Flopsy visits the Lemmings Statues and old DMA Office (Dundee)
While on holiday in Scotland, we visited Dundee one morning for a few hours just to go to the Lemmings statues and DMA office. I took short videos while I was at both locations and now I'm sharing them with you.
Rockstar North Limited (formerly Dma Design Limited) Is A British Video Game Developer
Rockstar North Limited (formerly DMA Design Limited) is a British video game developer based in Edinburgh, Scotland. The company was founded as DMA Design in Dundee in 1987 by David Jones, soon hiring former classmates Mike Dailly, Russell Kay, and Steve Hammond. During its early years, DMA Design was backed by its publisher Psygnosis, primarily focusing on Amiga, Atari ST and Commodore 64 games. During this time, they created successful shooters such as Menace, and Blood Money, but it soon turned to platform games after the release of Lemmings in 1991, which was an international success and led to several sequels and spin-offs. After developing Unirally for Nintendo, DMA Design was set to become one of their main second-party developers, but this partnership ended after Nintendo's disapproval of Body Harvest.
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PLAINS OF AFRICA
Mrs. Ackroyd Band ~ Across the plains of Africa
Across the plains of Africa, The rains have just begun
the phone book and the latex, and the nimble thorax drum
with the anthrax and the rolex, and at thier head in state
fleet of foot, rebok, just one pair, size 8
and above the early evening where the air is warm and heady
the lonely cry of the eric's, Erics yer tea's ready
Beyond the Serengeti that earthly paradise, the crater of Un'goro un'goro
so good they named it twice
across the plains of Africa, the migration now begins, thousands upon thousands
run the giant herds of wheelie bin, late in the summer evenings
when a man can barely see, the lonely erics calls again, Eric, come and get yer tea
As night falls on the homestead, the herd pause in thier flight, and in the kitchen the mighty kitchen
the lino sleeps tonight, twenty thousand wheelie bins, and not a sound is heard
in two's and three's the cardboard bok, mingle with the herd
and in the hush of evening, bathed in sunset gold
the lonely eric's call eric, yer chips are getting cold
Dawn, the herd moves on, no man knows how or why
toward that sacred secret place,where wheelie bins go to die
take care in the bazaar, for the poacher steals his skin
that hand carved reliant robin, may once have been a wheelie bin
it belongs out on the plain, among its 20,000 kin
out where the erics calls again eric, yer teas in the wheelie bin