Worms

In My Humble Opinion
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There was a thread in Cafe Society about the computerized crack that is The Sims. Fortunately, I have never played that game, as it would almost certainly infect me the way Rollercoaster Tycoon did (and, when i have time, still does).

I have, however, found a far more insidious form of computerized crank–Worms.

I have Worms: Armageddon at home, where my Bad Muthaz (June Cleaver, Carol Brady, Donna Reed, Hubbard, Jones, Abigail, Your Mom, etc.) are up to Hero in the Deathmatches. (To get to Hero, I had to win one with four of my worms against eight level 5 worms and two level 1s. Not easy.)

At school we have Worms World Party (which appears to me to be the same damn game) on the computers in the lounge, so every day becomes a four- or five-man Worms battle royal.

I say any game featuring exploding sheep and the elusive Concrete Donkey as weapons is a great game. Unfortunately, the games are short enough that you can convince yourself, “Yeah, I’ll just play a quick one…”, before you find yourself in the same spot three hours later.

Anyone else riding the white Worms horse?

Dr. J

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I rode that horse. I and my coworkers rode it at work, actually. And we were dedicated equestrians.

My ninja rope skills were legendary - I could cross a cavern map with the greatest of ease and drop a stick of dynamite with pinpoint accuracy.

My holy hand grenade would elicit the “uh-oh!” that we never want to hear our worms utter, then turn enemy worms into enemy grave markers.

In short, the South Park Cows were unstoppable. (Except for that Kenny worm. He kept dying.)