02.06.05 -tim's 2 cents
Every now and then, Wes, Will, and myself get together for what is known as bad game night. To my recollection, there have been three. The first was by far the best. We rented Mary Kate and The Other Olsen's Crush Course. It was geniunely a bad game. It was laughable, and not by standards of site or sound, but by content alone. The game was a series of mini games ranging from photography to sports. The best we did with the game was nailing the dance game. This was the doing of myself, and I often struggle with placing the feat on my video game resume. There were also parts that we could barely scrape by with. There were times when we went outside to smoke, and collect ourselves then plan a strategy. For Crush Course. For freaking Crush Course.
The second night, as I now recall never occured. I rented Fugitive Hunter. Something happened that prevented the guys from joining me, but I played through the game because Dammit... I paid for it. The game was bad obviously, but it was sincerely so bad, that I'm glad the guys didn't come over for it. I won't get into specifics other than it was just nearly unplayable.
The third night happened Friday night. We rented the new Leisure Suit Larry game. The clerk renting the game to me wouldn't let me live past the fact that I was renting a intended the kind of parties I stay away from. Although I didn't realize the extent of my actions, I still felt like a piece of crap. We had a camera set up. We got a composition book out to take notes. We sat on the edge of our seats waiting for retard-ed-ness to roll out of the tv and do a dance for us. I can't lie, some of the jokes in the game I laughed at, but for the most part I just felt sick and disgusted. As if a dirty old man came into the apartment and started telling us experiences in the red light district. I thought this would be another Crush Course experience. It had mini games, and storyline written by 8 year old kids that are home-schooled. Instead it was the three of us, feeling as awkward as we would if we went to real college campus and tried to medically rape girls. When the time came, and breasts came up on the screen, we just sat in silence. We gave up eventually. There was no fun in this game. Sometimes you play through a game, and deal with it's faults to progress the storyline, or sometimes just to complete the game. There was no motivation to fuel us.
The only knowledge I gained from the game was that there are games not meant to be played by some people. When I was 8 I got a copy of Leisure Suit Larry and Leisure Suit Larry 2. I got into them kind of because they were adventure games, and to this day, I love adventure games. But they weren't the best or even at par with it's competition. But I finished it and played through it, for the sake of breasts. Who is this game intended for? It's intended for people under the age of 18. You know what, I don't even want to finish this piece. I'm just leaving it at that. Sierra, on your good days, you're an angel. And on your bad days.... well.... you're this.
-tim
The second night, as I now recall never occured. I rented Fugitive Hunter. Something happened that prevented the guys from joining me, but I played through the game because Dammit... I paid for it. The game was bad obviously, but it was sincerely so bad, that I'm glad the guys didn't come over for it. I won't get into specifics other than it was just nearly unplayable.
The third night happened Friday night. We rented the new Leisure Suit Larry game. The clerk renting the game to me wouldn't let me live past the fact that I was renting a intended the kind of parties I stay away from. Although I didn't realize the extent of my actions, I still felt like a piece of crap. We had a camera set up. We got a composition book out to take notes. We sat on the edge of our seats waiting for retard-ed-ness to roll out of the tv and do a dance for us. I can't lie, some of the jokes in the game I laughed at, but for the most part I just felt sick and disgusted. As if a dirty old man came into the apartment and started telling us experiences in the red light district. I thought this would be another Crush Course experience. It had mini games, and storyline written by 8 year old kids that are home-schooled. Instead it was the three of us, feeling as awkward as we would if we went to real college campus and tried to medically rape girls. When the time came, and breasts came up on the screen, we just sat in silence. We gave up eventually. There was no fun in this game. Sometimes you play through a game, and deal with it's faults to progress the storyline, or sometimes just to complete the game. There was no motivation to fuel us.
The only knowledge I gained from the game was that there are games not meant to be played by some people. When I was 8 I got a copy of Leisure Suit Larry and Leisure Suit Larry 2. I got into them kind of because they were adventure games, and to this day, I love adventure games. But they weren't the best or even at par with it's competition. But I finished it and played through it, for the sake of breasts. Who is this game intended for? It's intended for people under the age of 18. You know what, I don't even want to finish this piece. I'm just leaving it at that. Sierra, on your good days, you're an angel. And on your bad days.... well.... you're this.
-tim
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