Okay, so you're a sell-out, a creep, a Cretan, born and bred in the age of the advertising world.  You wander the earth, seeing only the blemishes, the mistakes, the cracks in the ointment.  But all is not lost.  With your brush and a smattering of paints and chisels, you take the normal and you make it the beautiful.  With images and video scraped from the world wide web (Flickr, YouTube, Vimeo, Twitter Profiles and Facebook), you turn the ugly world into the world of your creation.  Repost the new creations, tell people what's wrong with them and what they could do to improve.  Big noses?  Rhinoplasty.  Bushy eyebrows?  Wax and wane.  Pale skin?  Bring on the tansky.

Okay, so you're an American citizen hiding in a foreign country.  But you're also a citizen of that other country, mildly and meekly and innocently minding your own business.  In fact you've never lived in the United States and got your citizenship through your mom and you've never had a thing to do with the USA besides the occasional visit.  But little do you know that your ass belongs to THEM.  Around every corner, behind every building and stretching from every long shadow is the IRS - lurking, watching, waiting... hunting you down like a fucking dog.  And they will kill you.  But first they'll hurt the ones you love, then they'll devour the ones the ones you love love; then they'll eat you, fingers first then toes, the whatever else hurts like hell but doesn't kill you.  So you run.  You run like hell.  You avoid, you duck and cover, you evade...

GAME IDEA: EVASION

Okay, you're a hockey player, on your way to the big show.  Sports games are sports games until you add in money, then it's business.  You need to learn, earn and grow your way from a high school hopeful, shooting pucks in a bantam league all the way to the NHL, maybe even making a side step in the European leagues to brush up on your chops.  Watch your bank account grow, share your earnings with family and friends, upgrade your home and your car, maybe even splurge once or twice on a Vegas binge - all for the sake of the game.  Play hockey, win big, make the team.

GAME IDEA: ONE HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT

Okay, so you walk around your high school and beat the shit out of bullies with your golf clubs.

GAME IDEA: WITH A STICK

Okay, so you're an interior designer.  You love colour and style and layout and wall thickness and power outlet positioning.  It's what you do because it's what you love.  You're the best.  So why not find yourself held hostage by an alien race and forced to watch your family and friends die until you lay-out the perfect swank lair for your captor.  And then, when the castle is complete and your family is dead and all you have left in the world is your fine sense of balance and color composition, you take up arms against the alien race and destroy the world you were enslaved to beautify.

GAME IDEA: DECORAMATON 3030

Okay, so you manage a mining crew, digging deep into the earth, deeper than anyone has ever gone, breaching the crust, the mantle and finally the core.  In the great spirit of the lovely Oregon Trail, this is a real-time game, so buckle up and start your engines.  Also, it's a MMOG, so you can see the other drill holes, even cross over them and eventually line up with someone on the opposite side of the planet creating a hole that literally traverses through the depths of the deepest and back out again.

GAME IDEA: LONG AND DEEP

Okay, so you're a 1920's billiards protege.  Smokey bars, dusty saloons, dirty whorehouses.  They all play a role as you win your way through the old west with a new style.  All they way up to the big show in New Hampshire and then New Delhi, just after New Haven and Newmarket.  Shooting pool and not getting killed.

GAME IDEA: STICKS AND STONES

Okay, so you're an ion-gun wielding sentient shark.  You're angry and pissed off.  Not just angry.  No, you're also pissed off.  Very, very pissed off.  You roam the ocean, devouring and destroying the insolent and annoying.  Whether they be fish or diver, you hunt down and destroy.  Dive deep into the depths of the Marianas Trench.  Float high in the rip tides of the California coast.  Where you be, there also be blood and ionized guns.

GAME IDEA: CANDYGRAM

Okay, so you're a food savage, a thrower, a massively maniacal missive of culinary delights.  People walk by, you throw food at them.  Hit them, you get points.  Miss them, you lose body parts. 

GAME IDEA: FACELESS SALLY

Okay, so you're a massively obese golfer known worldwide as the Nine Hole.  But you're rogue, off the cuff, roaming strange.  Take your golf club and your bucket of balls and start driving your way across the urban terrain.  Off the top of the tower formerly known as the Sears Tower.  Across the Golden Gate bridge.  Through your mother-in-law's living room.  Aim high and shoot hard.

GAME IDEA: STICKS AND BAGS AND EIFFEL TOWERS