Monster Trucks
James believes the correct number of giant tires is always four, unless science invents a monster truck with six. Then the correct number becomes six immediately.
WELCOME TO
Big jumps. Spicy snacks. Block worlds. Questionable decisions. Maximum fun.
THE IMPORTANT PART
Real games, full-screen chaos, and absolutely no requirement to make responsible virtual decisions.
James enters a completely sensible economy built around stealing bizarre internet creatures from other people. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Make the basket, build a streak, and immediately act like the shot was planned even when it bounced around like a shopping cart wheel.
A peaceful herd of sheep has apparently rejected peace. Bounce, charge, survive, and try not to explode into the scenery.
See ramp. Hit ramp. Fly through the air. Land sideways. Explain confidently that the sideways part was intentional.
Run, jump, swing, miss the platform by one pixel, accuse the game of cheating, then instantly try again.
For the part of Jamesโ brain that sees a perfectly normal landscape and asks why absolutely everything is not made of cubes.
James is the pilot now. Please fasten your seatbelt and avoid asking who approved this arrangement.
Launch, rotate, locate the ground again, and attempt to convince everyone the landing was exactly where you wanted it.
SERIOUS BUSINESS
Scientists have not independently verified this list, but James has.
James believes the correct number of giant tires is always four, unless science invents a monster truck with six. Then the correct number becomes six immediately.
Any pile of dirt is not really a pile of dirt. It is a ramp waiting for somebody brave enough to make an extremely questionable decision.
Normal chips apparently lack danger. James prefers snacks that look like they were seasoned directly inside a volcano.
Why collect ordinary animals when you can collect electric mice, fire-breathing dragons, and creatures whose entire job description is basically โbattle your friendsโ?
A normal car is useful. An RC car can launch off a plywood ramp, terrorize a cardboard box, and somehow end up under the couch. Clearly superior.
James can spend ten minutes building a house and the next forty digging a hole straight down despite everyone knowing exactly how that usually ends.
One minute it is an obstacle course. The next minute it is a restaurant run by a banana. Nobody knows what is happening. James is completely comfortable with this.
If a ball goes directly into the hoop, that's fine. If it bounces off three walls, a chair, and possibly another dimension first, that's a James-level shot.
OFFICIAL JAMES WORLD POLICY
If there is a ramp, somebody should probably jump it.
If a snack is not spicy enough to cause concern, add Takis.
If a game has a normal route and a ridiculous route, choose ridiculous.
If Dad says โdon't launch that in the house,โ the RC car has already heard too much.