Apparently this latest plastic creation from Italian designer Plust is a modern take on the garden gnome. Which I probably wouldn’t have guessed had they ruined my dreams of Lovecraftian lawn adornments and squid-like kitsch. But this, my friends, is gnome in name only, especially when it comes to the sickly green shade in which these glow-in-the-dark dwarves come. Perhaps with a bit of chthonic elbow grease these pint-sized Godlings will be just the thing we need to spruce up the dirt and dead animals that currently constitutes the Ectomo HQ garden.

Plust [Trends Now : NotCot]

Let’s ignore for a moment the fact that Fez was nominated for two awards at the Independent Games Festival this year. For the sake of argument let us even ignore the fact that it won an award for Excellence in Visual Design and that aside from looking completely gorgeous it is adorable as all hell.

This is a game about a diminutive albinoid with an over-sized head, an affinity for Mediterranean cranial stylings, and a jones for inappropriate nudity. By that description alone your interest should be piqued, though there is another draw, one far too insidious to be unintentional. Don’t see it yet? Give the little bastard a pipe and you, my friend, are playing what is likely to be one of the greatest gaming achievements of our era: a John Brownlee simulator.

Being the first part in five of the autobiographical chronicle of a curious dwarf and his even curiouser career, as related to Mr. Florian Eckhardt at a Men’s Penal Colony in the late autumn of 2007. Read onward!

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When people first meet me, the first thing they notice is not the tiny dwarf standing before them, or — as my school chums used to call me right before grabbing me by my ankles, swinging me around their heads and lazily chucking me into the stratosphere — “Tiny Midget Mowcher.” Nor is it my throbbing biceps, my oiled pectorals, my abdominals arrayed like a colony of quivering, bronze-shelled oysters. In fact, when people first meet me, they don’t notice me at all, but only the enormous, fluid-filled scrotum I carry around on my back. In short, I suppose you could say that the first thing people notice about me is my career, and considering the fact that most people define themselves by their professions, I guess that makes me as normal as the rest of you.

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Before your eyes is the pinnacle of human achievement, one Romeo Dev. A man whom, while obviously shortchanged in stature, has an undeniably otherwordly ardor about him. And really, why should he not? Were you the height and weight of an average pre-adolescent child, and still able to rend your enemies limb from limb, would you not strut in the manner of a peacock? Would you not smile sadly as you imagined the oncoming storm of your adorably tiny monstrous rage? I submit that you would, and that the world would tremble at your feet as it does Romeo’s.

Romeo Dev [The Telegraph : Del.icio.us]