<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:41:35.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Player Magazine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Player</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-5015828678485290362</id><published>2008-05-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:32:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris W</title><summary type='text'>Lonesome Traveller Game: Mario Kart WiiDeveloper: Nintendo EADPublisher: NintendoRating: 3+ (PEGI), E (ESRB)Co-operation and competition go hand in hand; working towards something with others, against a common obstacle, gives rise to life’s greatest achievements and rewards. Ultimately it's competition that remains at the heart of all play, but Nintendo, in its renewed energetic rush towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5015828678485290362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=5015828678485290362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5015828678485290362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5015828678485290362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/chris-w.html' title='Chris W'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-4137657180370668066</id><published>2008-05-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T07:51:07.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Ric Squid</title><summary type='text'>Unlock Your Potential The Earth is flat. Hitler would never dare to invade Poland. The next REM album will be a return to form. If there is one thing the history of we shoe-clad monkeys has taught us, is that it's pretty easy to get it wrong.Of course, none of the above howlers quite matches the sheer wrong-headedness of suggesting that games developers should stop including locked content in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4137657180370668066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=4137657180370668066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4137657180370668066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4137657180370668066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/05/tvs-jim-bowen.html' title='Mr Ric Squid'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1387761801607832388</id><published>2008-04-25T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T05:45:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'>Wii'll Be Together Again I've recently become aware of a huge sadness inside me that stems from my childhood, a great yawning chasm of unhappy memories has opened up in front of me. Not a day goes by when I don't look back on those early years with a tinge of regret and often, a solitary tear falling from my eye.I want to be a member of the Wii family.Y'know, those guys in the Nintendo Wii </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1387761801607832388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1387761801607832388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1387761801607832388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1387761801607832388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/ian.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-276966445570279218</id><published>2008-04-02T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:06:49.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris W</title><summary type='text'>Only the crumbliest, flakiest Rock Band...The relationship between TV and games bothers me. It’s not been exploited anywhere near as effectively as it could be. Whereas film at least produces the potential for decent games - not to mention a convenient sales spike upon release - television, with its emphasis on human interaction and continuing story elements, conveys less well to digital media. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/276966445570279218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=276966445570279218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/276966445570279218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/276966445570279218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/04/chris-w.html' title='Chris W'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-8118080605703861548</id><published>2008-03-28T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:47:12.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris W</title><summary type='text'>An open letter to Paul W S AndersonDear Mr Anderson,I notice that you have recently been quoted as saying (Edge, March 2008, P.77):"There is nothing more boring than seeing a movie that is a straight adaptation of a videogame. A lot of hardcore gay mermaids complain that videogame movies don’t stick exactly to the games, but frankly that would not be an enjoyable experience because if you’ve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8118080605703861548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=8118080605703861548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8118080605703861548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8118080605703861548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/03/chris-w.html' title='Chris W'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-2467511859792134559</id><published>2008-03-17T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:19:29.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin H</title><summary type='text'>My ResignationIt is with a heavy heart that I tender my resignation, effective immediately. I have spent the past five months with the Team Fortress 2 company, and although I have enjoyed my service to the industry I feel it is now time to move on.I must stress at this point that I do not require any form of reference from TF2, as I feel the mechanisms and structure bear little, if any relevance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2467511859792134559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=2467511859792134559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/2467511859792134559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/2467511859792134559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/03/martin-h_17.html' title='Martin H'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6979218029029141347</id><published>2008-03-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:55:48.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>RabbitsHit the Road is easily one of my favourite videogame memories. It was 1996, the family had just purchased our first ‘proper’ PC (it came with both  a CD Rom and Windows 95!) and I was in heaven with Sam ‘n Max. Unfortunately, it took me about three months to get the game running with the talkie initiated because, if you remember, Windows 95 was a complete bitch to configure and some games </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6979218029029141347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6979218029029141347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6979218029029141347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6979218029029141347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/03/dean.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-5917338716892288449</id><published>2008-03-08T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:25:23.