Although I cry every time Bambi's mom gets shot and my parents named me Blair (just as The Facts of Life was at the height of it's popularity), I am, in the scientific definition of the word, a "guy." I enjoy guy things like burping, silently judging women and overeating to the point of physical discomfort. Oh yeah, and FREAKIN' DUNE BUGGY RACING! And that's why a few days ago was the epitome of awesomeness for yours truly.
In honor of the upcoming release of MotorStorm -- by my calculations, only one of two reasons to buy the $600 paperweight -- Sony flew a gaggle of games journalists (and I use the term "journalist" very, very loosely in reference to myself) out to the Mojave Desert for a little diesel-fueled, environment destroying fun in the sun.
Peep my pics, and check out the game on March 6th...it's effin' RAD.
MotorStorm's U.S. producer, Felice Standifer, waxes philosophic
about the game's kick-ass soundtrack, the perils of driving 18-wheelers
through canyons and how much it's gonna cost to dry-clean the sand out
of her mink pelt.
"Hello. My name is Mr. Sadism and I'll be your instructor for
today's lesson in heart attack-inducing speeds and bone-jarring bump
The "after" picture. As evidenced by the look on my face, I was so frightened that I can no longer have children.