Saturday, September 26, 2009

Video Games

Recently, the subject of video games has been coming up in my day-to-day life with increasing frequency. Just a few hours ago, I was walking behind two women in their late 50's or early 60's, and being the total creeper that I am, I had no moral qualms about listening in on their conversation.

Grey Hair: ... and it is quite frustrating
White Hair: I know! I am sitting on a pile of nukular* missiles, and throwing rocks at a tank!
GH: That happens to me too, I never want to use my big guns because I might need them later
Me: (thinking)... WAIT A SECOND, I've heard this all before!

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation/231-Mercenaries-2

*Dad, if you read this, I misspelled Nuclear on purpose.

I ASSUME that these women were talking about video games (otherwise... they are terrorists? should I call someone?) but since when do sweet old ladies play games where the objective is to burn everything in sight? I thought old(er) people only played Wii fit and solitaire. When did this happen? I am not sure whether to think "Yeah! you go old ladies!" or "wow... one of my hobbies is enjoyed by people whose only other interests are games of bridge and scolding hoodlums"

I'm sitting in the library typing this up, and I haven't eaten in about 3 years. The guy sitting right next to me is eating ribs. RIBS. In the LIBRARY. It is confirmed: The gods are tormenting me. for cereal.

Scribblenauts is a game I have been hearing a lot about recently. Basic Idea: You type in a word, and the thing you typed appears and does your bidding. I have yet to play it, but supposedly you could summon a giraffe to lift you to the top of a building, and a squad of animal-masseuses (spelled right in one try, holy shit) to placate said beast into happiness/obedience. A guy sitting next to me in a hallway was playing the game with an audience the other day, and he said (quote) "I should make God fight Darwin!" to the raucous agreement of his entourage.

What is the world coming to? Also, will I ever stop sitting in hallways?

1 comment:

  1. Now you've forced me to respond. I recognized the purposeful and hilarious misspelling as the proper and hilarious spelling of a mispronounced word and held it not against you my son.

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