We’re just 29 days from the most wonderful time of the year (Thursday, December 1st if you don’t feel like counting)!

What? No! Not Christmas. I’m talking about the 2016 Game Awards hosted by Geoff Keighly. Ever since ditching that awful Spike sponsorship back in 2013, The Game Awards only grows stronger every year. In fact, Last year was a treat since some of us here from Geekscape got to attend the show live. It really is a magical night.

So how can you watch it? Easy! Almost anywhere. That’s right, You can either purchase a ticket to the awards show right here or you can check out the list of websites and services below that will be hosting it when it goes live next month. Not only will you be able to enjoy the show from all the listed websites below, but for the very first time, the show will finally be airing in China and even in VR!! How awesome is that!
the-game-awards-2016Are you excited for The Game Awards? What kind of announcements are you hoping on seeing there? Tell us in the comments below, and make sure to stay locked to Geekscape.net on any updates.

Friday was quite an entertaining day for sonic fans.

Yesterday, Sonic and Dr. Eggman themselves took to Twitter to answer some eager fans questions. It was a very strange hour or 2, but here are some of the best recaps from the event.

Eggman’s favorite anime:

Sonic and Eggman’s advice on how to do better in your classes:

Why isn’t Eggman in Super Smash Bros.?:

Sonic and Eggman pitch a show to Hulu:

And last, but no least, Eggman kidnaps Ezio (yes, THAT Ezio.):

There were many more interactions such as a couple with Archie Comics and Deus Ex, but there are too many to link here. If you want to see more check out the official Sonic Twitter and have a good laugh or 2. The last thing the duo left us with was a small tease of what they’re planning at the 25th Anniversary SDCC party at The House of Blues on July 22. Are you excited to find out more about the new Sonic game soon? What are your hopes and expectations for the new game. Tell us in the comments below!

 

The Pokémon company has just released an app designed to add Pokémon-related retouches and filters on your selfies!  It can currently be downloaded on the iTunes Store, and will later be available on Android devices.  When you design your selfie, you’ll also be able to use a quick shortcut to share it to your social media channels such as Twitter and Facebook, with the tag #Pokemon20 automatically added.

I’ve already created my own selfie, although I’m hoping that with time, they’ll add more filters and options–the only two available adds an in-game themed caption, or adds a Pokeball filter to your photo (with or without a caption).

Don’t forget that a Pokémon themed Nintendo Direct is on Friday, as well as an early access Pokken Tournament competition and Pokémon Boutique this Saturday!  Pokémon month continues the hype train!

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Source: Pokemon.com

https://twitter.com/all_snake/status/638215295396655104

Oh Konami, what on earth happened to you? What used to be a once great and revolutionary company that helped change the face of gaming has now become an empty former shell of what it originally was.

Everything from them splitting ways with MGS creator Hideo Kojima, to announcing a full on aggressive assault to only make mobile and pachinko games, Konami seems to have all but abandon their fans and common sense.

To continue in the path of recent blunders, the company seems to have found a new hobby, hating fan art. Just recently, a fan going by the twitter name @all_snake decided to draw some fan art of the recently released game, even catching eye of Kojima himself. Obviously Konami wasn’t too happy with people enjoying their products and showing their love for it, because after a couple of days, the image was no more.

While I wish I could be surprised by this, it’s just sad to see a company near and dear to many fall from grace so hard. I guess it’s only a matter of time before Konami starts suing people for playing the game itself.

If you were away from social media last night, (and honesly, you’re probably better off for it,) then you likely missed it when Best Buy’s $200 gift card was mistakenly sold for $15. Whether or not the chain will actually honor these orders is yet to be seen, but the Internet’s reaction to the fiasco didn’t disappoint.

While some poked fun at the absurdity of the concept, others teased it as a way to sabotage Amazon’s upcoming Prime event. Others figured they would skip the online robbery and go straight for the real thing! Employees on the other hand, just said screw it and are planing on calling out tomorrow. View our gallery of the best we’ve found so far below and click on the images to join in on the fun!

