Always the weird one, always the odd one out. The freak, the joker, the fool. Going to school were the happy days, where even my teachers picked on me, discriminated against me.
Well discriminate would probably be a harsh word, I brought it on myself, but back then mental illness or behaviour such as mine wasn’t considered a cry for help, it was considered evil and punishable by making me worse.
I remember once, I was probably 6 or 7, and it was Christmas time soon. The teacher had this small tree, I think her name was, well it began with H....
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So who would understand this?
Very fucking few. Team 17, the small studio outfit that came from small roots and grew in to something bigger, and yet retaining their identity and values as a games development company that truly understood gameplay.
I was never a big fan of Worms, to be honest. I know everyone was well into it, and for most it was their very first taste of the name Team 17, brought to them courtesy of the bile that is Ocean. See, for non-games, those that didn’t load up the games with cracktros containing stunning chip music, coupled with some...
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I was probably about 7 years old. I don’t remember why I wanted to play guitar. Actually I tell a lie, I remember why. I wanted to play heavy metal, I wanted to practice so that I could one day be in Megadeth.
During these years, I listened to a wide range of music, from metal to dance, to trance to silly music. It was during these years I was listening to a wide palette of sounds.
The school wanted to have a musical production. It would be for Xmas, instead of having a typical play. It was an interesting idea, but...
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