Click here to return to the list of messages.

Solving the mystery of the Hitchhiking Ghouls (352 hits)

Category: None

Rating: 1 on 1 review (Rate this item) (V)

Submitted by notoriousbrett <btimpano5.at.radford.edu> (View user info) at 2004-11-25 01:04:14 EST

I'm a pretty calm person. Nothing much affects me. My moods are mostly temperate and never fluctuate to any extremes. Mellow yellow baby.

I own a PS2 and a membership to Blockbuster. You can probably guess I rent games there.

I recently rented Def Jam: Fight for New York. Plugged that shit in, and got ready to play. Went through the tutorial... felt pretty good... now time for the first match.

I GOT MY ASS HANDED TO ME. This never happens. I felt something in my neck twitch. My heartbeat jumped 15 beats.

I checked the difficulty. It was set on the easiest level. I decided it was stupid and decided to give it one more shot.

THE COMPUTER BROKE HIS FOOT OFF IN MY ASS. I am enraged. My eyes form narrow slits. I am screaming at the top of my lungs words that would make a priest blush. FORGIVE ME FATHER, BUT GO FUCK YOURSELF.

I've decided my life mission has been set. My short term goal, finanically and domestically, is to beat the fuck out of every opponent in my path. My tunnel vision cannot get past the pixels on the television screen. I OWN THIS THING.

I lost, one more time. And then I lost it.

I chucked my controlled at the TV and got up screaming. I was thrashing wildly, hitting anything I could. My couch was taking a punishment from being kicked. Then I saw my door and punched it hard as I could.

My mom was pissed. The door had a hole in it. There goes my last paycheck.

I think I'm giving up video games from now on.

User Reviews

Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-25 20:40:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 1

No Comment