Tell us which one is your favorite, and feel free to add your own!

 

If you aren’t following comics legend Jim Steranko on Twitter, you shouldn’t be using Twitter. If you’re not using Twitter, reading Jim Steranko’s tweets make it all worth it. In the last 2 days alone, he’s regaled us with stories of pimp slapping Batman creator Bob Kane at a San Diego Comic Con (a must read) and using an ice-pick to draw a full body portrait of a woman onto the hood of car! The man’s stories are as larger than life as he is!

This morning I found a Steranko story on Twitter that I had to share, both as a Steranko fan and a dog lover. I won’t spoil it for you here, but I was so moved by it that I had to piece it together as prose and post it for you all.

When I was in my early teens, I was in a neighborhood gang, generally a reasonable group of guys. And we often did good things for the neighborhood. But darkness falls regularly and it’s easy to become part of it. Old man Krott fell into that category. He was a blight on even my neighborhood. Burly, thick-lipped, with a European accent, he ruled his household like a tyrant. His wife (who was never heard to have said a word in public) trundled off to a factory before dawn every morning, always walking no matter what the weather to save busfare. Their only child was not allowed to play with the other kids. Krott had no job and stayed home listening to the radio during the day, except when taking walks to nose into other people’s business. He was shunned by neighbors fed up with his twichy, noxious rants. His face was a scowling mask and and he only seemed pleased when he was bullying someone—primarily his family. He was a coward in confrontations.

The Spartans initially ignored the hulk, but I had a growing concern I could not ignore, one that deepened my anger on a primal level. In Krott’ s cluttered backyard, he kept a dog on a four-foot chain, a dark Newfoundland-Mastiff mix, a beautiful animal whose entire world was an eight-foot semi-circle and whose meals consisted of whatever garbage Krott threw him. Dogs are born to chase, play, explore, catch. This one was never allowed to run, never taken for walks. Gaunt, ungroomed, never bathed, but still noble, the animal spent his entire life a prisoner of his sadistic master. Any approach from the back alley was greeted with a savage attack that not only tested the chain’s strength, but threatened to break the animal’s neck as well. Krott would burst from the back door, grab a shovel or rake, rush to the fence to intercept any intruder; if he saw no reason for the outburst, he’d crack the dog over the head or spine with the tool, yelling at him to shut up.

The dog was never taken inside, even in freezing rainstorms or blizzards that would blanket an open-front shed, his only retreat from weather and the brutal master who had obviously terrorized him from the time he was a pup. Krott was committing a crime against nature, the most reprehensible aspect of which was that he never gave it a second thought. He had turned a fine animal into a snarling beast. Although the dog had never heard a kind word or experienced a gentle touch in his life, a strange rapport began to develop between the animal and me. I walked the alley often and, when possible, would talk to the dog, whose attacks eventually subsided to a few warning barks. I helped my cause by saving half a hot dog or a few crusts from dinner and throwing them into his area.

As his aggression subsided, the dog seemed to look forward to my attention—not to mention the small snacks offered. He quieted down, and in doing so, gave me an opportunity to take a better look at him. Between fence railings, I watched the dog for a long time, staying very still and finally realizing that the animal, head as huge as a small bear’s, had the kindest eyes I had ever seen.

The visits continued unabated, with Krott often running into the backyard, shouting, “Get the hell out of here or I’ll break your neck, you little bastard!” Sometimes I’d would just continue walking: sometimes I could not overcome the urge to respond: “If I looked like you, I’d let you do it!” or a simple, elegant “Kiss my ass, gorilla-face!”

