NC-17: William Golding's Lord of the Flies

You ever had one of those days where you thought “humanity is scum.” That you just want to taunt every homo sapien straight to their conceited face. There are numerous cynics out there that look upon humanity with sheer hopelessness and whenever in public go out with a T-shirt with arrows pointing all around saying “I’m with stupid.” And then some…

And by some I mean this dipstick.

This is William Golding and this is his (un)godly offspring to the world…

Lord of the Flies is an interesting novel. It serves as a political allegory on humanity’s savage instincts using children stranded on a desert island.  Looking back on it now I find myself shouting “SHUT IT GOLDING, YOU’RE MAKING THOMAS HOBBES LOOK LIKE A KINDERGARTEN TEACHER!!!” Geez, so little faith in humanity. I mean what more can I say times were turbulent, I mean he fought in a world war and experiencing the thrill ride that was Cold War Paranoia. As you can see by the cover about, you can just tell it ends up going just splendidly.

It begins with the crash of an aircraft filled with dozens of children, all of them small boys ( and thank goodness or this text would’ve been even darker) on a desert island. They were flying not because they were on an innocent field trip, ha ha ha NO!!!! It was because NUCLEAR WAR HAS BROKEN OUT!! But don’t worry, this is only the beginning Anyway, the main character Ralph sets out rounding up the survivors; calls an assembly, and gets himself voted leader almost unanimously. The key word is almost as his rival Jack demands he be appointed as leader. So he offered the job of getting a band together and looking for food while Ralph and others concentrate on building a fire to attract ships. But conflict soon arises between the two rescue and survival and Jack goes insane after he decorates his face with some paint and looks at his reflection in the water. It’s like the Joker’s origin in the 1989 Batman film, except in this case the guy is only like TWELVE!!! But it doesn’t hinder his ability to win over the crowd and soon the guys are going around having wild dances and when that’s not happening murder sows for sport. HEAVEN AL-MIGH-TY!!! Just tragic if I’m honest.

But to once more, to be honest it’s not like this Maze Runner-ish “utopia” was going to last long. I mean have you seen kids in school? They’re a few senile geezers away from creating something that would widen the smile on the Guy Fawkes guy’s mask from V for Vendetta. What would you expect? Congress? Actually, I guess they not much different since everyone there acts like a bunch of children. Ha ha ha, I’m I right? Can someone give me a high five?

This book is great for a number of reasons: from an ambient setting, great writing and characters that I’m actually fond of and get to connect with. But I and a lot of other voracious readers think that what really seals it, is the theme concerning the folly of human nature and the primal nature of man. It’s striking, it’s self-reflecting, it’s poignant and it just pulls you right into the debate of our own being. The whole thing: it’s just an allegory for our childish tendencies to throw people and civility under the bus in the name of personal gain. We’re nothing but dumb juveniles, just like the ones in the book, dumb, selfish, pigs slaying juveniles (oh, we kill innocent porcine alright, it’s just that most of the time we let others do it for us. If you say “I don’t because I don’t eat meat, well you can still just go die in a hole.) All of this begs to ask the question: “Was Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight  actually onto something, what if he really is just “ahead of the curve so to speak”

My grade: eight skewered sows out of ten.

EPL opportunity

The library is a wonderful place filled with an assortment of page flippers for a cost of nil, including literature, comics, short stories, non-fiction, etc. But you know what else is also non-fiction besides the thousands of books? MY NEW JOB OPPORTUNITY!!!!

You heard that correctly. Weeks ago I just acquired a job at the library. And sure it’s only as of now, shelving books, customer assistance, and tidying up shelves, but let me tell you it’s quite an experience. The duties can be routine and some may find them mundane, but for me it’s a wonderful way to obsess about the dewey decimal system!  The best part is that it pays a lot better than doing work at my house...

...for free (shudder).

