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Lmfao. oh the DoW refrencesAltorin post=9.67420.791745 said:
.I have a story:
I walked in EB Games, browsed around for a few minutes (PC selection, PS2 selection), and i made my way over to the PS2 display, Spiderman 2: the game, was playing. I didn't really have anything better to do or intentions on buying anything so I started playing what i knew was a bad game. I swing around for a bit, climb up to the tallest building..and jump off, 7-8 secs later ol' Peter Parker has done a header in full free fall ontop of a car. but strangly his death animation was hi on his feet twirling around and falling over. I laughed at this pathetic animation as it made absolutely no sense only to realise some small 5 yr old kid was watching me the entire time. he looks at me and says "YOU KILLED SPIDERMAN ON PURPOSE!!!!!" and starts balling his eyes out, the mother picks him up a rushes out. There was nobody left but me and the clerk and a 10 second silence of confusion between us until we started laughing.
WoW, What A Twit (A customer PoV, CAUTION: WORDY)
Ah, World of Warcraft nerds who work at game stores. Good company to be around, as one WoW nerd to another.
So, I'm in my local EB Ga...er, excuse me, GAMESTOP (you're not fooling me, you liars!) and I stop in to get a 60-day time card for World of Warcraft. The guys working the register know me as a WoW player and one of them and I start shooting the breeze about the game and some of the latest changing in power of class abilities (to WoW nerds that'd be "nerfing") and some smug, arrogant little kid, probably no older than 12, inserts himself into the conversation. You know the kid, kinda porky little jerk that wears a Naruto shirt, thinks they know everything about everything, jumps at the chance to insert themselves into a conversation, steers it so they're the center of attention and everything they say is right, the kind that just needs to be hit with a golf club a few times. There's a name for kids like these, but for fear of getting banned or being introduced to the FMs (Forum Moderators) we'll call him "Jimmy".
Said arrogant, smug little Jimmy, "Oh yeah, that's too bad about paladins and blah-dee-blah-dee-blah, that doesn't effect my night elf hunter."
What he was talking about was a Paladin (a class I am very fond of) ability called Illumination, which on a healing critical hit restores 100% of the spell's base mana cost, and the mana restoration had been reduced to 60% of the spell's base cost. Sorry, I'll stop explaining the game, lest I lose myself in said past-time. Now the three words that probably set off my "Run Away, It's An Idiot" alarm are the words "Night Elf Hunter". Night Elves and Hunters are the most commonly-played race and class (respectively) in the game, and Night Elves are the most common race for hunters (heaven only knows why, I prefer orcs or dwarves for hunters).
But then the kid says "It's not like any other class in the game is worth playing anyway. I mean, I [YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH?!] pwn paladins all the time 'cause they're all a bunch of noobs, 'cept when they bubblehearth 'cause they fear my uber leetness."
As soon as those words (if you can call them that) were uttered, my jaw just kind hung open for a second. I said to the kid, as politely as I could muster, "I'm sorry, could you please remove the butcher knife you just inserted into the back of the english language and repeat that lest I respond as cynically and insultingly as possible?"
"What the [VERY CENSORED] did you just say?" says ignorant little Jimmy.
I respond by saying, "Could you knock off the internet-speak and talk like a sophisticated human being that has a quarter of a functioning brain?"
The wreched little spawn then spurts out, "Stop making up words, you [BAD WORD]ing [CENSOR BAR]."
I can inadvertently feel my eye twitch as my brain puts together the situation: I'm being cursed at by a pre-pubescent snot-nosed little twerp. The management, taking notice, kindly stays out of the situation and hopes it'll go away before I strangle the kid.
"Kid, word of advice," I say to him as calmly as I can muster, "stay in school and pay real close attention in english class."
I pay for my game card, leave the store and find the brat running over to his mommy's minivan (I shouldn't be ragging on it, I rode around in one with my mom at that age) and the kid apparently said I said all the stuff he had said to me but in the opposite direction. I.E., I had been swearing at him and et cetera. The woman stops me on the sidewalk outside the store and asks me if her wreched little offspring's story was true. I say to the woman, "ma'am, might I suggest going into the store and asking the employees on the clock what happened? I'm sure they can clear the whole thing up." The lady goes in, I get to and turn on the car to let the AC run for a bit (it was really hot out) and I see the woman coming out practically cracking the pavement with stomp-like footsteps and she pulls the kid out of the car and wails on his backside, yelling that if she ever heard that he had been talking like that ever again she'd take all his video games and throw them in a fire. With a smile of satisfaction, I drive off, knowing that I had come out the superior.