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Puchi Puchi Virus - Review"Puchi Puchi Virus" is possibly the best name for a videogame this side of Polyphony deciding to subtitle their seminal driving series with “The Real Driving Simulator”. Aside from the wonderful title, the game also features dozens of darling characters with equally darling names. "Pigsqueak" and I were really enjoying our time yesterday evening, curing all manner of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5917338716892288449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=5917338716892288449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5917338716892288449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5917338716892288449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/03/puchi-puchi-virus-review-puchi-puchi.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6977673826525560031</id><published>2008-03-04T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:00:26.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facewon</title><summary type='text'>Tales From The Darkside.Part 1: Field Notes From a Halo Veteran on his third tour. I have an addiction to a multiplayer game that is largely populated by teenage American children (henceforth known as Seppos). Halo 3 is, well, fuck, I'm not gonna bother with an explaination. You're reading The Player blog, you know what it is.I'm a 31 year old Australian who delves daily into fragfests, verbal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6977673826525560031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6977673826525560031' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6977673826525560031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6977673826525560031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/03/facewon.html' title='Facewon'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-5496051600221080891</id><published>2008-02-20T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:33:44.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>Uncharted Territory Uncharted makes me want to start several threads on multiple forums. I want to shout to the world that Uncharted is the perfect mix of pre-millennium platforming and post Gears of War over-the-shoulder; without all the associated bullshit that goes with it. The thing is, I’m about five months too late. I spent most of the past few months trying to tell myself that Uncharted is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5496051600221080891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=5496051600221080891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5496051600221080891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5496051600221080891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/02/dean_20.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-147210448893595684</id><published>2008-02-12T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:58:30.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><summary type='text'>Legend Of Zelda: Phantom HourglassA true story. I was feeling bad for not playing my DS. It's like, I know it's fun, it's a lovely bit of kit, but I really can't be arsed with it. My PSP takes my time for the most part, and I'm perfectly contented with that arrangement. But, time has gone on (and on) and I've been feeling progressively worse for neglecting it. Yes, I know, it's just a bit of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/147210448893595684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=147210448893595684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/147210448893595684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/147210448893595684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/02/mike.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1010089163952318985</id><published>2008-02-02T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:39:28.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'>Murder, Death, Kill The moment has nearly arrived, when the release of GTA4 sees a whole generation of young men taking the day off work to pump virtual lead into virtual passers-by. When I finished San Andreas I decided, after three console versions and two top-down PC originals, I was officially GTA-ed out. But recently, my Uzi trigger-finger has been twitching, in anticipation of the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1010089163952318985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1010089163952318985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1010089163952318985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1010089163952318985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/02/ian.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1750723268343360109</id><published>2008-01-30T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:11:17.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><summary type='text'>Ratchet and Clank: Size Matters Ratchet and Clank: Size Matters (from henceforth to be know as R&amp;C:SM, okay?) is everything that is wrong with videogames. It's like playing a post-Sands of Time (which will now be known as PoP:SoT, yeah?) platformer and thinking I thought we were past this? It is, in PR terms, an accurate and complete installment of a console franchise on a handheld machine, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1750723268343360109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1750723268343360109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1750723268343360109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1750723268343360109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/01/mike_30.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1637597512572697237</id><published>2008-01-17T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:19:37.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><summary type='text'>Parappin'Game: Parappa the RapperDeveloper: NaNaOn-ShaPublisher: SonyPlatform: PSPAvailable: Since about 1997Is it ever enough just to be first? Think about the games that kick started genres and sub-genres and precious few remain at the pinnacle for too long. Tetris, sure. Mario 64 ... perhaps, though it could be argued that it has been surpassed. Goldeneye? Dethroned. And so it comes to Parappa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1637597512572697237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1637597512572697237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1637597512572697237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1637597512572697237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/01/mike.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-7781350945070385333</id><published>2008-01-14T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:34:55.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'>For Everything Else, There's Master League PES2008 is not a great football game in my humble opinion, it's part of a great series of games but not, in itself a classic. It's strange then that I've just spent a huge chunk of my week playing it again, at the expense of far more important matters. The clue's in the title as to why I'm still persevering with it, the Master League. Few things brings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7781350945070385333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=7781350945070385333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7781350945070385333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7781350945070385333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/01/ian_14.