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In what must be the greatest escalation of a silly message board meme in the history of the Internet, Grimoire Assembly Forge today officially announced they're developing Dudebro: My S*** is F***ed Up so I Got to Shoot/Slice You II: It's Straight-Up Dawg Time for the PC.
Just what the hell is Dudebro: My S*** is F***ed Up so I Got to Shoot/Slice You II: It's Straight-Up Dawg Time, besides a title as awesome as it is long? Stay with us: It started as a joke on NeoGAF, where a member defended his enjoyment of Imagine: Babyz Fashion by saying there was nothing wrong with him just because "I don't want to play Dudebro, My S*** is F***ed Up So I Got to Shoot/Slice You II: It's Straight-Up Dawg Time."
It was a jokey title made up on the spot, but then the fake title got its own thread, its own submissions for hypothetical gameplay features, its own mock logo, and now it has ballooned into a full-blown game being developed be aforementioned Grimoire Assembly Forge -- a group comprised of over 100 unpaid volunteers dispersed throughout the world.
"DudebroTM II follows the exploits of elite soldiers John DudebroTM and his sidekick Habemus Chicken as they chase anyone who threatens the world's brodiocity -- an arms dealer, a voodoo priest, an evil glee club and more," the official announcement reads (via Shacknews). "Along the way, they'll have to fight through swathes of expendable enemies, including aliens, zombies and even yetis."
Believe it or not, they've even recruited Jon St. John, the man who voiced Duke Nukem, to provide his vocal talents for Dudebro: My S*** is, Etc. "DudebroTM II both parodies and pays homage to some of mainstream video gaming's most prevalent tropes: super-macho protagonists, excessive violence and profanity, chauvinistic overtones and rampant immaturity. But it also pays respect to old-school gaming, with power-ups, pixel art story sequences and ridiculous boss fights."
There's no launch date set yet, but you can keep tabs on the project at www.dudebro2.com, where Dudebro: My, Etc. will be available for free when released.
Just what the hell is Dudebro: My S*** is F***ed Up so I Got to Shoot/Slice You II: It's Straight-Up Dawg Time, besides a title as awesome as it is long? Stay with us: It started as a joke on NeoGAF, where a member defended his enjoyment of Imagine: Babyz Fashion by saying there was nothing wrong with him just because "I don't want to play Dudebro, My S*** is F***ed Up So I Got to Shoot/Slice You II: It's Straight-Up Dawg Time."
It was a jokey title made up on the spot, but then the fake title got its own thread, its own submissions for hypothetical gameplay features, its own mock logo, and now it has ballooned into a full-blown game being developed be aforementioned Grimoire Assembly Forge -- a group comprised of over 100 unpaid volunteers dispersed throughout the world.
"DudebroTM II follows the exploits of elite soldiers John DudebroTM and his sidekick Habemus Chicken as they chase anyone who threatens the world's brodiocity -- an arms dealer, a voodoo priest, an evil glee club and more," the official announcement reads (via Shacknews). "Along the way, they'll have to fight through swathes of expendable enemies, including aliens, zombies and even yetis."
Believe it or not, they've even recruited Jon St. John, the man who voiced Duke Nukem, to provide his vocal talents for Dudebro: My S*** is, Etc. "DudebroTM II both parodies and pays homage to some of mainstream video gaming's most prevalent tropes: super-macho protagonists, excessive violence and profanity, chauvinistic overtones and rampant immaturity. But it also pays respect to old-school gaming, with power-ups, pixel art story sequences and ridiculous boss fights."
There's no launch date set yet, but you can keep tabs on the project at www.dudebro2.com, where Dudebro: My, Etc. will be available for free when released.
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It is the year 21XX. B.R.O Alliance Forces roll across the Middle East. Shit has gotten real. Like totally less ethereal.
