Like books? Like games? Then you might enjoy this. Today THQ and Random House announced that they’re teaming up to “create and develop original intellectual properties (“IP”) for publication across multiple mediums.”

According to the press release, “the team expects the new IP to first appear as a collection of games and books, while they further develop a rich IP universe that will allow for ongoing shelf life through other media.” So what does that actually mean? THQ is going to make some sort of game and Random House will have an author create a novel tie-in and maybe an ebook version too if they’re feeling whimsical.

It looks like we can expect more things like Homefront: The Voice of Freedom prequel novel. According to some reviews this could be a great thing or a sign of Ragnarök. Personally, I haven’t really gotten into tie-in novels, but for gamers looking to read more about their favorite games, I guess I can’t really fault them for that. Let’s hope that THQ and Random House try to create quality products, rather than rushing to get things to market to coincide with video game launches.

If you’re a gamer and you haven’t heard of OC ReMix, then shame on you. It’s the best website for video game music remixes, and best of all, they’re all free.

In celebration of the upcoming release of Pokemon Black and White, on March 2, OC ReMix released  The Missingno Tracks, a fan-made tribute to the music of Pokemon.

The Missingno Tracks features 28 unique arrangements created by Gerry “The Damned” Wheatley and 24 other musicians. It’s free to download or torrent on the album’s website.

I love OC ReMix and can’t say enough good things about the site, the remixes, and the community. I’ve never been disappointed by any of their concept albums, and I highly recommend downloading The Missingno Tracks. It’s projects like these that affirm my belief that people with a passion for games (and music) are able to create amazing things.

Wheatley had this to say about the album, “Fans of the games will hear familiar tunes remade into pulse-pounding techno, piano concertos, rock ballads and chiptunes, and much more. Each track was created to delight the ears ofPokémon fans and music-enthusiasts alike.”

Download the album and spread the word!

They’re everywhere in video games right now, it seems. A recent email alert from the iTunes store linked me to a page that must have had 20 zombie iPhone games ready for purchase. Call of Duty: World at War’s Nazi Zombies practically drove map pack sales for months, and I’ve thought about picking up a used copy of the game explicitly to have access to it again. The speculation that the zombies are returning in Black Ops consistently pops up in gaming news.

Age of Zombies is the top selling PSN Mini. Borderlands had a zombie-themed DLC add-on. Crackdown 2 tossed some zombie-like creatures in for good measure. Red Dead Redemption is going to have zombie DLC. Fat Princess is rumored to have a zombies mode coming, for chrissakes. Is enough enough?

Not for me. Zombies and video games are the perfect mix. Among other reasons, zombies work in video games generally for the same reason that Nazis will always make the best opponents for first person shooter titles: you don’t have to feel bad for killing them because, hey, they’re  zombies. You don’t have to take anyone’s crap because you enjoy slaughtering thousands of them. You’re not engaging in violent behavior. You’re training to ensure the survival of your species, ladies and gentlemen.

My fascination with zombies began when I was in ninth grade, with the original Dawn of the Dead. A friend of a friend was insanely into George Romero, which is how the film wound up on a Saturday afternoon watch list. Not only had I never seen gore of that ridiculously in-your-face nature before, but I’d never really encountered zombies before, outside of Michael Jackson’s Thriller video, but that was before I knew to call them “zombies.”

The question I could not stop asking the friends I saw Dawn of the Dead with was “But how did things get that way?” I couldn’t image how society could ever fall apart to the point where the walking dead would outnumber the living. It seemed so simple: shoot them in the head. The army could drop snipers and pallets’ worth of ammunition on rooftops, and the snipers could use megaphones and call out to the zombies to come get dinner and then plunk them off one by one.

I try and ignore the running zombies nonsense, though it’s worth noting that more often than not the further we get into this sub-genre the more we call them “infected” rather than “zombies.” Old-fashioned shambler zombies are so much scarier to me, because life or death comes down to thinking smart and planning ahead. As long as you act calmly and rationally, you can win. Note that in all the Romero zombie films things are usually fine until the humans start acting like idiots.

I’m less picky about runners or shamblers in video games, because in the end gamers handle them both the same way. The cinematic rules still apply: it’s about thinking ahead, and playing smart, and this translates into highly satisfying gameplay.