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-3514879792158554632</id><published>2008-01-12T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:25:34.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'>The Player Issue 9Download </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3514879792158554632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=3514879792158554632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/3514879792158554632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/3514879792158554632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/01/ian_12.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1885136365304429678</id><published>2008-01-10T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T08:51:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>I am not pussy whipped (Rock Band)While I’m usually exquisitely turned out when leaving the house for an average day of Canadian festivities, I’ve recently become accustomed to wearing a Steven Tyler endorsed headband. There are two reasons for this:         a) I have a beautiful head of hair that is accentuated by a rose coloured headband         b) I am one of only a handful of people who can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1885136365304429678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1885136365304429678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1885136365304429678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1885136365304429678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/01/dean.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/R4ZMrwf5nuI/AAAAAAAAACs/5xgR9-oq6CA/s72-c/rock-band-cover-cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-629438936235580214</id><published>2008-01-03T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:24:38.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin H</title><summary type='text'>Virtually InaccessibleMy Wii has been a hive of blue light activity over the past few days, what with all the new mail from the Nintendo quarters. And it all seemed so promising.My first piece of 'amazing' news was the fact that the big N had finally made those fucking ridiculous Nintendo Stars worth sommat more than a shoddy wallpaper/ringtone/PRINT-OUT OF A GBA TO PUT ON TOP OF YOUR TELLY. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/629438936235580214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=629438936235580214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/629438936235580214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/629438936235580214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2008/01/martin-h.html' title='Martin H'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-7710092964044227154</id><published>2007-12-29T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:32:50.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'>THEPLAYER's PodcastPiracyFor 2007's final blast, Dean, H and Mike attempt keen, planet-shattering insight, tackling LucasArts' Monkey Island adventures, in what's feared to be the first in a series of examinations of memorable or even Important videogames.In practice, this seems to involve firing off "like" and "y'know", like, a lot. Y'know.All aboard for boyish enthusiasm, nostalgia, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7710092964044227154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=7710092964044227154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7710092964044227154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7710092964044227154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/12/ian.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-8351810570224796612</id><published>2007-12-18T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:45:25.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><summary type='text'>ScreenwipeIf I were to be supremely condemnatory, I’d go so far as to describe the screenshot as almost entirely irrelevant. Next to a newly-released "artist’s rendition" of the new Nintendo console and Take 2’s expertly crafted fiascos, there’s nothing quite so effective in throwing our video gaming selves into a flurry of judgemental internet-based frothing. Be it in support or, more often, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8351810570224796612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=8351810570224796612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8351810570224796612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8351810570224796612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/12/katie_18.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-537747385817293408</id><published>2007-12-14T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:28:04.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><summary type='text'>Acute Issue I’ll start and end on personal notes. I’m going to be presumptuous and state that unlike the other more-talented The Player folk, I like video games innocence. Which is nothing like reality innocence, which might see Little Timmy feel comfortable happy-slapping his grampappy ‘til he turned more blind if it meant getting a guest spot on Little Big Brother or something, I don’t know.No,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/537747385817293408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=537747385817293408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/537747385817293408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/537747385817293408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/12/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-4607482785306032370</id><published>2007-12-12T04:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:37:49.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzo</title><summary type='text'>Spike TV Awards, Get the Fuck Out.It's not that Spike TV made Bioshock their Game of the Year- that accolade was entirely justified, if you ask me- it's the sheer embarassment of the categories that gets me.I mean, what must Samuel L Jackson have thought, privately, at the following list? Best shooter; Best action game (which was won by, er, Mario Galaxy...); Best rhythm game; Best RPG; Best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4607482785306032370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=4607482785306032370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4607482785306032370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4607482785306032370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/12/gonzo.html' title='Gonzo'/><author><name>Gonzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620940901292060139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-7831011127349619912</id><published>2007-12-07T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:27:57.