Just a reminder that Telltale and friends will be invading the Alternative Press Expo in San Francisco this weekend. We'll have a booth and everything. Friends will be coming by, and you should too.
Alternative Press Expo The Concourse
620 7th Street
San Francisco
Saturday, 4/21 - 11 am to 7 pm
Sunday, 4/22 - 11 am to 6 pm
Who will be there that you know, you ask?
We're in Booth 616, which we think is just to the right of the front door, all up in the area. You know. We'll have Sam & Max tshirts, poster prints (including the last of the now super-rare Office prints!) and copies of the games for sale. Quality booth banter will be free of charge. We'll also have some webcomic leaflet things you can pick up if you want.*
Steve Purcell will be at our booth Sunday from 2:00 to whenever, and will be happy to sign books and body parts.
Dave Grossman will also be there Sunday (at an undisclosed time), selling books of poetry and small xeroxed zines which will make us look like we belong there.
Across the convention floor you can find Telltale Friend Graham Annable, and the rest of the Hickee crew at their own booth, selling a bunch of awesome art. Also last year they were selling copies of Psychonauts at that booth, so there's that as well.
If that wasn't enough, be sure sometime during the weekend to stop by the opening (and reception) of The Indie, an art show featuring the work of a bunch of independent artists. Included in the show are works by Steve and Graham, as well as the Double Fine Comics guys.
Anyone wandering along my road on a pleasant September morning five years ago might have been happy to pause for a minute and listen to the sounds of nature. They go something like this:
"Cheep cheep" as the sweet little birds serenade the cool morning.
"Skritcha-skritch" as the happy squirrel races headfirst down the tree and starts hunting for food.
"Miaow" as one or more of the local cats catches sight of the happy squirrel and starts to stalk it.
"Chatter-wham-screech-patpatpatpatpat" as the local cat leaps for the happy squirrel, which accelerates at Mach One up a tree just in time for the cats to thud into it and get bombarded by various objects by the sweet and now irate little birds.
Hey, it could happen.
If that person should chance to look up, however, they may see something more sinister; a desperate-looking man frantically attempting to spell out the word HELP by sticking pizza boxes onto the window.
We asked (again), and you listened! This time around we had over a dozen entries for our "tell us your awkward story, win a rare, signed copy of Grickle" contest. Graham picked through them to select his two favorites, then slaved over a hot drawing table to illustrate them to perfection.
Our lucky winners, Todd Kolbuck and Jude Austin, will be receiving two of the last remaining copies of Graham's first book, Grickle, on their doorsteps in the near future. Autographed, no less.
Here's one of the winning entries, for your cringing pleasure. The other one will be dragged onto this very blog, kicking and screaming, later in the week.
Many thanks to everyone who entered, and to Graham for supplying the prizes and illustrating the winning entries!
Well, that's not quite true. One person entered, and therefore he wins! We love you, Daniel Løke!
So, we still have two signed (and incredibly rare) Grickle books to give away. All you have to do is send us your witty, ~500 word story about something awkward or lame that happened to you. Send you story to contest@telltalegames.com by February 15 and you just might win a prize!
And here's the winning story from round one...
Grickle Contest Winner #1
The Wrong Side of the Bed
by Daniel Løke
I woke up by the sound and excruciating pain of myself falling to the ground, and as I attempted to climb back up on my feet, I noticed that time was way later than it should have been. I pulled on some pants in a hurry, and ran for the kitchen to acquire some digestible substances to go. Opening the refrigerator, two options unfolded themselves before my eyes: Expired milk or a brown banana. First I went for the banana, and shoved it into my mouth so fast I couldn't even taste the foulness of its atrocious taste, and then I drank the milk without giving it a second thought. I grabbed a couple of socks, pulled them on, and leapt into my saggy shoes so fast even Lucky Luke would envy me my speed.