Cooperation and communication are the bedrock of successful first person shooter multiplayer gaming. Anyone who has spent a significant amount of time with multiplayer FPS titles can attest to the stark and immediate difference in team-based matches when we play with friends versus random pick-up groups of strangers online. Zombie-based cooperative games don’t make this behavior an option, but a bare necessity.

In Nazi Zombies, as long as you keep your cool and repair boarded-up entrances and cover the angles, a team of four can survive for a very long time to the point where lack of ammunition or clear communication become the enemy, not the zombies. Handling Left 4 Dead’s zombies also comes down to players’ ability to work as a team, covering each other during reloads, organizing attempts to get to a fallen comrade, and calling out when the “special zombies” require “special attention.”

In single-player games, zombies require a careful, methodical approach even when we’re talking about runners. You can’t get your back against the wall. You need to keep moving from areas of greater to lesser zombie density. The zombies in Dead Rising are only truly a threat if you allow yourself to get cornered, or are ill-equipped with not enough weapons. The same goes for the zombies in Resident Evil, well, up until Resident Evil 5, anyway. I like it when video games require me to think a little and plan ahead.

The out-of-touch like to look at video gamers and think of us as slothful zombies of another fashion, just numbly playing our video games. In reality, we are all training for the day when our superior hand-eye coordination constitutes the line between the survival of the human race and a world full of shambling corpses. It’s going to happen, sooner or later – caused by radioactive satellites, rage viruses, biowarfare experiments, or the plain-old End Times – and the video gamers will be ready because we know how to cooperate and plan a few steps ahead.

In keeping with both my zombie fascination, and the shiny new toy which is my 3GS iPhone, my hosts here at Gamer Limit have decided to indulge me with some reviews of the best iPhone zombie-centric titles, so pardon me while I go get some practice in such that I can save all of you who don’t play the zombie games when the apocalypse comes…

The edutainment game is being produced in a joint venture between Zombie Cow and the UK TV channel, Channel 4 (snappy title huh!) and was the subject of MUCH controversy a few weeks back due to it’s content.  You see the game takes place inside of people…   I think it best I let Zombie Cow explain this one:

Privates is a platform twin-stick shooter in which you lead a teeny-tiny gang of condom-hatted marines as they delve into peoples’ vaginas and bottoms and blast away at all manner of oozy, shouty monsters. It’s rude, funny, bitingly satirical and technically pretty accurate if you don’t count the tiny people or the germs with teeth.

The game is due out on PC for free “sometime” during the Summer – but for the UK the Summer is a very loose term!  An Xbox 360 version is being made and will be on XBLA for a very minimal charge IF Microsoft allow it through certification – present thinking is that Microsoft will reject it.

So soak up the weirdness (is that really the right word to be using here?)  below in this just released video, enjoy the screenshots and get ready to take charge of your body invading marines sometime soon.

I have terrible news everybody. After a long month, I have decided to give up on finishing Final Fantasy XIII. Our relationship hasn’t been going well, and it’s time that we both admit it isn’t going to work, and move on.

However, I wasn’t able to tell FFXIII to her face. Instead, I took the high road many of us have traveled before; I left a note. Now that she knows, and we both have started the healing process, I decided it was time to share the news with everyone here on the site; by posting the letter I slipped into her case only two nights ago.

Enjoy.

Dear Final Fantasy XIII,

We have spent over 20 hours together, fighting to bring peace to Cocoon and Pulse. It’s been a fascinating ride; filled with spectacular visuals, and wondrous set-pieces. You are a technical marvel, and I hope you know this.

But…it isn’t working out. You see, when I started following you on Gamer Limit, I was swept up into the mystique of the next-generation Final Fantasy. You promised me an epic storyline, robust characters and lengthy, meaningful gameplay. I wanted all of these.

I slipped your disc into my PS3 with careful reverence. I wanted this to work; I wanted, needed, you to prove that the JRPG was worth saving.

I realized, as we slipped down the narrow corridors to the x, x, triangle beat of your battle system, that I had done this before. Sure, there were changes – but ultimately, you were just like every other RPG girl. Refusing to give up, I pushed forward; telling myself that you would change, and I could tell my friends the JRPG was back on the home console – ready to save the world. It never happened.