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris W</title><summary type='text'>Final Fantasy III Publisher: Square EnixDeveloper: Square Enix / Matrix SoftwarePlatform: DSAvailable: NowA question for you, Players: what is a remake? It seems obvious enough, but I bet you can’t pin it down in a few words. Let’s work it out together.Clearly, a mere port of a title to a new platform won’t cut it. Adding new characters or dungeons, tweaking item drops or stats is closer, but we’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7831011127349619912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=7831011127349619912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7831011127349619912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7831011127349619912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/12/chris-w_07.html' title='Chris W'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-3717169507072831602</id><published>2007-11-20T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:04:03.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'>Blazing Angels 2: Secret Missions Of WWIIWar is hell, obviously and the Second World War was more hellish than most. If the endless procession of WWII shooters have taught us nothing (and they haven't) it's that watching your best friend being torn apart by machinegun fire on the beaches of Normandy is a real bitch. But seen from the skies WWII actually becomes quite a jolly experience. That's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3717169507072831602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=3717169507072831602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/3717169507072831602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/3717169507072831602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/11/ian.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6190623608380100072</id><published>2007-11-16T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:16:36.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mike</title><summary type='text'>The Player Podcast: November 07 #1THEPLAYER's PodcastDisgracePrised at last from the the fuzzy arms of limbo, Mike, H and the ever-decadent Gonzo return to your Internet, pondering cheating in videogames, the sheer evils of feminism, and revealing an ugly truth or two about the Gamesmaster Channel 4 TV show.DownloadTracklist:Martha and the Muffins - What People Do For FunAretha Franklin - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6190623608380100072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6190623608380100072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6190623608380100072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6190623608380100072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/11/mike_16.html' title='mike'/><author><name>The Player</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-120831930516492573</id><published>2007-11-16T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:46:06.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mike</title><summary type='text'>Scout Niblett feat. Bonnie Prince BillyWhat a song, peeps. Digest, consume, enjoy. If you can say you've heard a better song than this over the last year you are either (a) lying (b) not lying and, as a result, are, in fact, telling the truth.If (a), lol pwned.If (b), gimme, yo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/120831930516492573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=120831930516492573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/120831930516492573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/120831930516492573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/11/mike.html' title='mike'/><author><name>The Player</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-885865220467373010</id><published>2007-10-04T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T05:34:39.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian</title><summary type='text'> Everybody's TennisDeveloper: Clap HanzPublisher: SonyRelease Date: Before The Great WarFormat: PS2Charm. It's probably the first thing you think of when musing on Clap Hanz Everybody's series of Golf, and now Tennis games. It's more of a bumbling amateur's charm rather than a slick Tom Cruise on Oprah kind of charm. Cute little fellows engaging in the popular sport of ruining a good walk. Golf </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/885865220467373010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=885865220467373010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/885865220467373010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/885865220467373010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/10/ian.html' title='Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-8033836333660623781</id><published>2007-09-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:18:30.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzo</title><summary type='text'>The Player Fatwas Vol.1: Franchise.It's nearly 4PM and I am swamped by work; important things at stake like some dude's life if he gets deported, but everybody needs a break, and I need more than most. Perusing gameindustry.biz mindlessly, as i do, I come across Sierra's Martin Tremblay pontificating about how his company's got the oevas to be different and publish more than its fair share of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8033836333660623781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=8033836333660623781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8033836333660623781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8033836333660623781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/09/gonzo_11.html' title='Gonzo'/><author><name>Gonzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620940901292060139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-9116634598818761485</id><published>2007-08-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T06:52:25.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ian</title><summary type='text'>Crazy Cash-InYou've probably guessed exactly what this game is like. And you'd be right. (Assuming you guessed that it was a compilation of the first two DC Crazy Taxi games ported over to UMD with some half-hearted extras thrown in. And you hadn't mistakenly thought it was an exciting new game about cool-looking space pirates sailing the Galaxy in search of intergalactic bounty or something). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/9116634598818761485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=9116634598818761485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/9116634598818761485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/9116634598818761485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-ian.html' title='Not Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1601267449758830912</id><published>2007-08-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:13:19.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Toups</title><summary type='text'>I (don't) heart MetroidWith the looming release of Metroid Prime 3, can we admit that Prime 2 sucks already? I mean, yeah, Prime was a great game, but it was also a great Metroid game, and it was also in 3D, which was a singular achievement for the time. The second game, though... Man. What went wrong? It ditched the open exploration of the first game in favour of mostly linear threads which were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1601267449758830912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1601267449758830912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1601267449758830912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1601267449758830912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-toups.html' title='Mr. Toups'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RsSFB3lZYnI/AAAAAAAAACc/1AOvEp7X0f8/s72-c/metroid-prime-20040804042638343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6126830493698014238</id><published>2007-08-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:20:06.