Predictably, Krott developed a run of bad luck. His old car, rarely used because gasoline cost money, frequently had its tires go flat and its door locks become impassible. In the summer, toothpicks were wedged into them and broken off. In the winter, water—which froze instantly—was somehow squirted into the keyholes. Limburger cheese would be tucked neatly into the engine block to be melted & smelled after any drive.Sugar & Draino were found in the gas tank. Roadkill would mysteriously appear wedged into the glove compartment, sometimes undiscovered for several very hot days. Poison ivy was mysteriously rubbed onto the backyard fenceposts where Krott often leaned. Small stones, apparently dropped by passersby a handful at a time, would transform his front yard into a rock quarry by the end of every week. At times, when he was watching a certain gang of kids create what might be called a diversion in the back alley, something nasty would occur in front of his house. A sizable pool of tar materialized on his front porch one night. His windows were painted black from the outside another time.  Once, when he could not open his front door, he discovered that it had been glued with resin epoxy to the door frame. Notes, with words cut from magazines, were slid under his front door, saying, “Move out or die, Nazi!”

Krott spent many sleepless nights behind his window shades hoping to intercept the phantom who was making his life as miserable as he was making those around him. He was cursed and everyone in the neighborhood sensed it. What no one knew was that someone was gradually able to enter the back yard without the dog barking, although he did not pet the animal, something he very badly wanted to do. They needed more time, so the dog could trust the stranger. Meanwhile, he could stand in the shadows without being seen from the house. Moving out of them would, of course, reveal his presence, but he always knew when it was safe or not because the dog, using a sense that cannot be explained, would always look at the back windows when Krott was hiding there. The dog became the stranger’s ally and his instincts never failed.

The following winter, after a brutal snowstorm, the dog was discovered one morning frozen to death, curled up in his shed. Part of me also died that night. That spring on one dark night, someone apparently removed all the nails holding Krott’s back-porch steps together and he broke his hip falling from them into a pile of rubble. Not long afterward, he vacated the house and the neighborhood forever.

Last week reports hit the internet that there would be an exchange between Fox and Marvel Studios to allow Fox time to get their planned Daredevil reboot into production. Then reports came in that Fox would rather lose the rights to the character than give up the characters that Marvel was asking for. Well, it’s not looking too good for the movie in general because in order to hold on to the rights they need to get it into production by October 10th. Earlier today director Joe Carnahan (The Grey) who was set to direct the upcoming reboot made some very discouraging tweets about the project.

Think my idea for a certain retro, red-suited, Serpico-styled superhero went up in smoke today kids.

We shall see. Time is NOT on anyone’s side.

This could either mean one of two things. Either Fox is giving up the rights on Daredevil and letting them revert back to Marvel or  they are going to go with another filmmaker who could get this movie going faster than Carnahan. Either way it doesn’t look good for the man without fear right now. We’ll be sure to keep you updated.

Source: IGN

The sci-fi genre (including science fiction, fantasy, and horror) has a long history of unofficial equal rights advocacy. As far back as the 18th and 19th century, sci-fi stories like Gulliver’s Travels and The Time Machine subtly touched on topics of racial intolerance and class disparity. The 1950s brought us The Twilight Zone, an anthology of morality plays, many of which dealt with racial injustice. In the 1960s, Star Trek repeatedly championed the civil rights movement, airing television’s first multiracial kiss and producing episodes like “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield”, a deft allegory of the consequences of racism. In the late 60s and 70s, George A. Romero put strong black characters in leading roles in his socially conscious zombie films.

A member of the noble race of aliens from "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield", seen here next to one of the dirty, inferior race.

So how is it that after two centuries of progressive, forward-thinking literature, racism has begun to pervade sci-fi? Since the turn of the millennium, there have been a few prominent examples of bald racism in the sci-fi world. These may be isolated incidents, but they do have one glaring common aspect: they were all defended by fans. Rather than a public consensus shaming the offenders into apology, which has become the protocol in these situations (see: Michael Richards), in each of these cases fans mounted a counter-argument denying any existence of racism. These have not been good arguments, but they have, like creation “science”, been enough to muddy the waters for those who don’t want to see the truth.

POD RACE WARS

In 1999, the lifetime of anticipation millions of Star Wars fans had built up waiting for Episode I finally ended. And it ended the way every lifetime does: with death. The pristene sense of wonder and joy that was born out of seeing Star Wars for the first time died that day. And out of its ashes grew a bitter cynicism from which society will not recover until the only ones left are the kids who saw the prequels first, carefree and ignorant without a frame of reference for what should have been.

