RIP Ralph Baer
I really, really hate writing obits. I really do. But I take it as a personal honor to be able to say good things about the men and women I respect, whether in this industry or just in my life, and Ralph Baer is the reason all of this exists in the first...
You're a rough and tumble ant looking for the fight of its life. You get out on the battlefield with your trusty shotgun. Just as you suspected, you find other grizzled ants out there as well, hungry for action. Baby, you got a stew going! A rocket explodes on the ground behind you as you lunge into the air, leaving nothing but a smoldering crater where once stood one of your adversaries, who has been sent to the great ant hill in the sky. You dash forward and find yourself face-to-face with a fireant wielding a flamethrower. You try to pull the trigger, but much to your dismay, you find that your arms and head are detached from your torso, your body parts launching in all directions. Tough luck!