#Whos your daddy in minecraft simulator
It is a prototype, to be fair, so I suppose it might later be clearer what you can and can't do, and what's currently happening.īut I'm now thinking about what we were talking about before we made margaritas (before you made margaritas - thank you!) - if this is a prototype, do you think it'll work with polish or does it need a boot up the jacksy?Ĭara: So, it's hard to tell whether this is a sort of Surgeon Simulator game or a game that might actually become more responsive and faster, like a race rather than merely a spectacle of ridiculousness. I think you can turn the oven off, but I kept fiddling with the knobs so I was probably putting it back on. Picking up batteries and moving them to safety one-by-one is too much effort - just eat 'em yourself, dad. "Oh, you think you're going to drink this? WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT! Chug! Chug! Chug!" That's efficient parenting. We only have one toilet.Īlice: I think I'm the kind of dad who'd drink the bleach to get out it out the baby's way. Get the fuck out of the oven you wee bastard. Like trying to type an essay with oven mitts on. When I was a dad I was mainly concerned I couldn't pick things up, or actually do ANYTHING with the oven. Although it is very obvious the dad and baby are genetically related because both have the sort of eyes you only get by mating with a similarly googly-eyed person. Part of me is quite concerned that the dad's hair is clipping into his flesh. Moreso when it gets sicker/about to die (a sort of green shade). I wouldn't touch it either.Ĭara: The baby looks kind of googly-eyed and actually a lot like a frog. But cannot pick the baby up and put it back in the crib.
The dad runs around putting dangerous things out of reach, putting covers on plug sockets, and so on. The babby crawls around like a horrible little… horrible thing, trying to drink cleaning products, eat batteries, put forks in sockets, devour garbage, or - my favourite - turn the oven on and hop in. So, to explain a bit, Who's Your Daddy gives players a few minutes to complete their objective - protect the baby, or snuff it to spite their da. I'm not protective I simply must stop you from winning. half a leg lost to a bear trap, that'd suffice. DADDY WINS AGAIN!Ĭara: Are you a game dad who enjoys games that involve taking care of and rescuing young girls such as Ellie from The Last of Us and Ashley from Resi 4? Are you involved in Dadification? It is the Movement Of Our Times.Īlice: If I could bring Ashley through RE4 with e.g. Sure, you went a lurid shade of green, you hideous little maggot you, but you lived. I'd hidden the bleach so you couldn't finish yourself off. I ate a whole pack of batteries and you didn't even care you NEGLECTFUL AND SICKENING PARENTAL NIGHTMARE.Īlice: You lived, which is good enough for me. I am good at finding and digesting batteries though. Maybe I am in fact a baby who is just trying to find someone who will love me, and not try to just FUCK WITH ME. I'm not very parental myself, and when it was my turn to play the daddy I wasn't concerned with protecting you as much as DEFEATING YOU, small child.Ĭara: I think as a baby I didn't quite get the point of it originally and started just trying to play with stuff and run out of the front door. And how insemination works.Īlice: This has gone wrong very quickly. Some sort of question about time travel I guess. Daddy Cool.Ĭara: If you are my daddy I have a lot to say to my mum. It's a two-player dad 'em up with a father racing around trying to child-proof a home and a baby trying its damndest to die.Īlice: Cara, who's your daddy? It's me. Christmas is a time for family, so Alice and Cara have ventured together into the public prototype of Who's Your Daddy.