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La nostalgia ochentera tiene muchas caras. Y una de ellas está renegría por el sol, apesta a keroseno y se dirige hacia ti a toda velocidad con un garrote de pinchos en cada mano.

A todo esto, el año que viene empiezan con la cuarta :D

postpunk:

Manchester (via yvynyl, mediaeater)

rocketjumper:

Making ‘em Like They Used To: Star Guard

A game of minimal controls and beyond minimal graphics, it pulls off the remarkable feat of evoking a grim invasion – you as one of a Spaceman army invading a Wizard’s fortress, occasionally encountering doomed comrades, but always pushing on, against the endless tide of bright red monsters. Ah, even names like ’spaceman’ and ‘wizard’ are so warmingly reminiscent of an age when a character required only a title, not a complicated backstory, love interest, long-lost son, eight different kinds of amnesia and the forename Jack.

All this is set to to a strangely affecting mix of plinky-plonk retro noises and semi-nihilist messages from your unseen commanders. Incredibly accessible yet nonetheless fairly hardcore in its way, it’s bleak, charming, clever and masterfully minimalistic. Grab it for no-pennies from here.

Word!

sofuckingmetal:

Having a heart is so fucking metal.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

“A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on…”

Play count: 10

The D&D Camp »

“There was a lot of gaming, but there was actually a lot more non-gaming fun, like marching the whole camp into town to see Clash of the Titans on the big screen. Just being around that many like-minded kids and getting to know them was pretty amazing. Take the normal magic of summer camp and then ratchet it up a few notches for sharing a rare and misunderstood subculture.”

You have to check this one out if only for the photograph.

(via BoingBoing)

Hell yes.

binkythedoormat:

I think it’s fair to say that this Teenwolf poster by Von is amazing, yes?

Con lo que me gustaba a mí Giger de joven. No es que ya no me mole (en un orden de magnitud varias veces inferior) pero esto es como para perderle el respeto para siempre. Otros momentos bajos de su carrera aquí y aquí.

(via Focoforo)