You may be wondering "what about that kid was so infuriating?" Well, he had that kind of high-pitched, whiny voice that made it sound like Gilbert Gottfried (much as I love the man) had just inhaled a whole lot of helium and was talking into a microphone while running nails across a chalkboard. But what really got my goat was when he started talking like an idiot off 4Chan. You know the kind, the little dopes who use internet-speak (aka "leetspeek") like they're actual words. When someone starts doing that, I almost feel the need to kick puppies. Now of course I would never kick a puppy, but when someone starts murdering the dictionary, I almost feel as though I would have to play doctor and keep it from dying. And to my credit, I have yet to use a single word of "leetspeek" in any game. I thought I could escape that "language" by self-imposing an exile on myself to real-life for a few hours, but apparently not. So bottom line, I hate those twits who use "leetspeek" in real-life, some bratty kid got his ass spanked in public for talking like a retarded sailor, I win, end of story.
Ah, World of Warcraft nerds who work at game stores. Good company to be around, as one WoW nerd to another.
So, I'm in my local EB Ga...er, excuse me, GAMESTOP (you're not fooling me, you liars!) and I stop in to get a 60-day time card for World of Warcraft. The guys working the register know me as a WoW player and one of them and I start shooting the breeze about the game and some of the latest changing in power of class abilities (to WoW nerds that'd be "nerfing") and some smug, arrogant little kid, probably no older than 12, inserts himself into the conversation. You know the kid, kinda porky little jerk that wears a Naruto shirt, thinks they know everything about everything, jumps at the chance to insert themselves into a conversation, steers it so they're the center of attention and everything they say is right, the kind that just needs to be hit with a golf club a few times. There's a name for kids like these, but for fear of getting banned or being introduced to the FMs (Forum Moderators) we'll call him "Jimmy".
Said arrogant, smug little Jimmy, "Oh yeah, that's too bad about paladins and blah-dee-blah-dee-blah, that doesn't effect my night elf hunter."
What he was talking about was a Paladin (a class I am very fond of) ability called Illumination, which on a healing critical hit restores 100% of the spell's base mana cost, and the mana restoration had been reduced to 60% of the spell's base cost. Sorry, I'll stop explaining the game, lest I lose myself in said past-time. Now the three words that probably set off my "Run Away, It's An Idiot" alarm are the words "Night Elf Hunter". Night Elves and Hunters are the most commonly-played race and class (respectively) in the game, and Night Elves are the most common race for hunters (heaven only knows why, I prefer orcs or dwarves for hunters).
But then the kid says "It's not like any other class in the game is worth playing anyway. I mean, I [YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH?!] pwn paladins all the time 'cause they're all a bunch of noobs, 'cept when they bubblehearth 'cause they fear my uber leetness."
As soon as those words (if you can call them that) were uttered, my jaw just kind hung open for a second. I said to the kid, as politely as I could muster, "I'm sorry, could you please remove the butcher knife you just inserted into the back of the english language and repeat that lest I respond as cynically and insultingly as possible?"
"What the [VERY CENSORED] did you just say?" says ignorant little Jimmy.
I respond by saying, "Could you knock off the internet-speak and talk like a sophisticated human being that has a quarter of a functioning brain?"
The wreched little spawn then spurts out, "Stop making up words, you [BAD WORD]ing [CENSOR BAR]."
I can inadvertently feel my eye twitch as my brain puts together the situation: I'm being cursed at by a pre-pubescent snot-nosed little twerp. The management, taking notice, kindly stays out of the situation and hopes it'll go away before I strangle the kid.
"Kid, word of advice," I say to him as calmly as I can muster, "stay in school and pay real close attention in english class."
I pay for my game card, leave the store and find the brat running over to his mommy's minivan (I shouldn't be ragging on it, I rode around in one with my mom at that age) and the kid apparently said I said all the stuff he had said to me but in the opposite direction. I.E., I had been swearing at him and et cetera. The woman stops me on the sidewalk outside the store and asks me if her wreched little offspring's story was true. I say to the woman, "ma'am, might I suggest going into the store and asking the employees on the clock what happened? I'm sure they can clear the whole thing up." The lady goes in, I get to and turn on the car to let the AC run for a bit (it was really hot out) and I see the woman coming out practically cracking the pavement with stomp-like footsteps and she pulls the kid out of the car and wails on his backside, yelling that if she ever heard that he had been talking like that ever again she'd take all his video games and throw them in a fire. With a smile of satisfaction, I drive off, knowing that I had come out the superior.
