Scorched Brothers 14
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I’ve just gotten off the phone to my brother. It being that particular day of the year where everyone insists on reminding you that you are yet another year older, he felt it necessary to add to the reminders.
The big Poo-Poo head.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my brother! The above is a term of endearment that was born from one of those special brotherly bonding moments; the Scorched Tanks fight to the death! With the Amiga fired up we would hurl death at each other, as well as insults, from the comfort of the lounge room floor. With a huge arsenal at our disposal a careful choice of weapon, a good aim, and a lick of chance allowed you to rain terror upon your enemy. Brother. Same difference. The more devastating the attack, the more insulting the verbal rebuttal.
Fiery Death and Insults are Hurled!
I loved that game.
So did my brother, who was better at it than I was.
Grand High Supremo Poo-Poo head.
Later Days.
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When he's not bouncing with a bit of bipolar-ism, or arking up over his Aspie-ness, SG-3 tries to wrangle his six kids under the age of 12 (including triplets, one of which has a "delightful combination" of heart defects) - but is not very good at it. A lover the great Tasmanian outdoors, but disliker of camping (especially sleeping bags!), he enjoys the odd bit of geocaching. In fact the odder the better!
Happy birthday! (although I’m not sure if you wrote this well in advance, but still – Happy Birthday!
I (surprisingly) was never good at those sorts of missile games
Ah! Cool… I never saw a game like that one until a few years ago. My nephew showed it to me on a website somewhere and we ended up in a tournament with my two brothers-in-law. Very cool game.
Happy birthday!
So THAT’s where Poo-poo head comes from. But what I REALLY want to know is, where was _I_ when all this was happening? I don’t know Scorched Tanks at all. Now “Elite”, on the other hand ………
This was “secret brother’s business”! Elite was on the Amstrad. This was on the Amiga, after Wendy and I got married (blush)!
I knew they were different platforms. I was just trying to get the timing right in my head. I didn’t use the Amiga much at all. No, probably my brothers commandeered it. (Actually I was possibly somewhere else. Actually, maybe the Amiga was somewhere else. Which Amiga are we talking about anyway? Was there more than one? I hate these memory partitioning errors!)
This was MY (grudgingly admits “bought at liquidation-of-defunct-Commodore-stock” A600) Amiga!
OK, so the first computer I ever owned, as in “bought with my own money”, was an Amiga 600!
*sigh*
Although… I think there is a story there…
Playing games with siblings… good times, good times.
I am remembering my days playing Mario Kart against my sister and the ways she used to cheat.
Tracey and I do not as a rule play Mario Kart together… well we do but we shouldn’t as she also cheats, I don’t know how but she does!!!
Honestly.
I think I had a version of this on one of my early PCs possibly even my Tandy 1000. I never really got to play it with anyone else though – just against the computer and it was pretty rough.
never knew this game existed…
me and my brother used to play a tank vs tank game via network cable. Very basic graphics, but fun nonetheless!
I think I played that as well.
Best tank on tank game ever? Atari’s Combat. Just sayin’.
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As the one and only Grand High Supremo Poo-Poo Head, I wasn’t just better than him . . . I smashed him!