Posts Tagged ‘the typing of the dead’

Wot I Think – The Typing Of Dead: Overkill

By Alec Meer on November 4th, 2013.

Sometimes, there’s a price to be paid for being a PC gamer. By which I don’t mean “two hundred quid on a new graphics card every couple of years.”
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The Typing Of The Braindead: Type Hard

By Alec Meer on August 9th, 2011.

Botulism! Just like old times.

I tried to look for a logical reason why typing strange and complicated words at angry Counter-Strike players at a LAN party would possibly calm them down, but then I remembered that Type Hard is based on The Typing of the Dead, a game which posits a world in which zombies can be killed with words. So it’s probably best to just go with this one, and indeed to enjoy the fantasy that online trolls really can be talked into submission by smarter minds. Ah, if only.
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Typing Of The Dead Returns! Ish

By Alec Meer on October 6th, 2010.

It did

I wanted to type ‘Typing Of The Dead Returns, But Only If You’re An Unemployed Japanese Person’, but unfortunately it didn’t fit. This is, I fear, one of those stories that isn’t terribly useful to readers of an English-language PC gaming blog, but I can never rebuff the strange and hilarious attempts the Typing Of The Dead series makes upon my consciousness. This time, it’s Typing Of The Dead: Jobhunting Edition.
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Retro: The Typing Of The Dead

By Alec Meer on September 16th, 2009.


Sometimes when my cat is licking herself clean, something I can’t see or hear will distract her. A rustle. An insect. Someone belching 18 miles away. The ghost of Michael Jackson. Y’know, whatever it is that their tiny animal brains mysteriously fixate on without warning. So she’ll stop cleaning herself, close her mouth and stare unblinkingly at whatever it is. Once a while, though, she’ll close the mouth but forget to put her tongue away first. So she sits there with her little pink tongue sticking out, sometimes for ten or fifteen straight minutes, looking charmingly, ludicrously foolish. She doesn’t seem even slightly aware that she’s doing it, or of how ridiculous, how hilarious she looks. And that only makes this absurd image all the more delightful.

And that, right there, is The Typing Of The Dead.

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