You revealed your secrets to me too slowly. I wanted to dance with your battle system, and wage wars against our enemies, but you held me back. Your intravenous drip of information tortured me with towering possibilities; but controlled environments shackled me to the ground. I know that freedom was mine, after I earned it, but your tutorial gauntlet disguised as gameplay left me apathetic.

I would have been OK with this if I cared about the people I was fighting with, but I didn’t. Your character line-up was filled with every feasible JRPG trope (save one), and you made no effort to make them more interesting than their polygon count. Sazh is a fantastic character, and I’m sad I must leave him, but Snow, Hope, Vanille, Lighting, and Fang are better left behind; lost to the endless fan-site top ten lists of the “Hottest Final Fantasy characters” or “The best Final Fantasy asses.”

My friends tell me this is how you’ve always been; no compromise, even in the face of genre-genocide. If that’s the case, perhaps I’m the one to blame. I’ve spent a lot of time in the west – hanging out with Dragon Age: Origins and Fallout 3 – and their influence could be the crux of our incompatibility. Because of them, I know the difference between good and bad video game writing. I know when someone is feeding me the same antiquated nonsense.

You’ve camouflaged yours well, but its there.  You might have something to offer for gamers willing to look past this, but I’m not one of them.

Sincerely,
Chase

You heard about GameCrush.  Pay a girl to play video games with you?  Scandalous… and lucrative, it seems.

Hit the GameCrush site today and see this.  Over 10,000 lonely nerds lookin’ for love in the span of five minutes means that the GC servers bombed, hard.  The solution?  Add more servers!  Players gotta play!

Oh, and that “$6.60 for ten minutes” rate?  Yeah.  That’s for a Flash game, or Checkers.  Halo 3 is going to cost you a little more.  At least there’s a “dirty” section of the site for the truly deviant (that’s you, you know it is!).  Get on the email list to be notified as soon as you can come back for more.

Source: GameCrush website

Yeah… you read that right. The numerical value of Pi, when read backwards, is PIE!!! It’s like math is trying to give us a gift.

Open your arms wide and take freely of its deliciousness.

In other breaking news: Ekans is Snake backwards, Racecar is Racecar backwards, redrum is murder backwards, and listening to certain songs backwards makes Satan come out of your computer and kick you in the face.

Now, you’d better clean your brains up off the floor, stuff them back into your ear holes, and move along with your day. Shouldn’t you be working or something?

There can’t be a guy alive that hasn’t thought about paying a girl to play with him (if there was, there isn’t now), but I think most of that number would have been thinking of something a bit more intimate than sharing a game of Halo 3.

As part of the weird subculture within video games, GameCrush aims to capitalise on the apparently crushing loneliness of certain gamers in a bid for their wallets.

For a reasonable 500 credits ($8.25 in big-boy money), you can hire a gaming girl for a match (lasting 10 minutes) on an Xbox Live game of your choice. What is unfortunately not mentioned is whether you can tell how good your ‘PlayDate’ (as they’re apparently called) is going to be at any game. I’d hate to think that I’d spent my money on a hot date, only to find out they’re no good in bed.

The service is apparently hoping to branch out onto other systems, but currently only has Xbox 360 support, as well as a few casual flash games on offer. The website launches proper tonight, so if you’re feeling especially desperate or are just morbidly curious, you might want to check out GameCrush.com.

According to Sankaku complex, a gamer who was wallhacking in Counter-Strike got a harsh lesson when he was stabbed through the head with a knife – for his crimes against gamer kind.

The assault happened in the Nothern Provence of Jilin, China, when a mob of quite serious gamers noticed the boy wallhacking at a local internet cafe. What followed was an argument, and a knife to the brain.

The man somehow survived, but I suspect the rate of wallhacking at that Internet cafe has now plummeted as a result… a fair deterrent?

More info, and gore available at SankakuComplex (which may or may not be as factually accurate as a flying tuna).

A disgruntled hello, wrapped in the smell of new and used plastic, welcomes me into my local Gamestop. It’s 10:45 p.m, and people are already milling about.  They shift through faceless lithos like homeowners searching someone’s garage for hidden treats.

Others snicker together in neatly packed groups. I start towards the counter when I overhear two of them arguing which Final Fantasy character would be better in the sack. My curiosity can’t be helped; so, I stop and examine a giant cardboard Bioshock 2 that commands, “Buy me now!”

“Dude, Lulu would have to be my top pick. My girlfriend even said she would be willing to have a threesome with her. Perfect, right?”

