Your Happy Trees on the DS and Wii

[31 Flavas]

You've heard about Bob Ross's "Joy of Painting" video game before.... Well how would you like to have your happy clouds and happy trees included in the game?

Official announcement of the Bob Ross "Joy of Painting" video game has been made at their website. Contest rules can be found at bobross.com (http://www.bobross.com/news.cfm) or agfrag.com (http://www.agfrag.com/).

Bob Ross Video Game Art Contest

Bob Ross Interactive LLC is calling on the community to participate in the creation of the new Bob Ross Video Game in a fantastic way – enter the official Bob Ross Video Game Art Contest today!

Six lucky winners will have their paintings included in the high-density graphics of the Bob Ross Video Game, right along with Bob’s own fantastic masterpieces. And one of those will be chosen as the grand winner, having his/her painting on the cover of the box, right along with Bob’s own fantastic masterpieces!

[EL CABONG]

I am sooo painting a happy little tree.

[Mr.Green]

This Bob Ross game was the winner of the monthly "Game design gone bad" (or something like that) contest EGM holds every month a few months ago. This joke is still going strong?

[Sazime]

Because PAYING professional artists is SO overrated.

[Cyrax]

Paint Paint lets paint a tree!

[thecrazyd]

If I can paint a happy little penis, I am so buying it.

[Kelegacy]

If I can paint a happy little penis, I am so buying it.
What the fuck?

[Cyrax]

yeah me 2 lol j/k

[Harlan Hoyt]

"This happy little tree is our little secret."

[Harlan Hoyt]

yeah me 2 lol j/k
Can someone translate this for me?

[BenN1ce]

I like happy trees of cush, KB, and purple haze

[thecrazyd]

What the fuck?
What the fuck kind of response is that?

[MaiXu]

... right along with Bob’s own fantastic masterpieces. And one of those will be chosen as the grand winner, having his/her painting on the cover of the box, right along with Bob’s own fantastic masterpieces!

So, what, can one only refer to Bob's works as "fantastic masterpieces"?

[net7runner]

Only if the happy little tree has a happy little bush friend to talk to, and a happy little path so they both don't get lonely.

Oh man...I miss that man.

[Mozgus]

My grandma watched that fruitloop all the time...

[RMan]

Although the idea of painting with the controller sounds like fun (more fun with the DS's touch screen, really), I'm really hoping someone announces a sculpting 'game'. That seems like something perfect for the Wii, with the possibility of sharing sculptures it’s longevity seems fairly assured (if implemented well, of course).

[agentgray]

As a kid I would watch him after Mr. Rodgers.

He's paint this awesome landscape and then add a row of trees in front of it. I was like WTH?!?!?

[SexualChoc]

If I can paint a happy little penis, I am so buying it.

I know what you mean. All the penises I draw are sad. Hopefully this will remedy that.

[Sazime]

"This happy little tree is our little secret."
...and if you tell anyone that that bush is there I will come to your house and I will cut you.

[OldBrownShoe]

Can someone translate this for me?

I think he's expressing his desire to draw jovial male genitalia as well.

[Kelegacy]

What the fuck kind of response is that?

It's one that's made to throw off the "homo police". You know, so I look tough and straight, me scoffing at your penis drawing love.

Not that there's anything WRONG with that.

[Sazime]

It's one that's made to throw off the "homo police". You know, so I look tough and straight, me scoffing at your penis drawing love.

Not that there's anything WRONG with that.
I thought this would be a good a time as any to mention that my penis is named Cpt. Happy.

[Kelegacy]

I thought this would be a good a time as any to mention that my penis is named Cpt. Happy.
Since junior high, mine has been called Bubba. Big and dumb.

[Panda Love]

"This happy little tree is our little secret."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[F3nyx]

I thought this would be a good a time as any to mention that my penis is named Cpt. Happy.There is no such thing as a good time to mention that.

[Intruder]

the world is a far worse place without Bob in it :(

[rein]

Since junior high, mine has been called Bubba. Big and dumb.

An old girlfriend nicknamed mine Junior. Small and quick. :D

...maybe we should have a penis name thread. We will be seeing them on Xbox Live soon enough. May as well have a name to go with the... ...head?

[Kelegacy]

An old girlfriend nicknamed mine Junior. Small and quick. :D

...maybe we should have a penis name thread. We will be seeing them on Xbox Live soon enough. May as well have a name to go with the... ...head?
Sounds like an awesome thread. Mine hasn't grown since 8th Grade (neither have my feet; I still wear a size 10 1/2) so while I may have been big back then, these days I'm pretty much a toddler.

I need a new name. Peewee, maybe, seeing how much he gets smacked around.

[Sazime]

There is no such thing as a good time to mention that.
That's why I figured I'd get it out of the way now.

[jeffool]

...maybe we should have a penis name thread.I've given much thought to it, but have never picked out an official name. I think I'm going to go with "The Dude." (Or El Duderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing.)