I put a lot of hard work into this and in a world of constant competition where the job market, like many areas of life, is basically the wild west . Getting a job can be a difficult process. But when you get it right, when the stars align in your favour, when you read the right tarot cards, when that creepy old lady at the far corner of the carnival stares into that crystal ball and sees your good fortunes, you’ve just opened a whole new level of access to a whole assortment to talents and wealth! That is until you have to ship your sorry rear end off to university to get a ‘real job’ (bloody intellectuals).

In light of my new job I’ve just recently just got the best thing a teenager could get...

A driver’s license, you think? Oh I wish, but, I got something even better: a frickin’ debit card!!

There’s a new dawn on the horizon for me...

AND IT’S CALLED ADULTHOOD!!!!

NC-17 (Nerdy Content From a 17 year old): Bram Stocker's Dracula

The world of horror literature is filled with terrifying fantastical creatures from zombies to werewolves to malignant tentacle-faced Gods. Vampires are no exception, and with that, there is a whole ocean of vampire fiction to choose from.

Some are good...

Some are Fantastic!!

and the others are...

a punching bag for the internet

So, in the eternal pursuit of ecstasy and to avoid the ridicule of quarter-witted teenagers and young adults, (get it? because it’s less than half) you need to go far back.

No, further.

NOT THAT FAR!!!

Yes, that's the one.

Like many other milestones of their genres, Dracula wasn’t the first vampire novel; it was the first one that mattered. Back in the good ol’ days vampires weren’t these farcical, chiseled, romantic figures, but rather they were nothing more than THE DISCIPLES OF PERDITION!! But after a hundred and twenty-eight years does this gold fleck in a giant pan of mud stand up? Well, "Off we go into the wild blue yonder" as the American Air Force says.

Our tale begins with a humble man by the name of Jonathan Harker traversing the Romanian landscape to meet our titular blood-sucker in his own castle. For what reason you may ask? FLIPPIN’ REAL ESTATE IN ENGLAND. As negotiations are progressing Harker starts to notice some funny things about his client. He never meets in daylight, has no reflection and an uncanny attraction to blood. Also, he can climb walls like a gecko as if the last three weren’t strange or scary enough. After an encounter with the Count’s *ahem* sisters, he makes preparations to make a one way trip to Screwthatistan and high tail out of there, just barely making it out. If I were him I would’ve just dashed out there shouting YOU’LL NEVER HAVE ME ALIVE...

OR DEAD FOR THAT MATTER!!!!

But Harker’s relief is short lived as a few chapters later the Count is traversing towards England and upon his arrival --seeing how he’s basically Satan’s poker buddy-- it’s not long before fecal matter hits the ceiling fan (not that they had them back then anyway).

What follows is a story our heroes will never forget.

Now surrounding this age old tale is an important question that applies to the entire genre of horror:

...is it scary??

No...

This thing is SPINE-CHILLING, people of the internet, even after almost a hundred and thirty years it still managed to unsettle me significantly. The bleak environment of late Victorian England and the very character of the Count himself only spikes up the tension. It is here where many essential elements of vampire lore came to place such as shape-shifting, a weakness to sunlight, being allergic to crosses, and having a command over the vermin of the world such as rats, bats, wolves and occasionally a few unlucky gypsies. Which only makes me wonder how he even recruited them in the first place??

WANTED

Able-bodied men, with unwavering loyalty, and a proficiency in knife-fighting and carrying heavy loads.

If interested please register on the creepy, lone castle in the Carpathian mountains (you’ll know it when you see it)

P.S. make sure you’re not followed.

Try getting that into the classified section.

Speaking of character, or character development and the protagonists in general. Twists and turns were fraught throughout the story and, like the previous text, I genuinely cared about the main characters. My personal favourite was Abraham Van Helsing with a charismatic personality and an attitude that could make hell sing; (ha, ha, ha, I’m sorry). But what’s also interesting is that although it is a first person point of view, you witness the story from multiple journal entries, diary pages, newspapers, a captain’s log, and even telegrams (it’s like texting in the 19th and 20th centuries except it didn’t utterly ravage the English language).