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Review: Rugby 08 - PS2Rugby is impressive. I am, of course, biased, having partaken in the lifestyle for sixteen years (I'm in my early twenties), I'm able to put my hand on my heart and tell you that it’s one of the most demanding sports out there. Sure, the general perception is that it’s a game for fat boys, full of swearing, drinking and homosexual tendencies. This might even be true, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6126830493698014238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6126830493698014238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6126830493698014238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6126830493698014238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/08/dean_13.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RsCdjS4naGI/AAAAAAAAACM/9KHCpMqNwt4/s72-c/RUG06genSCRausvsnzsidestepG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-5704120604775767314</id><published>2007-08-10T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:07:35.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful BombshellHype is a beautiful thing. It allows us, as retards, to know exactly what we want, without even thinking about it. Case in point: Mass Effect.I remember back at TGS in ’05, when Mass Effect was showing. “Winter 06” it proclaimed and we were fed with art, screenshots, information and videos. Fast forward a couple of years, it remains on the cusp of release, and we’re still being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5704120604775767314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=5704120604775767314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5704120604775767314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5704120604775767314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/08/dean_10.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RrybAy4naEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VeEkOTLVkQI/s72-c/mass_effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1933679797277350479</id><published>2007-08-05T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:13:39.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzo</title><summary type='text'>Bioshock musings- part one: Spray that fucking Splicer, whiteboy!Remember E3 2006? Well screw Miyamoto and his comical attempts at conducting. In Bioshock, 360 and potent PC-owners get their chance to orchestrate some seriously fucked up shit- and I think that's the best way to summarise my experience of what's shaping up to be one of the finest adventures a videogame'll take you on. Yes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1933679797277350479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1933679797277350479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1933679797277350479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1933679797277350479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/08/gonzo.html' title='Gonzo'/><author><name>Gonzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620940901292060139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-4301526362015520020</id><published>2007-07-30T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:49:53.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>                         $396.40My wife calls me up and explains that she's, "sick and tired of all those fucking games". I'm sure you know the story. You're out shopping, for whatever the fuck it is this week, and you walk past EB Games. You stumble in, wrinkle your nose at the smell, and proceed to walk to the pre-owned area. You enjoy videogames, and your collection can never be too big, eh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4301526362015520020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=4301526362015520020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4301526362015520020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4301526362015520020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_30.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/Rq35Ri4naAI/AAAAAAAAABU/t3EQd7n_Gv0/s72-c/games03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1490805983293449836</id><published>2007-07-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:07:12.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ian</title><summary type='text'>Top 5:TV shows that should've been made into games1. Grange HillThrowing sausages around in the canteen, letting off fire extinguishers in the halls, innercity tension, massive fuck-off rucks with rival schools, growing pains, period pains, teenage suicide, shagging, drinking, piss-taking and pregnancy. All things that should be seen in games more often, Grange Hill is/was perfect for a nice bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1490805983293449836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1490805983293449836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1490805983293449836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1490805983293449836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-5-tv-shows-that-shouldve-been-made.html' title='Not Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-7941580862776640701</id><published>2007-07-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:23:38.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Sony FanboyI purchased Rugby 2008 last night. Its quite good, a little bit fiddly, but you know, I love them there sports games. But yeah...I played it for about an hour. However, before I started, the PS triple informed me that there was an update required. So off I went, and updated her.Now I can use wallpapers - awesome!I then wandered over to the PSN store, and guess what? I'm still able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/7941580862776640701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=7941580862776640701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7941580862776640701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/7941580862776640701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_27.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RqoTqy4nZ-I/AAAAAAAAABE/yXXjGW-Ss4g/s72-c/HeavenlySword4_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-4170383095393816517</id><published>2007-07-26T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:32:41.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Upscale that shitThe 360 upscales?Fuck.I purchased the Jet Set Radio/Sega GT ‘promo’ disc from EBGames a few months back, for the princely sum of $1.99. I wasn’t convinced either would work, and I didn’t really care. For the price of a Gatorade, you can’t really go wrong. They didn’t work.They do now.Fuck.Jet Set Radio is quite possibly, the best looking game on the XBOX 360. No, im not being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4170383095393816517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=4170383095393816517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4170383095393816517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4170383095393816517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_26.