I believe the children are our future. At least, I used to...

On a laundry list of complaints about The Phantom Menace, the use of racism as a storytelling device certainly takes priority. At least three different alien races in the film, in voice, dress, and manner, are indistinguishable from specific racial stereotypes. The Neimoidians, leaders of the Trade Federation, with their large-sleeved robes, bowing, and thick Asian “r” and “l” switching accents are clear corollaries for the Japanese. Watto, a hairy, big-nosed, money-obsessed junk dealer is an overt Semitic caricature. And then there’s Jar Jar Binks and the Gungans, with their definitive Porgy and Bess accents are obviously stand-ins for native Caribbeans. All of these characters are depictions of racial stereotypes, and all of them are bad. The Trade Federation are in league with the Sith, Watto is an unscrupulous slave owner, and Jar Jar is a rude, lazy fool.

"Meesa ashamed of reinforcing negative racial preconceptions."

Some fans refuse to believe these characters are the product of racism. These fans contend that the alien races are original compilations of traits, and racially sensitive people pick out specific traits they associate with races and extrapolate racism that isn’t there. But it isn’t just one trait; it’s the whole package. There’s a reason the Anti-Defamation League hasn’t ever voiced serious concerns about the anti-Semitic undertones of gold-hoarding dragons. Because that is extrapolating association from a single trait. That’s not what they do. No one came to Star Wars looking for racism. They saw it because it smacked them in the face.

There were several offensive characters in Phantom Menace, but this one wins by a nose.

Another common defense is simply to ask why Lucas would put in racist stereotypes. In other words, these fans are demanding the prosecution show motive. Well, the motive is simple and sad: lazy writing. A thoughtful, creative writer will spend time developing characters, but a lazy writer can import easily recognized stereotypes in place of unique characters. Essentially it’s like stealing a stock character from another work of fiction, only this time the fiction is the magical world that racists live in.

Compare the races of Episode I with those of the Lord of the Rings series. J.R.R. Tolkien practically invented what we think of as elves and dwarves not by recontextualizing pre-existing stereotypes but by creating a world and considering how that world’s history and landscape would affect how societies developed. Each race has a specific set of culturally inherent traits, but even if they share any history with or bear any resemblance to real peoples, they don’t stick out as identical with persistent stereotypes. And Tolkien was part of the tradition of promoting racial unity as Gimli the dwarf found friendship with elf Legolas. Of course their common ground was the hunting and killing of a third race, but hey, Orcs are jerks. Even Dr. King said we could judge people by the content of their character.

The ACLU isn't goin' anywhere near this one.

You don’t even have to leave the Star Wars universe to find an example of well-done race introduction. A New Hope‘s Mos Eisley Cantina is full of many different alien races, all distinct and imaginative variations on basic animal features. Their manner and clothing tell us immediately that these creatures are sentient despite reminding no one in any way of any human race or even the human race.

Scum? Sure. Villainy? You bet. Stereotypes? No.

The “shorthand” of racial stereotypes is unnecessary to convey an individual’s personality or even the cultural identity of a recently introduced alien race; good storytellers are able to give us this information through good writing. Lucas clearly used to be a good storyteller, but he got old, tired, and lazy.

REVENGE OF THE APPALLIN’

About a decade after Episode I, sci-fi race relations suffered a very similar setback with episode 2 of the Transformers franchise. We’ll just call Jazz’s breakdancing in the first Transformers a misguided homage. But he was replaced in the second film by the duo of Mudflap and Skids, robots that used rap slang and sounded “street”- one of them even had a gold tooth (I’m not sure which one- the movie Transformers all look alike to me). Once again, we’re talking about lazy writers using offensive stereotypes in place of original characters, but this goes even further. These obvious black analogues are rude, gross, craven, and even, despite presumably having advanced alien CPUs for brains, illiterate. And even this was not universally acknowledged as racism.