All in all, if you’ve got the time and money, you should definitely pick this up.

My score: Straight A (it would have A + but the blood bank was... out of... I’ll shut up.)

Travel Diary Thailand: Bangkok

Why bother apologising, you already get the gig. This is the first part of what’s to come hopefully this month. A riveting account of my time in Thailand.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Bangkok

Dear diary,

After 19+ long hours we finally arrived our destination. It feels so good to be back over half a decade. Even after a coup the place is still magnificent as ever. The next several days were fraught with adventures and day one was no exception; starting off our journey trekking through the brisk 2-and-a-quarter-world morning air after a filling breakfast. One of our main attractions was the Jim Thompson store that sells fine silk furniture, decor, and clothing. I'm not usually a fan of places like these, but here this is the exception. Worth mentioning is that the founder of the company mysteriously vanished back in the sixties. Come on, he probably just came across a nice lady, ditched the company, secretly married and retired to Caribbean; happens all the time.

But the main highlight of the day was the snake just a 30 feet away from the store. Nothing more than admiring the numerous species to be found and seeing a snake show later on. It was daunting to see than handlers practically spit in the reaper's face and just taunt the kraits and cobras presented. But the best was holding the python at the end. The farm is also the best place to get bit as it also contains a hospital and a WHO research center for snake bites .

Not that you want to get bit anyway, I mean who would this appeal to: zealous snake enthusiasts; suicidal idiots; self masochists; would you do it? NO, YOU WOULDN'T BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT BLOODY STUPID!! Still the place was a lot of fun. Too bad there isn't a medicine for getting squeezed to death by the constrictors. Speaking of they release these things into the streets, I'm sure they do wonders about the stray dog problem.

The nothing of interest the following day but the next one was dare I say more riveting. The day begun with a filling trip to the food court; and a pleasant boat ride (shame about the river). One of our main attractions was the luxurious visual ecstasy that was the Great Palace. The buildings were a joy to explore and the artwork decorating it was even more so.

I also got to learn a shred of thai customs as well. A prominent one was why people are told to kneel not sit when inside the buddhist temples: because apparently showing someone or pointing your feet is the equivalent of a middle finger. So you know how some people would stand leaning on something, one foot completely on the ground and one with the base of the shoe showing; that is the western equivalent of holding a sign that says “*bleep* you”.

Just as interesting was the tour down the canal. Now there was plenty of sightseeing to be had, but the main attraction wasn’t the architecture, but the wildlife that’s found in and alongside the river,  most namely monitor lizards and catfish. I must say they must have pretty broad niches for surviving in places like this (see, I have learned something over the school year). Everything was just swell about our adventure, except for the rancid smell and getting splashed by the catfish. What’s in this 2 and a 1/2 world water? Typhoid? Cholera? I probably got a disease now.

NC-17 (Nerdy Content from a 17-year old) The Legend of Zelda

Now as a late teen in an age of “so much to do, so little time” you think I have a lot more to do besides flipping through wood and ink. This is where my other time waster comes into play: gaming. From the first days of playing Super Mario 64 on my Grandmother’s N64 to the days when it’s just me and an iPad in hand, (and occasionally a Wii U Gamepad or a Mac keyboard) I’ve got a knack for it. My quench for instant gratification in this medium knows no limits or genre. And only at the end of last year was a whole new medium opened up.

Just last year my strict, Castro wannabe parents finally allowed internet access on my aforementioned Wii U allowing me to play the hundreds of classic games, and finally uncover why all those basement-dwelling, couch-bound, self-indulgent Gen Y’s keep ranting on about why the 80’s and/or 90’s where “the best decade ever”. So I got a classic title to try and make sense of that mindset. This title to be precise.

The Legend of Zelda is known to be one of the most influential and best games of its time, setting a new standard for games to come with it’s open-ended, enthralling world; one which was only limited to early computers, and they looked a little something like this.

As fun as it is, can it be compared with the likes of World of Warcraft or the Skyrim?

Well, let’s find out.

