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chirravutever:

#GAME4HAM

Ahh, here is a project that snowballed out of control. I only wanted to draw Hamilton on the mario super star (he’s non-stop, geddit? geddit?), but then decided to turn the whole show into a SNES video game cause I’m crazy like that. There’s four parts to this and I’ll post one a day (I’m still tweaking the ends). 


Part 1 of 4: Please click on the pics for descriptions/mission for each game.

edit: if the captions are not working (thanks tumblr), here they are:

  • Start Page
  • Eye of the Hurricane: Help Hamilton escape the hurricane but make sure he collects his books along the way!
  • Cut Scene: New York bound
  • BATTLE! Farmer Refuted: Oh my god, tear that dude apart. Help Hamilton call for a revolution in this screaming match against Samuel Seabury!
  • Cut Scene: Rise up!
  • Here Comes the General: Thirty-two thousand troops are in New York harbour! Fight your way across as George Washington. Watch out for the incoming BOOM!!!
  • Yo Let’s Steal their Cannons: Race against time with Hamilton and Hercules Mulligan (interchangeable leads) and steal all the British cannons before dawn!
  • Winter Ball of 1780, Level 1: Grind to the rhythm as Eliza Schuyler. Follow the steps correctly to help her dance her way across the hall to meet the handsome Mr. Hamilton!
  • Rewind!!! Winter Ball of 1780, Level 2: Uh-oh! Do you remember that night? Retrace all your steps and dance again as Angelica Schuyler.
  • Save page

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || (links will be updated with each post)

@linmanuel #yayhamlet!

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boyexemplified:

boyexemplified:

the fallout universe but culturally locked in the 1990s instead of the 1950s

skateboarding, ska, Backstreet Boys

IIIiiit’S BEEN (Deathclaw bursts through a wall)

Vault 182

I’m always amused at how people’s memories of the ‘90s are really mainly just 1998 and 1999.

Because there’s the whole rest of the decade, and if Fallout were locked in the 1990s, there’s always the chance that you’ll get ganked by some bandit, and as life bleeds from your body, you hear their annoyingly nasal voice call out, “Did I do thaaaaaat?”

I want a Fallout game that looks like what early 90s YA television thought the apocalypse would look like. All surly teenagers with names like Glitch and Fractal and KC, decked out in tattered hip-hop finery and hanging around in derelict industrial parks. Everybody speaks an awkward blend of Canadian counterculture slang and made-up techno-jargon that makes it sound like they grew up reading too many William Gibson novels. Probably their leader is a “hacker”, because the show’s writers heard that Kids These Days think hacking is cool, but said writers are all over forty and have never used a computer in their lives, so in practice he just has vaguely defined space-wizard powers.

“Listen here Holmes. When you run with Daynger and The Syber Kids, you gotta be feathers in the wind. Hack, crack, snack, attack. No time to waste on the drizzle. You keep your scoops close to the chest and stymie ol Cap’n Crunch til Chromeworld comes knocking. So what’s it gonna be? Are you a bad enough dude to swoop the sandline, or are you a scaredy little Finster? If the glove fits, freestyle.”

I will not accept this as fact unless any new alerts on your Pip-Boy come with the AOL Instant Messenger *boop* sound, and your Mr. Handy robot actually spells his name xXx_~MrHaNdY~_xXx

AOL Instant Messenger?

Nah, man.

ICQ.

Raiders with bubble coats, and Union Jack dresses and for some reason there are gel pens everywhere. The radio stations play Aqua, Spice Girls, Bewitched and really bad 90s rap.

I would so much play this.

It would be really easy to make the premise be something like “The Y2K Bug was much worse than we thought”–yeah, I know, that’s the late 90s, but, living in 1999, you still had an awful lot of the previous 9 years floating around pop culture…

Please don’t forget how much fluoro everyone would be wearing.

Went to bed at 1. Attacked by bed bugs. Fought hard till 4, slaying thousands, but the number of the enemies increasing, resolved on a retreat. The sun had risen; began by taking the sheets, coverlid, and pillows out doors, beating and shaking them well; then stripped and changed my clothes, and laid me on the floor. Got a sound nap of five hours.

Private Journal of Aaron Burr. July 12th, 1809.

AKA Burr fights bedbugs, loses, and then proceeds to nap on the floor for 5 hours

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