Arrr, a beauteous platformer, takin' inspirations from the wretched Zelda misadventures, be gettin' a controller inspired by a foul input device! Yarr, a match made in pirate heaven!
2024-01-26
Avast ye scurvy landlubbers! Despite all sensible reckonin', the ghost of the cursed CD-i continues to haunt us. Arrr, be it a fool's errand to keep sailin' these treacherous waters, but we be a stubborn lot!
Avast, me hearties! 'Tis a tale I tell ye, against all better judgement, that the spirit of the cursed CD-i lives on. Arr, ye may wonder what this infernal contraption be, and I shall enlighten ye. Back in the days of yore, in the 17th century, there existed a device known as the Compact Disc Interactive, or CD-i for short.Now, ye may be thinkin' to yerself, what be so cursed about a mere contraption? Well, me mateys, let me regale ye with its dark powers. The CD-i claimed to be a fancy multimedia machine, but it proved to be nought but a scurvy blight upon the seven seas of entertainment. Its games were as enjoyable as a stormy night on a leaky ship, and its graphics were as appealing as a peg-legged parrot.
Many a brave soul thought the CD-i had met its watery grave, but lo and behold, the cursed spirit be not so easily vanquished. Like a ghostly specter, it haunts the lives of unsuspecting landlubbers even to this day. 'Tis a testament to the tenacity of bad ideas that this relic be still remembered.
Some scallywags even claim to cherish the CD-i, as if it were a rare treasure. They speak of its comical cutscenes and abominable animations with a twinkle in their eye. But I tell ye, they be foolhardy lubbers, lost in a sea of nostalgia.
So, me hearties, let us raise a tankard of grog to the cursed CD-i, the scourge of the 17th century and beyond. May its spirit forever remind us of the perils of poor design and the importance of quality entertainment. And may we always be on guard against its ilk, for there be many a treacherous contraption lurking in the depths of the digital realm, ready to shiver our timbers.