Our tale begins in the mystical land of Hyrule, ruled by princess Zelda. She is a holder of one of the three pieces the triforce -- a godly, near omnipotent power which each of piece representing one of three attributes: Power; Courage and Wisdom with Zelda as the holder of the triforce of wisdom. However, another holder of the triforce, an overly ambitious wizard named Ganon  ( because it’s so frickin’ cliche to say evil ) abducts her in an attempt to acquire the triforce all for himself. Before her abduction, she shatters her own part of the triforce into eight shards and anxiously waits for a saviour, and she gets one: a teenager in green pajamas named Link. So now it’s up to him to acquire the eight shards, storm Ganon’s palace and go all Liam Neeson on his sorry rear end. So yeah a classic timeless tale of "guy saves gal"; those sexist animals.

Now for the mechanics. When you’re first thrown into the foray and blown away by the amazing sprite work and graphics (well for its day), Link can’t do a thing besides moving in his basic four directions: north; south; east; and west. On the same screen, your eyes should be drawn to the cave in the upper left corner, where Link will get a wooden sword from the old geezer after he utters the famous line.

Come on, I’ve got a powerful sorcerer to slay, and I really doubt a sword made of wood would do the trick.

It is from here on out where the real fun begins. Unlike traditional side-scrollers like Super Mario, this game has an emphasis on exploration so you actually have to go looking for the right places. Being that way it’s not only limited to looking for dungeons and reclaiming triforce shards.

You’ll come across shops that’ll sell you items that are inessential for the journey ahead. Such as a bow and arrow that COSTS. MONEY. TO. SHOOT. Bombs which open up otherwise inaccessible pathways in dungeons or blow holes that crack open walls to open up secrets in the overworld. Also, a candle that can help quench your curiosity as instead of blowing up walls it burns bushes to uncover secrets. There can be a number of things such as shops that’ll sell certain items not found elsewhere or the same item at a discount; more old geezers who’ll give you a health potion or permanent health slot; even more old cronies who’ll give you a better sword when you’re health is at a certain level; or people who’ll be generous enough to donate a sum of rupees (the game’s currency) to your cause.

However, this can be a chore all on its own. You know how I’ve said this game is open-ended, well maybe it’s too open-ended. It doesn’t help that all those weak walls and flammable bushes look like EVERY OTHER FREAKIN WALL AND BUSH, and it’s not like that excuse for a map is going to help you out. Not to mention you’ve got to be careful about which wall you bomb or which bush you burn, as not only you’ll find people that’ll help you on your quest but also these little houses which will charge you to repair their “door”.

DOOR REPAIR!?! FOR A FREAKIN PIECE OF ROCK!?!?!?!?

Also there are these sores on Satan’s skin who always screw me over with their little gambling game. EVERY DANG TIME!!!

But that’s only the least of your problems as this game is as tough as tetanus infested nails. Now, in the over world it’s not too bad, but it’s the dungeons where things get really heat up. This especially becomes more prevalent as enemy and level design get more antagonizing than a vanilla coated Academy Awards lineup.

They include darknuts (heavy emphasis on the nut) which can’t be attacked from the from the front;

uh bouncing rabbit heads;

wizzrobes who just teleport everywhere like mad;

the ironically named like-likes which’ll dissolve your expensive shield;

and *shudders* the hands, that’ll take you back to the very beginning of the dungeon!

It’s not like Link is the most adept fighter as he moves like a tank and this has lead to a lot of preventable deaths painful moments. But the star that tops the Christmas tree of horse scat is the correctly named Death Mountain because you’re are going to die -- a LOT!! So many enemies, so many dead ends and so. many. ways. to die. However, the fight with Ganon isn’t as egregious as the dungeon itself as it’s nothing more that memorizing attack patterns and striking at the right time. However, you better hope you’ve come across the silver arrows on your way to the room as without them you can’t deal the final blow. But when you do, oh is it so satisfying.

So how is it?