[Lon Lon Rabbit]

...maybe we should have a penis name thread.

And you guys wonder why we don't have a very big female presence on these boards...

[fitbabits]

And you guys wonder why we don't have a very big female presence on these boards...
Hey, they can go ahead and create a bajingo thread if that's the case. It is called a bajingo, isn't it?

[KamaItachi]

And you guys wonder why we don't have a very big female presence on these boards...

At no point have I ever wondered that. I think the reasons are fairly obvious.

[thecrazyd]

Hey, they can go ahead and create a bajingo thread if that's the case. It is called a bajingo, isn't it?
Bajinga. No need to thank me, that's what I am here for.

[F3nyx]

I need a new name. Peewee, maybe, seeing how much he gets smacked around.Herman, perhaps?

oh god I didn't want to participate in this thread :(

[Blue]

I thought this would be a good a time as any to mention that my penis is named Cpt. Happy.

Sir Henry Cappychaps, here. I like where this thread is going. I really do.

[fitbabits]

Bajinga. No need to thank me, that's what I am here for.
Ah, thanks. Gotta love Scrubs and Elliot in particular.

[funtownarcade]

Anyone else see this title and think "Happy Tree Friends for the DS and Wii!" that would be awesome, using touch controlls to kill those little guys all sorts of ways.

[Regnerator]

Mr. John Philip Sousa and the US Field Artillery.

[Magnanimous Gnome]

My head hurts.


The one on top of my shoulders you sickos.

[Chameleo]

hahaha the direction of this thread is perfect to show gamers' interest in this game. penises. ...

i wonder how moms, dads and people who dont game will respond to this?

[Harlan Hoyt]

ALRIGHT! In honor of the day our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, founded the United States, here is a story I wrote:

PFC Miller sat in a small ditch made by the convergence of two small ridges. The jungle was on all sides of him, hot and heavy like a wet blanket. He felt soaked to the skin in his own sweat. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. He shifted his weight a little, rustling some of the enormous jungle foliage that he was sitting on. He scanned around the area to see if there were anymore Viet Cong. But there wasn’t – Lt. Ross had killed them all.

“Miller!” cried Cpl. Jackson from a little way south of Miller’s position. “You still kickin’?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Miller yelled back, standing up, “I’m still around.”

“Then get back here ASAP, private, we’re moving out of here.”

Miller slung his M-16 off his shoulder and began to trudge his way through the dense tropical jungle of Cambodia. When he had grown up in central Ohio, Miller had thought that he’d know what humidity was. Working on his Uncle Gene’s farm had given him an appreciation for misery in all its many and complex forms, but this was something new to him. He didn’t want to die, per se, but he definitely didn’t want to go on living like this. If he’d known the Marines would be like this, he would have gone to Ohio State instead.

Miller finally broke through the jungle and caught up with Jackson. Jackson was huge, and he threw his weight around to get things done the way that he liked them to be done. Jackson was a good corporal and Miller knew it. In the inevitable firefights, Miller stuck close to Jackson, who always seemed to come out on top.

They moved out of the forest and into a small clearing, which held a small village. Which was on fire. Marines stood outside the burning village and waited for the people who came running out. Then they gunned them down. One man came running out, screaming on fire, and everybody opened up on him, but he would not go down. He just kept running and running, closer to the Marines line. It freaked everyone out, especially the ones who were starting to get junk-sick. They’d been out of base for quite a while.

“Where’s Lt. Ross?” Jackson suddenly asked PFC Hoyt, a huge Indiana farm boy.

“Well,” Hoyt said, surveying the area, “I’m not sure. He went off in that direction a while ago, and told us to kill anybody who came out of the village.”

Jackson looked at Hoyt and the rest of the troops standing outside the burning huts and turned away in disgust. “Miller, come with me,” Jackson said as he walked away.

“Yes, sir,” Miller said, falling in behind Jackson. They made their way back toward the section of jungle that Hoyt had indicated. Once they gotten in, they could see signs of a fight and people being dragged deeper into the jungle. Jackson looked around and shook his head.

They followed the trail for about fifteen minutes before they came to a very small clearing. There was a pile of Viet Cong bodies all over, in various states. Most were in small pieces.

“What is this shit?” asked the baffled and disgusted Cpl. Jackson. “I have never seen this kind of thing in all my life.” Jackson and Miller looked around and finally found Lt. Ross, sitting atop a particularly high pile of the bodies.

“Lt. Ross, sir,” said Jackson as he walked up. Ross had taken off his shirt and carved angular, lightening like designs into his chest. He had a necklace made of ears around his throat, and his face was covered in dried blood. “What happened here?”

Ross swiveled his head around and slowly opened his dilated eyes. “They’re in the trees, Jackson,” he finally said, running his hands over his enormous Afro. “The happy little trees.”