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/Rqi6OC4nZ9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/usN2OwXaotU/s72-c/Grind02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-2388973618913162956</id><published>2007-07-25T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:01:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mike</title><summary type='text'>Activists are the fuckI received hate mail today, for the first time ever. I'm not talking "lol, u guys suck" internet hate, or even the type of hate I get from wearing a Le Tissier shirt around Fratton. No, I'm talking real "I am going to fucking kill you" hate mail.At lunch time I received a phone call from the security guard at my work, asking me to come in to collect a letter. I walked there,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/2388973618913162956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=2388973618913162956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/2388973618913162956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/2388973618913162956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/mike_25.html' title='mike'/><author><name>The Player</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-852196206972638387</id><published>2007-07-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:35:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Kieron Gillen is the new Michael PalinAs you know, I'm a big fan of Gillen. For the most part, I really have no interest in the content of his articles. I'm more enamoured with the way he writes, and entertains me. It’s the same with Tim Rogers. For the most part, I couldn’t care less what he's banging on about, but nearly always, he entertains me in one way or another.So when Russ Pitts (editor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/852196206972638387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=852196206972638387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/852196206972638387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/852196206972638387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_24.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RqZCmC4nZ8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_RzSDssHMWA/s72-c/gillenlogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6818496418383680770</id><published>2007-07-23T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:11:26.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Get your coat love, you've pulled!Project Slypheed turned up today from the wonderful ladies at Microsoft. I've been told by a few kids that I should be expecting an east meets west battle.Final Fantasy vs Wing Commander.I've yet to actually ever play a Wing Commander game, but on this evidence, Wing Commander must have been fucking terrible.From my brief play this evening, Slypheed seems to be a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6818496418383680770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6818496418383680770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6818496418383680770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6818496418383680770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_23.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RqWIrC4nZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/w-hTblU_dA8/s72-c/xwt11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-3524505731613784957</id><published>2007-07-23T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:09:41.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Editorial MusingsAs I sit in my warm office, watching the rain pelt down outside (in July, readers), I think back to December, and my first days as a writer on Play.d magazine.At the time, Play.d was little more than a small magazine run by a couple of guys who had a passion. It was gorgeous, but read like your mother-in-law.Skip forward eight months, and what we have is a veritable contender. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/3524505731613784957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=3524505731613784957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/3524505731613784957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/3524505731613784957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/editorial-musings-as-i-sit-in-my-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-5fRRq9F7ag/RqUJ0y4nZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QKRqrB0zocQ/s72-c/fcvr6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-8284537730905123253</id><published>2007-07-22T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:54:09.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ian</title><summary type='text'>Strange Idols - FeltFelt were an eighties indie band who very few people I know have actually heard of. Usually I'd be quite happy with that, being cooler than them and all that bollocks, but in this case it makes me rather sad, because Felt deserve better. Conceived by singer/songwriter Lawrence (second name unused), as the self-proclaimed 'perfect package for an angst-riden generation' they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/8284537730905123253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=8284537730905123253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8284537730905123253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/8284537730905123253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-ian_22.html' title='Not Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6962131517784546826</id><published>2007-07-18T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:10:05.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>We'll miss you...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6962131517784546826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6962131517784546826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6962131517784546826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6962131517784546826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_18.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6575446180607824929</id><published>2007-07-18T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T06:56:41.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ian</title><summary type='text'> Not Ian Gets A HaircutYes, it's that time of the year again, when I trudge off to my local barbers to have my once-beautiful hair mangled whilst I sit there in those uncomfortable chairs, in stony silence, flicking through a two-year old copy of Top Gear magazine. Waiting, just waiting my day away. We're living in the worst time in history for being a young male, going down the barbers. The rise</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6575446180607824929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6575446180607824929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6575446180607824929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6575446180607824929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-ian_18.html' title='Not Ian'/><author><name>Not Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12783019282553859161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-4725059194082623220</id><published>2007-07-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:22:22.