“No way, dude! I want to keep my penis, and I’m pretty sure that crazy bitch would cut it off. I vote for Quistis and her hot teacher look. I would love for her to drop some knowledge on me.”

“Dude, you don’t know a damn thing about the hottest Final Fantasy character.”

A laugh slips through my teeth, and the two patrons noticed my terrible espionage.

“Right? Quistis *is* a terrible choice. Look man, this guy is laughing at you.”

Pissed that a stranger was laughing at him, he interrogates me. “Yeah? Well, who would you pick?”

Panicking at the personal invasion – I don’t kiss and tell – I said the first thing that came to my head, “Rhydia.”

Their response was a series of blank stares and blinks that would make any anime fan proud. It made me think the unintended implication of pedophilia went unnoticed; I was wrong.

“Dude…she is like…12.”

“Have some class, man.”

I begin an expeditious retreat as they turn away, and I hear a laugh shared at my expense. Embarrassed, I press further into the store. The clerk’s forehead crinkles as he forces a smile and says, “You here for Final Fantasy XIII?”

Thinking that spending my hard-earned $60 will restore a sliver of my credibility, I respond with an over-enthusiastic yes that causes my voice to crack.

His forehead pinches itself closer together, “Whoa man, caps lock?”

Frustrated, I slam my credit card onto the table like a Magic player casting the winning card. The clerk sighs hard enough that I can smell the Taco Bell he had for lunch. Number six with fire sauce. Not my favorite.

I stash the receipt in my pocket and find a spot next to the PC section. It’s a pitiful creature corralled onto one shelf, and it reminds me of an old war veteran sitting among a brand new platoon. No one goes near him because his bitterness for their youth is a terrible ice breaker. I want him to tell me stories about Heroes of Might and Magic II or Hexen. Instead, his bright history is hidden between copies of Diner Dash 2 and a Teletubbies point-and-click adventure. A patron dressed as Squall rips me violently from my daydream, and reminds me the future demands my attention.

His costume is incredibly accurate. He has the jacket, the chain, the pants, and the sword. Oh, the sword. Two wooden blades held together by a center plank and fastened to the barrel of a Nerf gun. His craftsmanship would make Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman proud. It’s painted silver -up to the hilt of the gun – and the yellow section sticks out like a grown man playing Pokemon. His upbeat attitude gives away his inability to recreate everything, but no one is perfect.

The clock creeps toward midnight and the patrons are rolling in. There is buzz in the air as everyone grows impatient with the increased heat and body odor. I swear a little bit of pot is mixed in there as well. The stench is getting increasingly stronger, and I have to concentrate or I may be trampled to death after I collapse. I think about why Mother 3 hasn’t been released in America, and why biscuits and gravy are so appealing to me. Looking around, I notice a lot of bloodshot eyes and heavy yawns. The stalwart resistance against the sandman’s clutches would make a Dwarven defender proud, and I find strength in their mutual suffering.

There are over 80 people here and their anticipation is spilling into the parking lot into a poorly formed line. Why would so many (mostly) grown men come out here? It smells, and the workers are unenthusiastic and won’t shut up about overpriced strategy guides. Some of us won’t even remove the plastic until late tomorrow evening. Haven’t we outgrown this?

The lines move quickly, and I hand over my receipt as I approach the counter. Squall screams out in joy as a world without Final Fantasy XIII is no more.

As I start towards my car, ready to hand the game a long list of elitist criticisms, I see one of the patrons staring into the cover of his PS3 copy. I catch a reflection in his wet eyes, and I stop. Dancing on his cornea is a six-year old sitting at home on his favorite pillow; holding the two-button gateway to Coneria as black menus dance above his head.

I toss the game into the back seat, and as I adjust the rear-view mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself. The curly blond hair of my youth shakes left and right as he blows into a Popeye cartridge. His contagious smile taints my lips as I realize why we all came out here tonight.

I’ve been sitting on this news a while, wondering if any of the other major outlets would jump on it. It’s about a new game. The name?

Dudebro, My Sh*t Is F*cked Up So I Got To Shoot/Slice You II: It’s Straight-Up Dawg Time.

Let that name sink in a moment. Ready? Let’s continue.

