I bet you were reading this and thinking to yourself, "I wonder who I know that would like to work in the games industry with some fairly veteran talent, but doesn't want to be forced into doing some run-of-the-mill AAA project that is rehashing a tired old property, or has a numeral exceeding 3 in the title". Thanks for that. Go ahead and check our job postings and pass on the link to your friends that totally kick ass. We like people that totally kick ass, chock full of Chucknorium.
By the way, it's a little known fact that Mr. Norris used to make games back before he kicked ass for a living, so it's a natural regression. Those of you who don't remember, all of Chuck's games were impossible to play for mere mortals, let alone beat. But Chuck Norris just squinted at the screen and the AI were afraid to shoot.
Thanks,
Jason "Please don't roundhouse kick me into yesterday" Hughes



ing the front door and making a mad dash to the car is pretty routine in Texas: in summer, it's to avoid the blazing sun and heat, in winter it'll be the rain (or lately, snow?). As I pushed open the door, there was unexpected and substantial resistance... aha! A cardboard box with my name on it. Jenny and I played 20 questions for a moment guessing who had ordered what, why it would come right now, and so on. Clueless, I slit the tape holding the mysterious box from my prying eyes. Moments later, Ooos and Aaahs as I pulled out my complimentary copy of