Kotaku
To: Ashcraft
From: Owen
Re: Driving Myself Crazy
You need to know something about my brother, Fletch: He doesn't usually get standing ovations. He's a mild-mannered, happily married man who's content to live his life as a graphic artist, vegetarian, University of North Carolina Tar Heels fan, outside the public eye, down in Texas. But when he does something that deserves a curtain call, I mean, it is epic. As it was on Saturday, with the Pac-Man crapping post.
For example, I am thinking of 1984. A neighborhood bully had beaten up the youngest brother of one of our friends (now a state representative in North Carolina.) Fletch, the oldest of us all, wiped the chain grease from his hands and set out to do what had to be done. He roared off in his go-kart, the only one on the block, and tore doughnuts in the offending bully's lush front yard grass while we cheered like a NASCAR crowd. I mean airs-above-ground jumps and skids — I realize that's a dressage term, but my brother, in a go-kart, this day was dressage. He shredded the poster yard for Scott's Turf Builder. My mother's reaction? So what. "Little shits grow up to be big shits," she said of the deserving SOB across the street. Fletch and I quote that to this day.
Somehow that seems a fitting memory.
Highlights of the report:
Two Brothers Meditating Upon Questions of Pac-Man
Interview With Kian Bashiri (You Have To Burn The Rope)
IGN Watermark in Okami Cover Art
Putting Together the 'History of RPGs' Class
Games With the Best Stories Ever
Top 10 Games For $10 or Under
