Winter-een-mas is here people!
That's right, you have just read a phrase that should mean absolutely nothing to you. But from now on, it shall! Winter-een-mas is a holiday dedicated to the games that we play, and to you, the gamers. Games can be just as interesting as anything else, in fact, they can often be more so, letting you do things that would never be possible in the real world. So if we can celebrate a fat fictional man jumping down chimneys, we can sure celebrate video gaming!
Better yet, unlike other holidays, this doesn't come and go in a single day. It instead lasts the entire last week of January, so from today (the 25th) until the 31st. This way, the holiday can be used to get in as much gaming as you possibly can, and to deprive you of sleep for as long as possible.
If you want more information on Winter-een-mas, you can check it out here.
The Fallout Studios staff shall be running various competitions throughout the week, which will be posted soon in our Gaming forums. These competitions will be open to all sorts of games, from large commercial titles, to far smallers indie games, so there will be plenty of competitions, prizes, and games to go around. There will also be threads for you to post images of you ingame with other Fallout Studios members, and there will likely be a competition be based on how awesome these images are. If during the week you can think of anything more that we could do, feel free to suggest here, and we will try and get it implemented as soon as possible. Wishing everyone a very happy Winter-een-mas,
AJ, on behalf of the Fallout Studios staff.
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Winter-een-mas 2010
Started By Libains, Jan 25 2010 19:53
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Light up life.
Posted 25 January 2010 - 19:53
For there can be no death without life.
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YOUR WORLDS WILL BECOME OUR LABORATORIES
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Posted 25 January 2010 - 19:58
Sounds awesome, will this be on all platforms? IE: consoles 
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Light up life.
Posted 25 January 2010 - 20:02
I don't think we have many plans for consoles at the moment, however, should you be able to come up with something, post it here and you may well have your wish granted by the Winter-een-mas spirit 
For there can be no death without life.
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Humble darkspawn
Posted 26 January 2010 - 13:17
Nice, looking forward to all activities. Great to see you guys joining the fray on this!
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Posted 29 January 2010 - 13:32
Twas the night before Winer-een-mas, in one darkened arcade,
From the back came the glow, of a game being played;
The power-ups were mighty, the top score was near,
The gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was here.
As gamers ‘round the world waited with anticipation,
Huddle in groups by their favourite game station;
The lone arcade gamer, with eyes lit up bright,
Beat the hugh score, at the stroke of midnight.
Then from the other machines, there arose such a noise,
The gamer startled and spun, clutching his coins;
As the dark arcade lit up, the gamer swallowed his fear
And watched as the spirits of Winter-een-mas began to appear.
Surround by light, they hovered in mi-air,
Such breathtaking beauty, he could not help but stare;
He knew them of course, all gamers did
And one by one, recognition set in.
The spirit of action and adventure, the platformer great
A hero by name, and an alpha by fate;
With a whip or a gun, or whatever may be,
Nothing stands in his way, with a princess in need.
Along side him he saw, a rather peculiar lad
Quiet by nature, with a desire to frag;
First person shooters are his field, his sole expertise
And no one is better, at bringing noobs to their knees.
And he couldn’t mistake, with his many bruises and scrapes
The one who beats his opponents into interesting shapes;
It’s the spirit of fighting games, and that the reason he drools,
Too many blows to the head, and kicks to the jewels.
Be it a surprise zergling rush, or skilled micro-management,
Through the fog of war, he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires had risen and fallen, under his sole command,
There was just no disguising the real-time strategy fan.
There was the spirit of the racing genre, looking ready to start,
With his goggles and racing gloves, and speed in his heart;
In a plane, or a boat, or just a fast automobile,
He’s always at home when behind some sort of wheel
And as everyone does, when the vixen of roleplay he saw,
The arcade gamer had to kneel down, to pick up his jaw’
With her mana and hit points, and ten-sided die,
Many fall under her RPG spell, and never know why.
And last but not least, the patron on sports games
Ailed by an old football injury, or that’s what he claims’
Yard by yard and inning by inning, year after year,
They say he loves winning… almost as much as beer.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their labours
Moving quickly and quietly, without waking the neighbours;
The spread Winter-een-mas joy, and when they were done,
These spirits flew off, for seven days of fun.
They took to the sky, with a whole world to travel,
And gaming spirit to celebrate, the reach the last level;
But as they departed, the lone gamer heard them exclaim…
“A happy winter-een-mass to all, and to all a good game!”
Tim Buckley c. 2004
From the back came the glow, of a game being played;
The power-ups were mighty, the top score was near,
The gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was here.
As gamers ‘round the world waited with anticipation,
Huddle in groups by their favourite game station;
The lone arcade gamer, with eyes lit up bright,
Beat the hugh score, at the stroke of midnight.
Then from the other machines, there arose such a noise,
The gamer startled and spun, clutching his coins;
As the dark arcade lit up, the gamer swallowed his fear
And watched as the spirits of Winter-een-mas began to appear.
Surround by light, they hovered in mi-air,
Such breathtaking beauty, he could not help but stare;
He knew them of course, all gamers did
And one by one, recognition set in.
The spirit of action and adventure, the platformer great
A hero by name, and an alpha by fate;
With a whip or a gun, or whatever may be,
Nothing stands in his way, with a princess in need.
Along side him he saw, a rather peculiar lad
Quiet by nature, with a desire to frag;
First person shooters are his field, his sole expertise
And no one is better, at bringing noobs to their knees.
And he couldn’t mistake, with his many bruises and scrapes
The one who beats his opponents into interesting shapes;
It’s the spirit of fighting games, and that the reason he drools,
Too many blows to the head, and kicks to the jewels.
Be it a surprise zergling rush, or skilled micro-management,
Through the fog of war, he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires had risen and fallen, under his sole command,
There was just no disguising the real-time strategy fan.
There was the spirit of the racing genre, looking ready to start,
With his goggles and racing gloves, and speed in his heart;
In a plane, or a boat, or just a fast automobile,
He’s always at home when behind some sort of wheel
And as everyone does, when the vixen of roleplay he saw,
The arcade gamer had to kneel down, to pick up his jaw’
With her mana and hit points, and ten-sided die,
Many fall under her RPG spell, and never know why.
And last but not least, the patron on sports games
Ailed by an old football injury, or that’s what he claims’
Yard by yard and inning by inning, year after year,
They say he loves winning… almost as much as beer.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their labours
Moving quickly and quietly, without waking the neighbours;
The spread Winter-een-mas joy, and when they were done,
These spirits flew off, for seven days of fun.
They took to the sky, with a whole world to travel,
And gaming spirit to celebrate, the reach the last level;
But as they departed, the lone gamer heard them exclaim…
“A happy winter-een-mass to all, and to all a good game!”
Tim Buckley c. 2004
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