I played F-Zero GX for 48 hours straight. Would have gone longer, but my Gamecube died. (Had to get a new one.)
I sold my NES at a church auction. (I was six, okay!?)
I could never get more than two hours into Morrowind. Then I would restart. Done this about nine times now.
I've never been sexually aroused by a videogame. Ever. My loins are dead whenever I play.
I completed Guitar Hero 3 on Expert (including "Through the Fire and Flames") and promptly erased my memory card.
I've only cried over a videogame twice. The first was the aforemention Guitar Hero debacle. The second was when I was playing the Oblivion Mod "Ruined Tail's Tale" and Ruin was teaching a soul that never lived the concept of rainbows (was actually in "Butcher of Armindale", but fudge you). Oh, and when he died too. I still miss him.
I play "Mexican Goat-Killer"(La Chupakabra) style in Crysis. Basically cloak, grab someone, retreat into the bushes, execute, and repeat.
I enjoyed collecting the purple coins in Super Mario Galaxy.
I love online gaming.
I hate the internet.
I stayed up 'til dawn playing Halo 2 with friends. Which was weird because I hate the game.
I write a game review column for my school newspaper. Check it out at http://www.holland.wnyric.org/112610926124232147/lib/112610926124232147/_files/Nov_16_2007_online_version.pdf
I loathe Doom 3 with a passion. That piece of **** should go straight into the fires of Hell and climb back into Satan's bowels. I mean, why would there be so many ****ing keys on Mars in the future? Wouldn't someone think that maybe I don't want to fetch the purple card? Although some moments were funny.
**Walk up to door.**
Voice:"Retrieve panel for door."
You:"What?!"
Voice:"Do it now, *****."
**Get panel.**
You:"There."
Voice:"Good. Now you need the keycard."
You:"You gotta be ****ing with me!"
Voice:"No."
*Get card.*
Voice:"Insufficient security clearance. Upgrade at other side of the level."
You:"Gaa!"
*Leap towards pit of fire.*
Voice:"Wrong color card. You may not commit suicide."
I feel better now.
I sold my NES at a church auction. (I was six, okay!?)
I could never get more than two hours into Morrowind. Then I would restart. Done this about nine times now.
I've never been sexually aroused by a videogame. Ever. My loins are dead whenever I play.
I completed Guitar Hero 3 on Expert (including "Through the Fire and Flames") and promptly erased my memory card.
I've only cried over a videogame twice. The first was the aforemention Guitar Hero debacle. The second was when I was playing the Oblivion Mod "Ruined Tail's Tale" and Ruin was teaching a soul that never lived the concept of rainbows (was actually in "Butcher of Armindale", but fudge you). Oh, and when he died too. I still miss him.
I play "Mexican Goat-Killer"(La Chupakabra) style in Crysis. Basically cloak, grab someone, retreat into the bushes, execute, and repeat.
I enjoyed collecting the purple coins in Super Mario Galaxy.
I love online gaming.
I hate the internet.
I stayed up 'til dawn playing Halo 2 with friends. Which was weird because I hate the game.
I write a game review column for my school newspaper. Check it out at http://www.holland.wnyric.org/112610926124232147/lib/112610926124232147/_files/Nov_16_2007_online_version.pdf
I loathe Doom 3 with a passion. That piece of **** should go straight into the fires of Hell and climb back into Satan's bowels. I mean, why would there be so many ****ing keys on Mars in the future? Wouldn't someone think that maybe I don't want to fetch the purple card? Although some moments were funny.
**Walk up to door.**
Voice:"Retrieve panel for door."
You:"What?!"
Voice:"Do it now, *****."
**Get panel.**
You:"There."
Voice:"Good. Now you need the keycard."
You:"You gotta be ****ing with me!"
Voice:"No."
*Get card.*
Voice:"Insufficient security clearance. Upgrade at other side of the level."
You:"Gaa!"
*Leap towards pit of fire.*
Voice:"Wrong color card. You may not commit suicide."
I feel better now.