Capcom's 3D brawl really hit like a bomb on October 14, 1999. I remember very clearly how it just overnight felt like everything Tekken, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, Soul Calibur and others felt outdated. Power Stone impressed me so much that I didn't play anything else, at all, for months. It all apparently started with Street Fighter III / Darkatalker designer Akira Yasuda putting forward an idea for a fighting game where some kind of adventure-like steam punk feel permeated the aesthetic itself. Devil May Cry man Hideaki Itsuno was excited about the idea and suggested that they make an arena fight in 3D. The rest is... History.

Power Stone is, in my humble opinion, not only one of Capcomn's best games but one of the best fighting titles ever made and I mourn the fact that there was nothing more after the mediocre sequel. I miss Fokker and his fishing restaurant.

Previous parts from this series:

Art of Fighting

Fighting Vipers

My Hero

IK+

Fatal Fury

Karate Kid

Double Dragon

Fighters Destiny

Shadow Warriors

Kung-Fu

Pro Wrestling

3 Count Bout

Dead or Alive

Burning Fight

Star Gladiator

Batman Returns

Street Fighter Alpha 3

The Hard Chargers DLC pack is the last thing that will be released for EA Sports WRC 23/24, as far as we know and judging by all the rumors and gossip, Codemasters has been working for over a year already on the next game, where they switched up from Unreal Engine 4.4 to 5.5, and redone the graphics (among other things). I've written a lot of babble about this in today's article: Go!

Codemasters has demonstrably done a brilliant job of 1:1 capturing the Umeå stages from the WRC circus's Rally Sweden and it is noticeable that they have taken on board the criticism regarding the missing snow plough edges and far too forgiving the surface in the base game. The Hard Chargers DLC pack is now out and it's a good expansion. Sensible cars, superb with more (and really good) Greece stages and Umeå. It should be said, however, that the Umeå stages from Rally Sweden are just as exciting as staring at wall paint drying. Straight, long, uneventful forest roads that I consider almost useless to drive, but Codemasters of course can't handle that.

There has been way, way, way, way too much talk about sharpening at the end of this blog. At my house. In my circle of friends. I've been living in the sand-land for the past month and even dreamed of sanding, when I haven't been awake and sanding. That is. All so that Alfan has time to be ready by the summer. Tonight? Tonight Jocke has been grinding while I have rested my grinding fists. This is because we are now down to The Nitty Gritty® as Conny would have said, the finishing touches before painting - and I don't do any good there. Tonight the front lip has been made lacquered and the gap between the hood and the new front has been adjusted. Good shit.

After 16 years of forever, endless hamburger trawling at home by the stove and several hamburger trips to the US , it would be damn if my own burgers didn't turn out good. Luckily they do, if I may brag a little. It will be tastier than everything I've eaten from a restaurant in Sweden, by far. Yesterday we drove a burger house with the old men, again. Ground prime rib / entrecoté twice (coarse first, then fine) and smashed on the Norrland steel. Salt, pepper, a liiiten pinch of my mix of Chef's barbecue spice, June's BBQ and June's garlic pepper + Väddö's disgusting päckel-expensive hipster cheese (which is the best, admittedly). Served in Garant's superior Brioche Buns of course with Raising Caine sauce. Unbelievable, unreasonably good.