In the Name of Love. (I'm clever.)
Driving home from work tonight I came upon a dead cat in the middle of the road surrounded by cats that were clawing at it. My eyes became teary but none fell. I remembered when I was five and I read Where the Red Fern Grows. That was a sad book man. It’s only important because I also remember that when I wasn’t reading the book I was playing River Raid on the Atari 2600 with my dad. Sometimes when things were getting a little too hairy we would throw in RC Pro Am. I miss both of those games. I have River Raid on my Activision Anthology disk. RC Pro Am is something I can play through other means, and have time from time. But I miss the brick controller. James told me there’s a RC Pro Am for the Gameboy, or maybe color, and I think I am going to try and track it down. James knows these things.
A couple of nights ago I wrote a completely fictional story about a girl who walked up to me in a game store and asked me what a nice game would be for her younger nephew. The girl in the story was attractive. Since it was my story she was attractive in the ways I would find a girl attractive. I will spare those details though. In the story she told me her nephew liked simple fighting style games and I immediately pointed out Virtua Quest. I then explained how it is a game done by one Yu Suzuki, the man who did Shenmue. Essentially I drove the girl away with my crazy game related jargon.
The reason the story never got posted is because I didn’t want to play to a stereotype. I don’t really think the stereotype exists the way it’s portrayed in movies and such. It probably does exist in some form, although it isn’t something I have dealt with personally. By buddy Jeff played Return to Castle Wolfenstein with me every single night for three months, eight hours at a time. VCR tapes lie in my room, and his, that contain us playing the game. We used those tapes to see where our strategies needed work. And of course to gloat over the things we did right. Jeff went on to marry a beautiful girl, one he cares about tremendously. I think they sit and play Donkey Konga with each other nightly. And he deserves that man. People who are so into a game that they tape themselves playing the game so they can figure out what they are doing wrong; those people need to marry pretty girls who like to sit down with their good natured boy and just play a game. Those are pretty thoughts. And those thoughts say more about me as a person than anything I write here about games, even in my self-indulgent ways.
I wonder how much it also says about me when a friend notices me noticing a girl he happens to work with. Am I that lonely? Is it that noticeable? It must be because right after we walked out, he immediately told me how cool the girl was, but then was quick to follow that up with, “She has a boyfriend though.” I wasn’t saddened by that at all. It made me laugh. Typical was the first thing I thought, but then I realized that it wasn’t typical at all because it really isn’t every day that I find a girl attractive. But it was ok. Everything is going to be ok.
Here in a couple of hours I hope to be knee deep in my own piss after Fatal Frame 2 forced said piss out of my bladder. First though, I think I am going to play some more co-op X-men Legends with my little brother. Little really isn’t the best description, he is younger, but he could also beat me up if he desired. He may be smarter than me too, but he certainly isn’t as clever. I did write a scholarship paper for him that he received. So I can always hang that over his head. I am fixing to write a story for a mobile game I thought up today at work. It’s a postmodern romp through an African jungle where you shoot aids infected monkeys. The player assumes the role of Bono from the music group U2. During one of his trips to Africa a monkey bites him, passing along the HIV virus, and he decides to get even. When the player arrives at the end of the game, it becomes known that Jose Conseco was the one behind the aids infected monkeys, he accidentally gave it to them through needle sharing when he was trying out a new form of steroids. Then the final showdown begins. The game would be made available for free, but donations would be accepted, but all the money would go to an aids charity of some sort. I don’t mean the game to be offensive, just satirical. And not about a satire on aids victims, but of Bono himself being so high and mighty and pretending to be a good charitable person, yet charges more than 250 dollars for a concert. Not that I would want to go anyway, but man do I know someone who does. Plus I am sure the Conseco commentary is self explanatory. Anyone interested in programming it for me? James? Matt? Anyone?
wes
A couple of nights ago I wrote a completely fictional story about a girl who walked up to me in a game store and asked me what a nice game would be for her younger nephew. The girl in the story was attractive. Since it was my story she was attractive in the ways I would find a girl attractive. I will spare those details though. In the story she told me her nephew liked simple fighting style games and I immediately pointed out Virtua Quest. I then explained how it is a game done by one Yu Suzuki, the man who did Shenmue. Essentially I drove the girl away with my crazy game related jargon.
The reason the story never got posted is because I didn’t want to play to a stereotype. I don’t really think the stereotype exists the way it’s portrayed in movies and such. It probably does exist in some form, although it isn’t something I have dealt with personally. By buddy Jeff played Return to Castle Wolfenstein with me every single night for three months, eight hours at a time. VCR tapes lie in my room, and his, that contain us playing the game. We used those tapes to see where our strategies needed work. And of course to gloat over the things we did right. Jeff went on to marry a beautiful girl, one he cares about tremendously. I think they sit and play Donkey Konga with each other nightly. And he deserves that man. People who are so into a game that they tape themselves playing the game so they can figure out what they are doing wrong; those people need to marry pretty girls who like to sit down with their good natured boy and just play a game. Those are pretty thoughts. And those thoughts say more about me as a person than anything I write here about games, even in my self-indulgent ways.
I wonder how much it also says about me when a friend notices me noticing a girl he happens to work with. Am I that lonely? Is it that noticeable? It must be because right after we walked out, he immediately told me how cool the girl was, but then was quick to follow that up with, “She has a boyfriend though.” I wasn’t saddened by that at all. It made me laugh. Typical was the first thing I thought, but then I realized that it wasn’t typical at all because it really isn’t every day that I find a girl attractive. But it was ok. Everything is going to be ok.
Here in a couple of hours I hope to be knee deep in my own piss after Fatal Frame 2 forced said piss out of my bladder. First though, I think I am going to play some more co-op X-men Legends with my little brother. Little really isn’t the best description, he is younger, but he could also beat me up if he desired. He may be smarter than me too, but he certainly isn’t as clever. I did write a scholarship paper for him that he received. So I can always hang that over his head. I am fixing to write a story for a mobile game I thought up today at work. It’s a postmodern romp through an African jungle where you shoot aids infected monkeys. The player assumes the role of Bono from the music group U2. During one of his trips to Africa a monkey bites him, passing along the HIV virus, and he decides to get even. When the player arrives at the end of the game, it becomes known that Jose Conseco was the one behind the aids infected monkeys, he accidentally gave it to them through needle sharing when he was trying out a new form of steroids. Then the final showdown begins. The game would be made available for free, but donations would be accepted, but all the money would go to an aids charity of some sort. I don’t mean the game to be offensive, just satirical. And not about a satire on aids victims, but of Bono himself being so high and mighty and pretending to be a good charitable person, yet charges more than 250 dollars for a concert. Not that I would want to go anyway, but man do I know someone who does. Plus I am sure the Conseco commentary is self explanatory. Anyone interested in programming it for me? James? Matt? Anyone?
wes
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