A tweet from
Frederik Schreiber from a few days ago relates to the
recent acquisition of 3D Realms,
saying: "Planning the future of 3D Realms with @MikeDalsgaard and
@KhaledIbrahimi :)" (thanks Wookiestick). This includes
a picture of the proceedings, which may or
may not offer a clue about what they are up to, as the monitor in the background
has a clear image of Caleb from the packaging of
Blood II: The Chosen,
Monolith's first-person shooter sequel. However, the rights to the Blood
franchise were not part of the 3D Realms deal, as Blood and Blood II were
published by GT Interactive, which was later purchased by Infogrames, which is
now known as Atari. Former Monolith CEO Jace Hall proposed a revival of the
first Blood game
a couple of years ago,
and Hall said it was Atari's call. when that idea was
later shot down. Then
last fall publisher Devolver Digital said
that they might pursue the rights to Blood if their
Shadow Warrior remake
sold well enough, though nothing more came of that. This rights issue is
addressed in the
Interceptor interview on Rock, Paper, Shotgun, where Schreiber explains the
situation:
We would love to do a Blood remake. If you can buy us the
license, we’re willing to chew through it [laughs]. Unfortunately, Blood has
nothing to do with 3D Realms or Gearbox or Interceptor. That is in the land with
Jace Hall and Warner Bros and a lot of other people. That’s pretty publicly
known.
But yeah, Blood is one of our most beloved franchises ever. If we were to get
the chance to do a remake, we would grab that chance immediately. We would drop
everything else and do a Blood game if we got the chance to.
It's been a long time since I had a coffee making disaster story to share here,
as eliminating an automatic coffee maker (especially the unattended variety)
took a lot of the peril out of the process. That hasn't made it fool-proof,
however, as fools like myself can be tough to out-unsmart. This morning I made
the mistake of picking up the coffee container by the lid, which is tight enough
to be almost airtight when affixed, but it turns out, not tight enough to hold
up the weight of the coffee. The resulting spill scattered about half of the two
pounds of beans across the floor, perfectly evenly as if each bean was
hand-placed. I managed to choke back the tears that the sight of all those
beautiful glossy French-roasted beans going to waste before getting to cleaning
up my mess. I'll admit to thinking long and hard about whether these could be
rescued, but that's a floor where everyone walks, including the Gunnar-man, and
I know where his feet have been.