You may be wondering "what about that kid was so infuriating?" Well, he had that kind of high-pitched, whiny voice that made it sound like Gilbert Gottfried (much as I love the man) had just inhaled a whole lot of helium and was talking into a microphone while running nails across a chalkboard. But what really got my goat was when he started talking like an idiot off 4Chan. You know the kind, the little dopes who use internet-speak (aka "leetspeek") like they're actual words. When someone starts doing that, I almost feel the need to kick puppies. Now of course I would never kick a puppy, but when someone starts murdering the dictionary, I almost feel as though I would have to play doctor and keep it from dying. And to my credit, I have yet to use a single word of "leetspeek" in any game. I thought I could escape that "language" by self-imposing an exile on myself to real-life for a few hours, but apparently not. So bottom line, I hate those twits who use "leetspeek" in real-life, some bratty kid got his ass spanked in public for talking like a retarded sailor, I win, end of story.
For some reason the staff at my local GameStop think it's appropriate to totally ignore the customer, and instead, talk about random crap.
I've waiting in line for 10+ minutes (me being the only one in line) because they live by the motto "We serve to piss off the customer"
And after waiting for a while, I would politely say "Excuse, but I'd like to buy this game" or "Excuse I have a question". They'd all turn and look at me funny, then one of them would hurriedly "help" me with whatever I needed. Then they would quickly get back to their convo.
I've waiting in line for 10+ minutes (me being the only one in line) because they live by the motto "We serve to piss off the customer"
And after waiting for a while, I would politely say "Excuse, but I'd like to buy this game" or "Excuse I have a question". They'd all turn and look at me funny, then one of them would hurriedly "help" me with whatever I needed. Then they would quickly get back to their convo.
Altorin post=9.67420.791745 said:
And don't be afraid to swing it.Altorin post=9.67420.791745 said:
We go to rentalking or something looking for a controller for some odd reason..Well I suggested MGS4 while taking the ride up there with him I am 13.(Look and sound overage though which is nice.) I let him finish up inside and as I am outback watching the bikes.(He had one stolen out back and its notorius there.) Anyways I am thinking he isn't 18 so he won't be able to get it. Lo and behold he walks out with MGS4 and a controller.
I was astounded.
Hah. That reminds me of another story I have.Bulletinmybrain post=9.67420.809245 said:
About 1 year ago I went to an EB Games in the city to buy a copy of Fable. Here in Australia, Fable's rated MA15+, meaning you can't buy it (legally) if you're under 15. I was about few months off my 15th birthday at the time.
I went in, searched for it, found it and queued up. Then I noticed the big, red, MA15+ graphic. Shiiiit I thought. The place is packed, I they find me out I'll be laughed out of here. They'll probably never let me in the store again. I'll carry the shame for the rest of my life (Yes I have always been this paranoid).
At this point it's worth mentioning I've always looked older than my age. I've always been tall for my age group and I talk fairly eloquently, so really all this anxiety was unfounded. But something was just making me all freaked out.
So the line takes a while to advance. All the time I'm getting more and more stressed. I started think up a plan for if they find me out. When they tell me I can't buy the game, should I just quietly say "Oh. Alright." or play the fool and say "Oh I never noticed that before.", or should I just gun it, run for the door leaving everything behind? I was pissing myself.
I started thinking about putting it back on the shelf. It's a perfectly reasonable response" I thought. No shame in it at all. But I was frozen by fear at this point. It was a sort of "No looking back" thing by now.
I finally got up to the counter. The clerk said hello, and all I could muster up in return was a faint "Hi". Then I just dropped the box and the money on the sales desk and began looking around. I felt so fucking stupid. I must've looked like some heroin addict waiting for a fix.
The salesperson began the scanning, getting the thing out of the drawer, printing receipt etc process, and this is where it all hit the fan.
"I've got a problem here," said the attendant to a colleague.
The whole world slowed. My heart sank. My stomach turned.
They found me out. I know they have. This was stupid to even contemplate doing in the first place. Oh god. Oh Christ, oh, oh god. My breathing gets heavier, the fight or flight instinct kicks in. It's go time, D-Day, T-Minus zero seconds. Gotta think of something, fast
"No, see, you push that button there."
"Oh I see. Sorry about that sir."
Oh. It's a computer problem. Ha. Haha. And I thought I was in trouble. Hehehe. This sort of nervous laughter continues for the rest of the transaction.
"There you go sir, have a nice day", the clerk says with a smile, passing me the game.
All I can manage is a quick "Thanks", as I take the game and start high-tailing it for the exit. But it doesn't end there either. I'm still hiding it from view, on the off chance that a policeman sees me. It could happen right, right?
And then it's a bus ride and a quick walk home before I can finally open the game in complete confidence.
And that, Friends, is the story of how I bought Fable.
No. It wouldn't be a big thing at all. I was just MEGA paranoid.Altorin post=9.67420.809680 said:the policeman would care if you had an MA15+ game when you were 14?
seriously? Is gaming really considered like that in Aussie? because to me, that reeks of hilarity
Edit: On a side note, Blockbuster let me rent GTA3 when I was 10. Go figure.