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>Microsoft bukkakeMicrosoft E3 Conference2007-07-106.49: I sit here, on a tiny balcony overlooking the water, waiting with baited breath for Microsoft’s 2007 E3 conference. For once, I really couldn't give a shit. There really is nothing they could announce that will excite me. Honestly, what are they going to come out with? Halo 3? Fuck that! So at the moment, I'm sitting, Spaghetti Carbonara </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4725059194082623220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=4725059194082623220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4725059194082623220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4725059194082623220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_193.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-5558173961300518724</id><published>2007-07-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:01:28.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dean</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the jungle, bitchWhat bothers me most, is that real people are playing Pokemon. Yeah, I'll let the kids have their fun collecting and battling furry little creatures, but seriously, how the fuck are men in their 30's actually getting any satisfaction out of this game?I'll admit to having played the original back in 2000 on the GBA. I think I had Pokemon Blue, and I have some fairly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/5558173961300518724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=5558173961300518724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5558173961300518724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/5558173961300518724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_5687.html' title='dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-6441006238536045258</id><published>2007-07-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:23:10.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzo</title><summary type='text'>LeprosyAsked what his take on the reaction to Microsoft’s E3 shizzle was, Peter Moore replied that he thought the reaction was that “there weren't a lot of announcements per se”. He then sought to excuse Microsoft’s decision to feature only games coming out this year.The defensive tone of his response is a symptom- of the festering pustules that affect the tied-in games consumer- the consumer who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/6441006238536045258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=6441006238536045258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6441006238536045258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/6441006238536045258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/gonzo.html' title='Gonzo'/><author><name>Gonzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00620940901292060139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-1564127512709006865</id><published>2007-07-17T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:51:47.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>Rocky rocks!It's a rainy, Saturday afternoon in Vancouver, and I've just been shopping (if we can call it that). I've come back with four DVDs, one being the latest Rocky flick.We've just got to about half way through, and we're watching the 'training montage'.Its fantastic, and it hasn't changed in thirty years. Same music, same locations, same cuts, same actors, same "look at me i'm running" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/1564127512709006865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=1564127512709006865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1564127512709006865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/1564127512709006865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_17.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>The Player</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-423346247978216497</id><published>2007-07-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:43:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>The kids love to hate meSo I've been getting some lovely feedback on the various forums with regards to my comments on Podcast #17. I don’t believe that I said anything particularly revolutionary; however, it seems to have struck a chord with a certain type of forumite. Perhaps my over exuberance has rubbed people the wrong way, but my point still stands. XBOX Live, for the most part, has left me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/423346247978216497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=423346247978216497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/423346247978216497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/423346247978216497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/dean_9064.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-4605815687661762615</id><published>2007-07-16T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:40:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>Baseball I've never understood Baseball. I get the general premise: You pitch a ball to the hitter, and he tries to hit it. He then makes his way, in a circular fashion, from home base to first, second, third, and eventually home again.So its basically rounders, for big boys.While im just ignorant enough to say it's shit when compared to Cricket as a spectator sport, im North American enough to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/4605815687661762615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=4605815687661762615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4605815687661762615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/4605815687661762615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/baseball-ive-never-understood-baseball.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Dean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16162706746562542658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6JDYwru2HEw/RnSHs0RFlyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PHBYB0hJ1xk/s72-c/936393_20070102_screen002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4749206709669739624.post-861872506759194710</id><published>2007-07-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:44:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff</title><summary type='text'>WelcomeThis is the The Player magazine's very own blog. Part of the blogosphere, a fitting choice of word give that everyone on the internet is fat. Except us...and you. You're just big-boned.But wait, confusion. We are you. You are The Player. Come back here to see what you really think, then, you might be surprised.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/feeds/861872506759194710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4749206709669739624&amp;postID=861872506759194710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/861872506759194710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4749206709669739624/posts/default/861872506759194710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theplayermagazine.blogspot.com/2007/07/mike.html' title='Staff'/><author><name>The Player</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