Despite its archaic status and aggravating design choices, there is still enough sunlight to break up the clouds and make it a nice day.

My score: A-

NC-17 (Nerdy Content from a 17 year old): Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None

I might as well apologize for the delay again, but by now we’re all just tired of it. Anyway I’ve been thinking what I can do for this miserable piece of code besides vacation stories and I’ve got an idea. Pointless filler content which is nothing more than talking about and then grading works of entertainment that none of you would give a crap about. Well it’s better than nothing and besides if you’ve got any better ideas I’d like to hear them. But for now this nonsense will have to do.

Now, on with the main attraction.

We’ve all had that feeling when watching, reading, or playing a work of mystery and suspense: heartbeat quickening every second, sweat pouring down the forehead; glutes on the very edge of the seat! Many have entered into this gripping medium; some have succeeded, and some have failed. But few have done it better than this groundbreaking novel; so join me ask nag on about one of the most prolific story from the Queen of Crime herself.

[Some numbskull in the background:] “By golly man; how long are you going rant on about Patricia Cornwell.”

[Me:] NOT HER, YOU DUNCE -- THE OTHER ONE!!

It’s hard to talk about the genre without some soul mentioning Agatha Christie. Whether it be Hercule Poirot, Jane Marple or her other detectives, she has undeniably left an immeasurable impact on the genre, and touched the hearts of millions of readers like me and later, hopefully, you. Just weeks ago, I got to view her magnum opus. Looking at the title itself you know you're going to be in for a treat -- but in a way it practically ruins it. Still, it’s better than her previous one which was called Ten Little Indians  (it was the 30’s what would you expect!) but the one before that was a lot worse. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY?! THAT DOESN’T SOUND TERRIFYING; THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN OFFENSIVE NURSERY RHYME! (Actually, it was a nursery rhyme, so, you win this round political incorrectness). Thankfully it has now been changed to Soldier Boys for the sake of preserving what little dignity white people have left.

This ain’t ol’ Mother Goose I’m talking about here but something quite different. And by different, I mean as macabre as heck with each of the ten meeting grisly fates, from getting burned up in the sun to living in Devon. No, I’m serious -- one of them ends up living in Devon.

I could rant on about the rhyme itself for some good ol’ comic relief but not right here.

With that out of the way, on with the actual story.

First of all, it sets the stage perfectly, with eight innocent strangers invited by a U.N. Owen to reside at a nice mansion on Soldier Island. Peculiar enough in each of the guest’s bedrooms there resides the Ten Little Soldier Boys rhyme mentioned before.

But before anyone takes a good long look at it, dinner (or tea time, or whatever they call it) is ready.

So they're just relishing in the fine dining when all the sudden out of the blue a voice known only as (wait for it) The Voice, calls out each of their “crimes” ranging from innocent accidental deaths ones with motives that are just ludicrous. After discussing the events that unfolded they attempt to calm down with a helping of Champagne, but one chokes from his meal which is later revealed to be laced with cyanide, eerily matching one of the first lines of the rhyme.

“one choked his little self and then there were nine.”

And this is why I don’t drink alcohol.

It only goes downhill from there, as both the body count and the level of suspense grow with each fatality; how’s that for a suspense novel!

Some say that a story is as only good as its characters. Boy does this story deliver on it. I have never encountered any novel since Stephen King’s The Stand where I genuinely cared about all the characters and what happened to them. There was one part in the story where I went: “NO, NOT HIM!!” but come on, It’s not like it wasn’t going to happen anyway. Another thing I admire about it is that every chapter itself is divided into sections marked with roman numerals, so it’s a lot easier to keep track of where I’m at rather than just trying to memorize the page. The pacing is nicely done as well and the moments of suspense are evenly plotted throughout with a little backstory and some nice character development filling in the blanks.