The hot vaguely Middle Eastern sun beats down onto the sand as explosions deafen the years and dust obscures visions. A tent sits just meters behind the frontline, its loose fabric flapping in the wind like a ladys CENSORED after our hero is done with her.
Inside, a scar-faced general stands in front of a tactical map. Several soldiers sit before him, but only one there matters. His mane is glorious, and his stare an icy, deadly one.
“Dude,” the general growls, “we’ve called you in from the frontlines for a very important mission.”
“How much more fucked sideways can it get?” Dudebro growls, stroking his beard and beating women off with a stick.
“We have reason to believe that Pesquali, one of the most dangerous terrorists to ever live is alive, and he’s selling weapons to the Middle East.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
"That's my favourite part. You want me to fuck the whole area in the general area if you get what I mean?
"No." The general sticks a Polaroid picture of the eye-scarred and mustachioed Pesquali on the map.
“Pesquali is mine,” Dudebro roars. “He fucked my shit up, so I’m going to have to shoot him right in the man berries. The sugalumps if you like that indie shit.”
“Or slice him,” Dudebro’s sidekick Chicken interjects.
“Yes, or Kimbo Slice him,” Dudebro responds as he chews menacingly on his own tongue. “With a shank, or a gold dipped used lady torpedo. I haven’t decided which yet.”
“You’re going to have a lot of time to make your choice, Dudebro,” the general says. “Pesquali was just spotted in Mexico City. Follow the guns, find our man.”
As Chicken and Dudebro step out of the tent, the wind begins the pick up, and sand begins to black out the sky.
“Are we leaving immediately, Dude?” Chicken asks.
“Eff yeah, Chicken,” Dudebro answers. “It’s Straight-up Dawg Time, and I'm the straightest dawg around. Every female name you can imagine, I've done a bitch called that. Just sayin.”
The hot vaguely Middle Eastern sun beats down onto the sand as explosions deafen the years and dust obscures visions. A tent sits just meters behind the frontline, its loose fabric flapping in the wind like a ladys CENSORED after our hero is done with her.
Inside, a scar-faced general stands in front of a tactical map. Several soldiers sit before him, but only one there matters. His mane is glorious, and his stare an icy, deadly one.
“Dude,” the general growls, “we’ve called you in from the frontlines for a very important mission.”
“How much more fucked sideways can it get?” Dudebro growls, stroking his beard and beating women off with a stick.
“We have reason to believe that Pesquali, one of the most dangerous terrorists to ever live is alive, and he’s selling weapons to the Middle East.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
"That's my favourite part. You want me to fuck the whole area in the general area if you get what I mean?
"No." The general sticks a Polaroid picture of the eye-scarred and mustachioed Pesquali on the map.
“Pesquali is mine,” Dudebro roars. “He fucked my shit up, so I’m going to have to shoot him right in the man berries. The sugalumps if you like that indie shit.”
“Or slice him,” Dudebro’s sidekick Chicken interjects.
“Yes, or Kimbo Slice him,” Dudebro responds as he chews menacingly on his own tongue. “With a shank, or a gold dipped used lady torpedo. I haven’t decided which yet.”
“You’re going to have a lot of time to make your choice, Dudebro,” the general says. “Pesquali was just spotted in Mexico City. Follow the guns, find our man.”
As Chicken and Dudebro step out of the tent, the wind begins the pick up, and sand begins to black out the sky.
“Are we leaving immediately, Dude?” Chicken asks.
“Eff yeah, Chicken,” Dudebro answers. “It’s Straight-up Dawg Time, and I'm the straightest dawg around. Every female name you can imagine, I've done a bitch called that. Just sayin.”
Dude twitter: http://twitter.com/TheRealDudebro
here are some sample voice clips!
http://www.mediafire.com/?mmthyj5oiug
http://www.mediafire.com/?jjgwycymyfk
http://www.mediafire.com/?qzw3l3qzyyg
http://www.mediafire.com/?jkqeygejkwx
Best idea for a game ever, bros!
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