Donald Rumsfeld Solitaire is a quagmire. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be clever; the overwhelming challenge in discussing Donald Rumsfeld Solitaire is to avoid being clever. The fact remains that even thinking about Donald Rumsfeld Solitaire is a quagmire. Playing it is worse.
If your Science skill was too low, or if you just enjoyed the LSAT problem of trying to figure out how to brute force hack your way into a terminal in Fallout 3 then this flash game is for you. And look, no need to back out of the terminal before making your final attempt!
As the 2012 Olympics come to a conclusion this weekend, Google this week released four playable versions of its famous doodle, the company's logo on its minimalist front page.
A year ago, the contemporary artist Marina Abramovic held a show at New York's Museum of Modern Art, at which patrons waited in line for a very, very long time just to meet her. The excitement of that encounter is now chronicled in a recently launched free-to-play online game.
Are you browsing this page on Google Chrome right now? Well, you're going to want to. Some saint of a coder has developed an utterly delightful hack that rolls up all of a Web page's text and pictures, Katamari-style.
This nifty timewaster's been around since early October; someone just brought it to my attention, so now I'll bring it to yours. By bookmarking this link, you can play Asteroids on any page. Watch me shoot up Crecente's bio!
Oh, you thought we were done with vuvuzelas? Hell no, now you can play the bitches in the inevitable "Vuvu Hero" flash game spoof.
Oh, dammit. Iron Maiden was flying to its first ever intergalactic gig when space pirates ambushed them, blew up their gear ship, and sent everything flying into space. Now they expect you, space roadie, to get it back.
Sort of a cross between Adventure and Berzerk is "Halo 2600" by Ed Fries, a clever little timewaster that riffs on the tropes of Atari 2600 game design, especially the snicker-inducing bleep-bloop Halo Theme in the intro.
The nearly universal reaction to seeing Google's playable 30th anniversary Pac-Man doodle was, "Well, there goes Friday." Indeed. A productivity firm has calculated the time spent playing Google's Pac-Man front at more than 4.8 million hours.
Mrs. Claus has been abducted, and Santa's out to deck the walls with gingerbread men and nutcracker guts. It's a Christmas mashup of Kung Fu for the NES and it's (wait for it) ho-ho-holarious.
The great thing about working weekends is I can blast gas with impunity in the Kotaku Tower elevator, and then on Monday when the car smells like Donkey Kong's taint, Fahey gets blamed for it once Crecente comes in.
Yesterday we explored the crossover between balloons in the news and video games. Today, certifying the saga of Balloon Boy as a true news event, someone made a flash game out of it - a flash-based side-scroller anyone can enjoy.
Been a while since we've done these. Here's GrowBox, courtesy of King.com. The object is to pick up all of the gold orbs, but consuming them makes your box grow, so the board must be navigated in a specific order.
This flash-game parody of JRPGs perfectly nails every device, trope, conceit and theme of the genre. Hang in there - even if the odds seem ridiculous, someone shows up to give you 200 gold to buy the JRPG sword.
Physics games are like National Geographic maps. I could stare at them for hours and feel like I learned something even if I couldn't articulate what I had been doing all this time.
Some wit cooked up a HD-version of Tetris - I can't even begin to count the grid here - which makes dying or clearing lines an agonizingly long process.
There's just no quit in the zombie genre. Here's a flash game whose object is to corral a horde of infected, lest one wander off the screen and kill a human.
Unlockables give this jump-physics Flash game some pretty strong replay value. I spent at least 30 minutes tricking out my cart and practicing midair handstands.
Here's a text-based real-time "survival horror" game with surprisingly strong replay value, for such a passive act. Its title is its goal: Don't Shit Your Pants.