Utz!

Samurai are funny guys. You think they are going to be serious sorts, all curt words and swift gestures, then you go drinking with a few of them, realise they can be pretty laid back, then you face a crowd of about 200 of them roaring and cheering and nope, right back to being terrifying again.

Legend of the Five rings is a card game with over 10 years of history behind it, and the in-game factions have fans that are loyal to the point of fanaticism, proving that not every word that is over-used has to lose it's meaning.

Last year the European Championships were held in Dublin's RDS, where over 250 of these loud and loyal players spent 4 days settling scores and battling for the top spots in Europe. The organisers needed a staff shirt that would stand out, make them easy to recognise at a glance, and convey the correct sense of 'bad-ass-ness'.

The image that adorned their hard-working backs is one of the Ivory Champion, the title up for grabs during the competition. Note the temples, tusks, and nods to the sub-continent.

They were happy with the results, and they made their pleasure known. My ears are still ringing.

Old Skool Revisited

I've had a couple of questions about the possibilities of some T-shirts, both here and elsewhere (Hello Fraping Crew!), based on the Old Skool stuff I posted a couple of days ago. I'm looking into what I can and can't get away with in terms of other peoples IP, but in the mean-time, check out a souped-up revision of the core concept.

Would you stick that to your chest?

Git 'R Done

Motivation is for people who are going somewhere.

I'm staying right here.

Old Skool (Gamer)

Do you know what I love more than retro video games? Nothing, that's what. None More Love.

They are what set the men of today apart from the boys. Not walking to school uphill both ways. Not having to eat dirt at Christmas time. Not even growing up with only two channels on the telly.

No, it's those blocky, beeping bruisers of the 8-bit days that draw the generational line in the sand. On one side, the men and women who laid down their 10p pieces and declared that they would reach the next level or die trying. On the other, the mewling brats who's only burned-in muscle memory is reaching for the reload key. Back in my day, 'saving' was something you did to planets, princesses, and pocket money, not your own spotty arse.

That's right. I've earned the right to start sentences with "Back in my day...". I am Old Skool.

Android & iPhone wallpapers in the Download section.

Neo-Nerd Hipster Douchbag for Profit

1) Saw this: www.indiegogo.com/zerocharismamovie

2) Made this

3) ????

4) Profit!