. "Drifting along the Atlantic. That's how we idle rich were meant to spend our idle hours. Which are numerous, being as how we're both incredibly rich." He gestured expansively at the darkened ocean with his other wing.

He wasn't actually rich, of course. But she was. So rich that just thinking about it would have made him break out in a cold sweat if he weren't standing on an iceberg. Her family had struck it rich back during the oil boom of the previous decade. Cod oil. Whale oil. You name it and they were swimming in the stuff. And soon he would be too.

And by the time her family figured out that the "Mr. Perfect" that their only daughter had met while vacationing in Europe was actually a common penguin from the wrong side of the ice floe, it would be too late.

"I'm gonna hav' ta tell Pa about these here ice bergs. We gotta git us one. That's fer sure."

"They really are the only way to travel, love." And that was true. Zeppelins were losing their appeal as they had the nasty habit of going up in flames. And steamer ships had too many poor people on them. And now that Peter was about to leave the ranks of the lower class, he didn't want to be bothered by the little people.

"Lookie! A ship!" She excitedly pointed with the stubby tip of her dainty wing.  "I wonder where they's headed?"

"Who knows, dear," Peter shrugged. But he silently reminded himself that where ever it was, those poor rich people were awash in the stench of the working class the entire way.

"Don' it look like they's headed for us?" Pollyanna asked, her voice rising just a bit.

"Probably a poor person at the wheel," chuckled Peter. "But don't worry, pudding pop. They'll soon get out of our way. We're clearly bigger than they are. And almost certainly richer."

"Tea... Eye... Tea..." she read off the letters on the bow of the ship in that adorable way she had of sounding out unfamiliar words.

As she chiseled away at the word, Peter thought about all the money he had borrowed from every loan shark he knew just so he could rent this iceberg from the Puffin Mafia.

"Aay... Inn..."

He would have to make sure the marriage happened soon. By now, the mafia bookies had sat down to count the money. They would have discovered that most of the briefcase was actually filled with rectangular pieces of newspaper. To say that the GodPuffin would be pissed was an understatement.

But as long as he brought this iceberg back without a scratch and covered in bags of her (soon to be his) money, he was sure he could smooth things over.

"Eye... See."

No doubt about it. After years of playing small cons, Lady Luck had finally smiled on ol' Peter T. Penguin.

"What's that spell, honey?" she asked, finally finished with the strange word.

"I'll tell you what it spells," said Peter, lost in his thoughts of the solid gold future that lay before him.

"Jackpot."

But I've still got 5 hours until the deadline here in Texas.  Damn you, time zones!

Goodness! I haven't seen this much man love since the last Oceanspirit Dennis game! 

So that was what the game's plot was really about!?  :o

My God! It all makes sense now! I'm speechless!