But by far one of the best aspects of the story is the ending. If the title hasn’t suggested to you already, the grim rhyme basically tells how the mystery starts and ends, and at said end, you’re left in fevered speculation as to who did it and why. But thankfully it does reveal it. At the very end, a fisherman comes across a classic message in a bottle containing a manuscript. In said manuscript, it reveals the killer’s motives and more importantly, the identity. The culprit had a fascination with crime and became obsessed with it. Also, he was dying of a disease so he thought as a last hurrah he would set the stage for an unsolvable murder mystery centered around the Ten Little Soldier Boys poem. Well there’s an issue with this otherwise ‘bright’ idea:

THE PUZZLE AIN’T UNSOLVABLE WHEN YOU’VE GOT THE ANSWER JUST FLOATING IN THE WATER!!!

As for the identity of the killer; how about I just keep you in suspense until and let you actually find out yourselves.

My grade overall: I’d give an A+; for apprehension

A Week in Paradise: My Trip to the Bahamas

This Spring Break my family and I are in the Bahamas (as if Hawaii wasn't enough) and let me tell you I'm having the time of my life. But why should I keep these experiences to myself? So I've made a little travel diary, in which I can keep track what has happened over this fine holiday. This deals with the first two days. There will be more along the way as the days go by and let me tell you, that you and I are going to be in for a treat. So hey, I'm the man of Steele for my very own Bahamas travel diary: part 1.

Travel Diary: Bahamas

Saturday 

Dear Diary,

Would you believe it; that I'm already in the Bahamas today. My parents have abandoned their usual tradition of going on vacation and deserting me and my siblings to the place I'm forced to call home, and have decided to take all of us to Paradise (or one of them since I've been to Hawaii, but you get the idea). The flight was a usual, annoying, egregious concoction of noise, lousy posture and juvenile delinquency (by that I mean all the noisy kids that serve as for me a good enough contraceptive). Thankfully before too long it was over, and we could actually focus on having a great vacation. We got a taxi driver who I swear sounds like Morgan Freeman, and started grocery shopping. The crazy thing with this place, for some reason the water is unsafe from the tap so you have to get it at the supermarket; or as I like to call it flat out *bleep*ing extortion. Still, I'm looking forward my first Caribbean trip. I'll write to you tomorrow

Sincerely,

 The Man of Steele

Sunday

Dear Diary,

I think I'm warming up to this little part of the Caribbean (that or it's just my sunburn). Sunday was a rather memorable one. In the morning we actually went to church to celebrate Easter Sunday, however the nearest LDS church was in the capital on the main island. I assure you I'm not "going rogue" as you might put it, we decided it would be good if our family did something spiritual this Easter. Church was nice, they had a video on one of the returned missionaries service in Haiti; some colourful music praising God; and the kind of things what I would find in my own church service. After that we then rented a golf cart and did some sightseeing around town but the fun part was when we went snorkeling in the cay next to the resort. It wasn't as vibrant as Hawaii, but it made up for it in a big. Believe it or not I actually saw a sea turtle when I was in the cay, but it was pretty shy and it swam away. After that we hang around the house, dined on some homemade pizzas that mom made and headed to bed. What more can I say; I'm going to be in for a treat here.

Sincerely,

The Man of Steele

Tuesday

Dear Diary,

After a ho-hum Monday things really stepped up on the fun factor in Tuesday. It was off to a welcoming start with today's snorkel trip having an exciting encounter with a stingray; in fact so exciting that my exclamations could be heard throughout the whole bloody beach! It got better in the afternoon with our trip to the blue hole. What the blue hole is, is basically a large pond, not very big lengthwise, but what it lacks in diameter in has in depth. The thing is two hundred feet deep, and littered with all sorts of caverns and tunnels. So yeah it was fun except for when I met my nemesis: a literally bloodthirsty horsefly. But the best part was in the evening when the weather presented            

a spectacular thunderstorm. Believe me I haven't seen one like it since I was twelve. Seriously it was nasty. Check out this clip below, I'm sure it'll be an enriching experience; and turn up the volume as well.

