Back in the day, Counter-Strike was up there next to breathing on my priority list. I literally had 24 hour gaming periods with some regularity, and was invited to compete as a sponsored player in China at the ripe and time-wasting age of 16.

But for all my “real” gaming addiction, I always found time for flash games here and there. I love the simplicity, the creativity, often the design, and just about everything else you can think of about ‘em.

Thanks to people and companies like my forced-mentor Daniel Mall (and the hot and sexy company he works for; Happy Cog), flash games have become more “mainstream” and much more organized with sites like Kongregate, the work of the aforeparenthesied(o.O) Cog of Felicty.

Now you can join an actual community to enjoy your games, instead of crawling the porn-laden corridors of obscure, horribly constructed humor sites with random games throughout. I love it. I tried something similar with Crapromedia back in 2004 with Carlitos and Cabeeb, but we let it slip through our fingers. Maybe some day we’ll bring it back, but until then, expect an assortment of games to be posted up here, and frequent posts about them.

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Manes.

Today’s contribution is GammaBro’s from the boyo’s at PiXelJAM. I love the stye of their games almost more than I can express with words. If you derive joy from their work (as I do), and want to see it continue, head over to their site and donate some funds.

Things have escalated, as they often tend to do ’round these parts, and a number of our darts have been altered with some very interesting modifications.

One modification in particular involves two long wall pins firmly taped to the tip of the dart, points roughly an inch and half off the former face of the projectile, in what can only be called the perfect recipe for a lawsuit.

The first test flight of the aforementioned dart of destruction was directly at my display. It managed to leave two noticeable holes in the dead center of the screen that wouldn’t be smoothed out for anything.

I got a new display. It’s better than my previous one, and as an aside, a lesson you can all learn is that breaking old things means you will immediately get newer better things to replace them with. No matter what.

Moving on, the -second- flight of this maniacally manufactured missile of madness went straight to the ceiling. I fired it, and in a stroke of brilliance decided to aim directly above my chair where it decided to come to rest. I should note here that we have one floor of space in a two story building. It’s not an easy thing to remove something from the ceiling here.

The dart now resides there, above my seat, waiting at comfortable leisure to fall from above and stab me in the brain. If this is my last post, I hope you all remember me well, and not as the moron who decided to strategically position a sharp, stabby weapon of death directly above his head.

In honor of this idiocy, I’ve posted one of the more entertaining flash games out there, called Bloons, for your enjoyment. I found it fitting, as in the game, you play a monkey that throws darts at things, hoping to win the prize, which in my lucky case is a fresh bag of mental disability.