Dubebro II is the freshman project by Grimoire Assembly Forge, a collection of a hundred or so NeoGAF volunteers who have come together to turn an in-joke into an actual game. The story behind its inception is the stuff of Internet legends; if you want all the details, I suggest sifting through the game’s wiki at your leisure.

In December of last year, NeoGAF member cuyahoga started a thread about his positive experience renting Imagine: Babyz Fashion. After enduring several accusations of being a pedophile, cuyahoga responded, “So, I’m a pedophile because I don’t want to play Dudebro, My Sh*t Is F*cked Up So I Got To Shoot/Slice You II: It’s Straight-Up Dawg Time? To throw around these sort of accusations at someone who seeks to do something different suggests quite the insecurity on your part.”

After that outburst, commenters imagined what such a game would be like. They whipped up image macros, all of which have been gathered here, and nailed down critical gameplay mechanics. With all these ideas, there was no way this game wasn’t going to be made.

Developed on the Unity engine for the PC, Dudebro II is a top-down shooter not unlike Smash TV. Why the “II” in the title? Because sequels are always better than the original! Duh!

Naturally, the whole thing is a parody of the popular perception of gaming as one excessively violent, male power fantasy after another. Ya know, “hardcore” games! You don’t have a health bar, you have a brodiocity meter! You rescue hot babes who surround you and protect you from harm! And when you beat the boss, you can fist bump its spirit to send it to dude heaven!

And the crowning glory? John St. John, Duke Nukem himself, is on board as the voice of lead dude John Dudebro. Excited yet?

A brief demo has been uploaded to illustrate basic design concepts. You gotta play it just for the game over message! Dudebro (with placeholder VA) remarks, “I don’t need any f*ckin’ casuals on muh team! Go back to yer exercise games!”

Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.

Keep an eye out on the project’s main page. Something is bound to pop up there eventually. In the meantime, read that title over and over and try not to crack a smile.

Dudebro, My Sh*t Is F*cked Up So I Got To Shoot/Slice You II: It’s Straight-Up Dawg Time.

Oh God! I can’t keep a straight face! I just can’t!

In 1989, a movie was released that promised to be the ultimate film about the gamer. A movie where Fred Savage and his mentally impaired brother would fight against the powers that be (their parents) to become the video game champions of the world.

Where Nintendo would shamelessly flaunt every product they had, and at the end launch the most anticipated game of the late eighties. Where 10-year-old kids were able to travel across the country alone without ringing any bells. Where the Power Glove was king.

This movie was The Wizard, and I’m here to tell you how much it rocked. Please note, there are spoilers. Awesome spoilers.

Any retro gamer worth his salt has either heard, seen, or actually owns a copy of this flick. Next to the Super Mario Bros. Movie, it’s a classic representation of how utterly crazy people were about Nintendo in the 80s. But for those who haven’t seen this masterpiece, here’s the lowdown:

Fred Savage is Corey, a 13-year-old kid in a broken family. His half-brother, Jimmy, is autistic, and is about to be sent to a home after his parents separate and split custody of the kids.

Corey, being the headstrong kid that he his, decides to abduct his brother and run away with $20 to California, because that’s all his brother will keep babbling on about. Along the way, Corey finds out his brother is a video game genius and decides to enter him in the Video Game Championships at Universal Studios in Los Angeles, which conveniently begins in a week.

Unfortunately, the asshole side of the parents aren’t too happy with this fantasy and decide to enlist the aid of possibly the creepiest looking freak to track down Jimmy and drag him back home.

After a run-in with the freak, Corey’s dad and brother decide to take matters into their own hands and find the boys before this “runaway expert” gets his hands on them. Meanwhile, the two boys run into a young girl, Haley (Jenny Lewis, who grew up to become insanely hot), who decides to join them on their little adventure and get a piece of Corey.

Oh yes, sports fans, there is even a tiny, really awkward love story in this movie too.

Along the way, it’s mostly just kid movie slapstick – the freaky guy grabs the wrong kid at a lookout, the family learns to love Nintendo, the kids hitchhike in cake vans, there’s a camp-out in death valley, and they win money by placing bets on arcade games. It’s all quite stupid, but it’s watchable purely for the 80s hilarity factor.

That, and watching Corey’s dad getting all excited playing a NES; it reminds me of what my dad used to be like when he played Zelda. He also throws a shovel at a car. There are some classic scenes and great music. Also a lot of adults attacking children too. Very weird.