Friday

Dear Diary,

You will not believe what I did today. Mom and Dad had saved the best for last: a boat trip that would take us to some once in a lifetime experiences. A first we did a little snorkeling, that resulted in Sophia getting the best sand dollar in the whole trip. Things really started getting good when we got to witness Abaco's swimming pigs (no seriously, swimming pigs). So how it works, is that there's a little isle that home to a bunch of pigs that tourists stop by to feed. If you're lucky and hold out a sausage (what my family fed them despite my concerns about cannibalism) while your waist or knee deep they'll swim out to eat it. As fun as that was the best part came when when we traveled to Man Jack Key. The shallows were filled with stingrays who would swim up a eat whatever chunks of fish or squid you had in you hand. I got to feed three of them myself but one of them was a little pushy (literally) and shoved my from my backside. It got better when we went snorkeling in the water, where I encountered rays that were as big as me! But it hit a climax later on as I got to swim with fracking nurse sharks in the reef. And put sprinkles on the icing, two green sea turtles just so happened to be in the area as well! As much as I hate to say but this place is 4x better than Oahu if not 5! Shame this is my last day here, and I wish my parents move here, but that's life. Until next trip see you later, I've got some American Netflix to watch.

Top 5 Super Bowl Ads 2016

Sure the Super Bowl was less a month ago but I don’t care. Going on for 50 years this has brought us heart-wrenching defeats, ecstasy inducing victories, nail-biting tension and above ads; lots and lots of ads. I meant to put this on after the Super Bowl but however because I’m an intensive care patient struggling with the virulent disease known as procrastination, well here it is now. So hey I’m the Man of Steele for Steeleopedia’s Top 5 favourite Super Bowl 50 ads.

5. The Longest Chase-Toyota

The story goes that a gang of bank robbers are running out to their getaway vehicle when it just so happens to get towed before their eyes. So they run from Johnny Law looking for a escape car when they come across a Prius? The gang carjacks it and so begins a comedic run from the law while the same time they car they’re driving in becomes a sort of viral thing around the world.

See for yourself, I’m sure it’ll be an enriching experience.

https://youtu.be/MYeM-8hO3hM

4. Ant-man vs Hulk: Coca-Cola

By the the time Coke showed of their ad, we were thirsty for more than just Cola. It’s natural for companies to have their products integrated with entertainment and Coke just so happened to by my favourite. How it’s goes is The Hulk and the Ant-Man are battling over a can of sugared water, and what happens is just fun to watch. Hopefully this will make the wait for Captain America: Civil War more endurable.

https://youtu.be/OlZqBR3yTiw

3. Hunters: Toyota again

Toyota takes another spot on this, continuing where they left off on The Longest Chase. With the Stolen Prius still on the run and becoming a viral hit, the 5-O decides it’s going to have to take desperate measures. What’s their ‘desperate measures’ you ask?

Okay are you ready for this?

They use THE EXACT SAME CAR AS THE BANK ROBBERS!?

What unfolds is just...

just watch.

https://youtu.be/BGNahDImVhs

2. First Date: Hyundai

Now Toyota might’ve had the best Car ad on this list if it weren’t for another Auto maker: Hyundai. As funny as the Prius ads were, Hyundai just manages to soar over them with their ad which so happens to star Kevin Hart above all people. So it goes that a dad is experiencing his daughter go out on her first date, and her date has the pleasure of taking the dad’s car: a hyundai (OBVIOUSLY). But as I’m guessing most parents are, the father is a little overprotective. So much so that he uses Hyundai’s new Car Finder feature to follow the dating couple wherever they go.

It’s a joy to watch just click the link below and see for yourself .

https://youtu.be/-R_483zeVF8

 

1. Ultrasound: Doritos

Was there any doubt? I’m not gonna lie these guys -when it comes to ads- have have never failed to deliver *cue laugh track*. Taking place in a maternity clinic, a happy couple is expecting their newest arrival into their family and is looking at their child via Ultrasound. But the soon-to-be father just so happened to bring so Doritos into the room. Come on, you know what to expect.

https://youtu.be/ugn_qmQ0NFo