Friday, August 26, 2016

What's Stan Smith Doing There?

I actually own this game. I owned a lot of really bad Nintendo games but this one took the cake because, while most bad games are still games, this one was really if you had six minutes to spare and said "Hey, I should play some Nintendo."

Where's Waldo, however, does carry some emotional baggage with it. My Grandma got me Where's Waldo for Christmas one year. I believe I picked it out from a JC Penny's or Sears Wishlist Catalog so no one was really sure what they were getting into when this bought this thing. My Grandma never knew how bad of a game it was although if she is able to follow me around online up in Heaven, she knows now, and I've kept the game because she got it for me.

I believe my cousin and I beat the game almost immediately and I spent the next several Nintendo-filled years beating it again and again because I had very few games. The graphics, as you can see from the video, are terrible, it's not really fun, and there is no reward--just Waldo landing on the Moon.

Mark Trail
"What? Why? All I've done is cause one or two boats in my possession to explode but it was all for the good of the planet!"

Either the poison used is one that you can smell or there is a guy laying dead on the floor in a pool of his own vomit just off-panel.

"Hey, it's Tom Armstrong's birthday next week."


"He draws Marvin."

"Ah. How do you know it's his birthday?"

"He's been writing about all week in Marvin."

"Well, we'll throw him a party but it'll be Friday afternoon at 4:55."

Beetle Bailey
Ignoring General Halftrack's debilitating forgetfulness for a second, I originally thought Private Blips was looking at husky memes on her computer but is instead doing something about the UCONN Huskies. That's much less interesting.