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Dead Space 3 Pre-Order Goodies Announced

Nadia Wells — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 23:18:00 +0000

A few weeks back, Visceral informed gamers who had Dead Space 3 on pre-order would automatically be upgraded to the Limited Edition version of the game. Included within the Limited Edition set are a couple of items that will make your efforts towards survival just a little more possible.
An Evangelizer Weapon and a Witness Suit, as well as a Negotiator Weapon and a First Contact Suit have been announced as further add ons to the limited edition version.

The developer announced that there will be even more goodies available but these goodies depend on where you pre-order your copy of Dead Space 3.

First, from GameStop, we have the EG-900 SMG.

This EarthGov-issued sub machinegun is built for urban warfare. It’s compact but deadly, sporting an internal hyper-accelerator maximum damage.

On the flipside, Amazon are offering their shoppers the Tesla Enervator

Sovereign Colonies scientists developed the “Enervator” from an overdriven focus coil to “humanely” eliminate dangerous specimens. The Enervator delivers a precision blast causing instantaneous electrocution and molecular destabilization in the target. In test subjects, death was instantaneous.

Dead Space 3 will once again take us to the bone crunching deep reaches of space, this time featuring the Planet Tau Volantis, on February 5th in North America and February 8th in Europe.

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance Footage and Screens

Ricardo Smith — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 19:18:27 +0000

Today Konami released two new videos and a chunk of screenshots, building up the anticipation for Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance.

The first video sees Raiden going against a foe he seems to be quite familiar with, while the second piece of footage demonstrates Raiden travelling through a sewer and fending off foes along the way.

Here are the set of screenshots, giving us a chance to take a sneak peak at Raiden’s enemies:

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance is due for release in North America on February 19th, 2013 and across Europe on February 21st.

The Karma

Ricardo Smith — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 20:02:32 +0000

You’re an enemy, a fool, a victim of your own disaster
Acting upon people that tell you that “Life is free”
Free from what?
Free from happiness? Free from laughter?
Free from the positive things that keep the world spinning?
Your eyes pummel those that need saving
The ones holding out their hands in a soft plea for restoration
These eyes glare into the eyes of others, so aggressively, like a shoe stomping a rose field
Or like acid, burning and shedding through an already aching body
With screams louder than party music and smiles
Leaving a red ink foundation smothered across the flesh that covers the bones of your hands
I place the hate and rage inside my eyes to my dear friend, karma
Because my soul is calm
And I don’t want to be left with the burden…
Of carrying the blood, sweat and tears you stole from others

The Great Apparition

Ricardo Smith — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 14:40:09 +0000

I hear you speaking of ambition
But I see nothing but DEAD
DEAD carcuss…
DEAD eyes…
DEAD motivations
Your fingers snap
And you rejoice…
A tank of anger…
Exploding at the pulse of your so-called lack of opportunities
Lack of given direction
Lack of attention
But did your heart melt at others?
Did you help them?
Nurture them?
Support their fixated passions?
You failed to touch, to feel and to connect with those that needed you
Why should we help you? Be there for you?
Why should we shed tears that carry your own dreams and ambitions?
We won’t, we don’t want to…
We want to burn down your house …
Where memories are kept …
…And memories are destroyed

The Hawk

Ricardo Smith — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 14:18:39 +0000

You tell tales
Like a wrinkled frail old man
But one who turned his back on history
Muttering, squeezing words into ears
Like a vicious viper, injecting venom into one
Slithering away…after the deed is done
Your tales are like a ritual, you chant out unsound words
Hoping to give yourself some graces
But your desires aren’t aligned with a balance of fortunes…between you and others
But only the good of you.
It’s just that it’s different…
You’re the Snake…I’m the Hawk
I elevate, I show myself and my eyes have the perfect perspective…of finding truth

Hell In Havana

Lauren Cowell — Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:01:23 +0000

Havana, Havana, oh hellish Havana.
Stale air, dingy lighting.
Darkness constricting. Abusive setting.
Violent
undertones.
Blood red – crimson.
Calavera scars etch a claret smile.
Darkness. Grime. Grit. Crime.
Poison flashing glasses smashing.
Reggaeton beats, full of heat.
Grinding to the pulse of Latino.

The Fashion Of Insanity

Lauren Cowell — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 14:30:39 +0000

Birds nest for hair & manic smile.

Cascading thoughts Liquid feelings Melted promises and falling ceilings.

Sociopath is so in right now, darling.

A Room With A View

Lauren Cowell — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 14:11:57 +0000

Furthermore you will find me, peering through the port hole.

The window is no longer a mere window but, a gate way to my hearts desire, an opening into a virtual paradise.

The object of my affection slips out of her uniform, she slaves her day away at a fast food restaurant. Her allure wasted, hidden behind a thick layer of a prejudice and a request for an extra portion of chips.

The huge distance between our lives, mocked by the minute one-way street between our homes.

I see her glances in her mirror, I see the look of dejection when her phone rings and the caller is not me.

Yet, she does not know my face, my life, my soul. She knows nothing, nothing of all the things I wish to share with her.

I long to taste her exuberence, to smell her happiness, to glimpse her soul.

She is aware I’m watching her, she knows she is mine.

She’s my captivation. The first place prize in the race of life.

Haiku

Lauren Cowell — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 13:55:20 +0000

The lick of the lock

Curves of the arch and streaming delights

Emptiness floods the simple mind

Bird Of Metal

Lauren Cowell — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 13:43:43 +0000

Magic carpet sculpted by metallic forces.
Flowing, floating, drifting,
Surfing the waspy winds
A Caress on tough armoured shelling.

Existing within a mirage of impossibility.
Embellished by his trickery of gravity.
Newton’s theory mocked by soaring heights and chemical trails.

Riding on a gust of wind, fighting the breaths of unrelenting pressure.

Freedom of flight in a cloudy crevice.