Posts Tagged ‘Dynamix’

Tribes! Tribes! Tribes! Earthsiege And Tribes For Free

Say, reader dear, do you like the future? Do you like jetpacks? Do you like mechs? Do you like first-person shooters? Do you like multiplayer with vehicles and bases? Do you like classic series which folks grumble go forgotten too often? Do you like skill-based movement exploiting weird physics tricks? Do you like free video games?

If you answered yes to at least three of those, hie thee to this website, where Tribes Ascend folks Hi-Rez Studios are offering (almost) the full Tribes world o’games for free, from 1994’s Earthsiege through to 2004’s Tribes Vengeance (their own Ascend, of course, being free-to-play anyway).

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The Mötley Crüe Tribes 2 Theme Song Time Tried To Forget


When publishers throw a bucket of pop culture over video games with a celebrity endorsement or musical crossover, we get a fascinating glimpse of just what they think of people who play games, and those they hope to attract. Heartfelt ones can end splendidly, like Quake’s soundtrack by Nine Inch Nails, but mostly they’re just confusing and a bit odd. Take Eminem dancing in front of CoD Ghosts trailers (with a single first released as a Ghosts pre-order bonus, because reasons), or Linkin Park singing over some Medal of Honor: Warfighter LARPing. Baffling.

You might not remember when Sierra called in Mötley Crüe for Tribes 2, because for some reason (common decency?), what was billed as “the year’s largest musical venture in the gaming industry” vanished almost entirely. Almost. Would you like to hear the once-lost theme song they recorded?

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The Flare Path: Slye And The Familiar Stone

I’m not a fan of the word ‘venerate’ (It’s too close to ‘enervate’ and ‘venereal’ for my liking) but when it comes to Red Baron, Dynamix’s Great War luft legend, I’m not sure there’s a verb that better describes my feelings. The news that Damon Slye is returning to Flanders, determined to recapture that exquisite balance, that perfect pace, and – fingers crossed – those eloquent chin shrubberies, sent a shiver through my ageing airframe. Hungry for gen, I scrawled some questions on a scrap of wing canvas, wrapped the scrap round a spanner, flew to Eugene, Oregon, and dropped it next to Mad Otter’s mess.*

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