But, okay, I’ll admit the movie is pretty poor, (aside from the amazing soundtrack). The acting, plot, story, and dialogue are all laughingly dreadful, but that’s not why the movie was developed, nor why it has such a cult following. The main reason this movie kicks so much ass is because it’s a 1.4 hour Nintendo advertisement. From about 20 minutes in, everything in this movie is Nintendo.

Corey’s older brother and father are both seen in random, completely unnecessary scenes playing Super Mario Bros. 2 and Zelda 2. The scene when Corey discovers his brother’s epic gift is in a restaurant on a Double Dragon arcade machine (50,000!!). Haley is later blessed with the idea of the contest after watching him play Ninja Gaiden.

But really, it all comes down to one epic scene in the middle of the film. Some kid watches Jimmy play and remarks that he “was good, but he’d never beat Lucas“.

Apparently, Lucas is the Nintendo Kingpin of that particular desert town and brags to our trio that he has 97 games and is an elite at all of them. He even wore a black trenchcoast before Neo. Ahem. Lucas takes them back to his house where a shiny silver box is produced, garnished with Lucas’ full name.

The box is opened to display a Nintendo Power Glove. Now, it was universally known that the Power Glove was hands down the most useless Nintendo peripheral ever made. It killed the arm and wrist of the wearer, had pretty much zero advantage over a normal controller, and looked like a prop left over from Battlestar Galactica. But for Jimmy, it was his goddamn Kryptonite. Lucas kicks ass in Rad Racer with it and utters the words so famously associated with this movie.

“I love the Power Glove. It’s so bad.”

I have no idea how he manages to say this with a straight face, especially while holding the glove to his chest like he’s being knighted. Pictures do it no justice; this part is a must see. In any case, Haley stares dreamily at Lucas while Jimmy turns and runs while being flanked by Corey. Lucas advises Haley that he will also be competing in the championships, to which she then walks off in a huff. Then, to be honest, nothing interesting happens till about the last 30 minutes.

Well, except for Christian Slater getting into an argument with his dad before going off to play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. In fact, it’s pretty much all he does in the movie anyway. His dad also has a go, playing like a spastic five-year-old while excitedly exclaiming how he got “the scroll weapon”. He later does the same thing when playing Zelda 2. Very strange. They also share a bed. I can’t even count how many extremely creepy moments are in this kids movie.

Just before they hit LA, there is a cameo by one of Nintendo’s famous Game Counselors. The trio realise that Jimmy needs to learn up to 70 games in 3 days if he is going to win the championships, so they contact a game counselor to give them all the hints and tips from a hotel phone. He’s extremely helpful for someone who speaks to kids on the phone all day.

How the hell Jimmy managed to master 70 games in three days, I have no idea, but all of them also seem to be in an arcade in Reno, Nevada. They also seem to have 13-year-old bar girls, too. For the record though, the most games in the movie feature in this part – TMNT, MegaMan 2, Metroid, Ninja Gaiden, Off Road, Contra, Operation Wolf, F1 Dream.

Creepy guy finds them at Reno, in which the second best line in the movie is uttered by Haley.

“He TOUCHED my BREAST!”

The cops arrest the freak. He somehow comes back to abduct Jimmy a bit later, but Haley’s trucker friends beat the shit out of him. He still manages to come back again to be a pain in the arse and punch Jimmy’s dad in the face.

Eventually the kids get to Universal Studios just as the competition is about to begin. After a super excitable guy dressed like Mario signs them up, Jimmy blitzes his way through the heats, with Lucas right on his tail. The tournament seems to work on a points system; whoever gets the most points in that particular NES game wins the round.

It doesn’t take long to get to the final round, where $50,000 is up for grabs, and the the unveiling of a new game. A curtain is raised and Super Mario Bros 3 comes up to complete awe. It’s worth knowing that SMB3 released soon after this movie opened in theatres, so it was exciting for everyone. I personally, being eight at the time, was thrilled.

Of course, Jimmy wins, they find out why he’s mental (dead sister, who is never mentioned or referenced in the entire movie, traumatized him) and they all live happily ever after. The one thing I want to know is how the hell Jimmy knew exactly how to get the raccoon suit and fly up to the top on the first world.

I didn’t even know how to do that. Prodigy my ass, he just got lucky.