Robo-jangles of Cybertron

The defense here was similar to that of The Phantom Menace. Fans who jumped to the film’s defense said, “They’re not black men, they’re robots! They’re not even black robots! How can it be racist?” But racism is more than meets the eye. It doesn’t have to be a black man to be a depiction of a black man. Amos ‘N’ Andy were two white guys in minstrel makeup. The caricature already exists in our culture and can be depicted via cartoon bird, CG robot, cave etching- it’s still making fun of black people.

Note: THIS is blackface. That Billy Crystal Oscars thing was simply using makeup to enhance an unfunny, outdated impersonation. Completely different thing.

FAN BLACKLASH

So are fans racist? Well, yes and no. Obviously there’s nothing inherently racist in sci-fi to promote extra intolerance, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t some fans who bring their racism with them. You might think sci-fi’s myriad fables against discrimination would discourage ethnocentrists’ interest, but even in their religions people hear what they want to hear. Sci-fi’s biggest deterrent to racism is its innate intelligence; the often complex rules and sophisticated storylines of new universes tend to naturally repel those of lower intelligence, whom studies have shown are more likely to hold racist beliefs. So sci-fi fandom probably has a slightly lower proportion of racists than the rest of society, but they are there.

Unfortunately, in the Venn diagram of society, the circles of racial intolerance and genre enthusiasm do have some overlap. Two recent examples made me ashamed of my people. The first is the rejection of a black Spider-man. When Sony announced in 2010 that it would reboot the Spidey franchise with a new Peter Parker, a sharp-eyed fan suggested writer/actor Donald Glover for the role. Glover is a smart, funny young actor with a slim, muscular build; he would have been a strong choice for the iconic character. As an excited fan himself, Glover retweeted the idea, causing a flurry of Internet excitement. But not all of the buzz was positive. Hundreds of fans denounced the idea, saying they would never see a movie with a black Spider-man.

Fear of a Black Daily Planet. What? It's Bugle? Crap. That was such a good joke. OK, how about "Parker Brother"?

Some argue that this was not a racially motivated disgust. They argue that die hard fans’ ire is notoriously easy to provoke by adaptations straying from the source material, and that’s a fair point. Fans were also annoyed that John Constantine was played by a brunette American instead of a blond Brit. However, those that tweeted death threats and epithets at Glover were not pre-occupied with comic accuracy, but were clearly a different kind of purist altogether.

The more recent example is also in casting, but this one isn’t merely hypothetical. The Hunger Games movie adaptation broke box office records, but a vocal minority soured the occasion. These readers apparently missed the indication to beloved character Rue’s dark skin in the book and were shocked and disgusted by the decision to cast a young black actress. Naturally, these fans vehemently denied that their outcry was in any way racist. All they said was that they couldn’t see a little black girl as innocent or be upset when a little black girl’s life was in peril, because she’s black. Nothing racist about that.

Where's Kanga, am I right? But no, in all seriousness, this totally made me cry like a baby.

For the most part, I don’t think all that many sci-fi fans out there are racist. The Hunger Games and Spider-man franchises have much larger audiences than most genre works, and a bigger crowd always means a bigger, louder fringe. I don’t even think those who denied the racist elements of Star Wars Episode I and Transformers 2 are themselves racist. I just think they’re in denial. they’re choosing to believe that the things they love so much could not possibly be so flawed. They’re like abused housewives attacking the cops who are trying to protect them. The reality is just too hard to face.

But we have to face it if we are going to move forward. Sweeping this under the rug is not acceptable. The only way we will ever remove racism from sci-fi in specific and society in general is to stop denying that it exists. The first step in recovery is admitting that you have a problem. And right now we do.

Thinking about Disney’s The Lone Ranger, the term “Development Hell” comes to mind.  Producer Jerry Bruckheimer (Pirates of the Caribbean) tweeted this photo this morning from the film.  After some budget cuts, the film is finally on schedule and is slated for release May 31st, 2013 directed by Gore Verbinski. From the bird on his head to the warpaint, one can only wonder if Johnny Depp will be channeling The Crow.  Who’s excited for The Lone Ranger?

The first image of Johnny Depp and Armie Hammer in The Lone Ranger