I’m doing this a little different here, I’m going to tell you what I think of the game Headspin Storybook by State of Play Games first: It’s simple to play, fun, and challenging. Next we’ll read a brief history of the pop-up book. Why a brief history of the pop-up book? You’ll see why if you Read More below the fold.
The Fold
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It was a dark and foggy morning. The fog was so thick you had to cut it with a knife. The morning was so early, even the moon hadn’t gone to bed yet. It was so dark, a blind man could see better than I could. I stumbled into my office, and sat down to a breakfast of Johnny Walker red. I sat around, for hours and hours. I sat around so much I wore a groove into my seat. I drank so much that I fell asleep until the next morning. That was when SHE walked in. All curves, not a straight edge or corner to be seen. I had sworn off women ever since a man hired me to find out if his wife was cheating on him and I learned that his wife was my secretary and the man I was investigating was me. In fact I lit out of town the instant I figured that out. I decided I was going to be alone forever. That is until she walked in. She didn’t walk in again, I simply said it again to emphasize it. The woman turned out to be my mom, and she had baked me some cookies. Cookies so good you would have shot Betty Crocker just to taste them. She also brought me the newest Nick Bounty Mystery, A Case of the Crabs. Okay maybe it was the first, how was I to know? Actually maybe she brought me the website address of Pinhead Games developers of the Nick Bounty games. I don’t really remember, see I was drinking. In fact this may have just been some creative wordplay because Nick Bounty is a comedy adventure mystery type game. Now that I had wasted some space talking about myself in the third person I was ready to start the review.
The morning was cool and still as a thick fog crept over the battle fields. The only sounds that could be heard was the distant sounds of clinking armor, and of cook fires being put out by kicking sand or water buckets. “Prepare the firing line.” said Cunningham to his Bow-master. Bow-master Rowan was also his Arch-Duke Cunningham’s Sergeant-at-Arms. Rowan walked silently to the archers at the ready. The fog was starting to lift as Rowan dropped his arm with his thumb pointing downward. The line of archers dipped their arrows in small braziers which held a curiously blue flame. Rowan raised his hand as the archers raised their bows, with their blue-flamed arrows, and then just as the fog lifted he dropped his arm! There was still no sound except for the sound of hundreds of arrows being loosed into the air.