Gamer Stories
Note: This post contains a copious amount of swearing because it's a gaming post. And, you know, swearing establishes one's gaming cred.
You know what a telltale sign of a hardcore gamer is? The motherfucking keyboard. Check this shiz out, yo.
It's a nice high-quality IBM keyboard that's probably not even a year old. The keys are still nice, springy, and responsive, despite enduring a Taco Bell sour cream accident, but those WASD keys are barely legible. Hardcore. I just noticed this the other day and was so amused I had to make a new LJ icon out of it.
Also, here's a random Pictionary anecdote that will hopefully serve the dual purposes of amusing the reading audience and embarrassing greyout1. Some of you know this story already, so bear with me as I retell it. Josh and sarareubens bring over their Pictionary set to play with Tom, Scott, Valerie, and me. They use the stupid new die that makes you do random things like draw with your eyes closed or without taking your hand off the table. They claim it equalizes out the "cartoonist factor," I guess. Whatever. (I normally dominate at Pictionary due to the speed at which I can draw and still make an easily recognizable image.)
So, Tom and I are paired up, and on one of our clues I have to draw it with my eyes closed. The clue is "Lone Star". I proceed to draw a simple star all by itself, then draw a cluster of stars off to the side to illustrate the contrast. This gets many guesses involving "star" and "stars" and all the variants thereof, but no dice on "Lone Star". So, outside the box, go I. With my eyes closed, I draw a perfect replica (given the situation) of the flying Winnebago from Spaceballs. In fact, Tom even guesses "flying Winnebago" several times. I gesture emphatically at where I drew the stars earlier.
The sands of time run out. Our turn ends to Tom still guessing "flying Winnebago". Josh and Scott are laughing so hard they're crying.
Flying-fucking-Winnebago. With my eyes closed. But no "Lone Star".
Motherfucker.
You know what a telltale sign of a hardcore gamer is? The motherfucking keyboard. Check this shiz out, yo.
It's a nice high-quality IBM keyboard that's probably not even a year old. The keys are still nice, springy, and responsive, despite enduring a Taco Bell sour cream accident, but those WASD keys are barely legible. Hardcore. I just noticed this the other day and was so amused I had to make a new LJ icon out of it.
Also, here's a random Pictionary anecdote that will hopefully serve the dual purposes of amusing the reading audience and embarrassing greyout1. Some of you know this story already, so bear with me as I retell it. Josh and sarareubens bring over their Pictionary set to play with Tom, Scott, Valerie, and me. They use the stupid new die that makes you do random things like draw with your eyes closed or without taking your hand off the table. They claim it equalizes out the "cartoonist factor," I guess. Whatever. (I normally dominate at Pictionary due to the speed at which I can draw and still make an easily recognizable image.)
So, Tom and I are paired up, and on one of our clues I have to draw it with my eyes closed. The clue is "Lone Star". I proceed to draw a simple star all by itself, then draw a cluster of stars off to the side to illustrate the contrast. This gets many guesses involving "star" and "stars" and all the variants thereof, but no dice on "Lone Star". So, outside the box, go I. With my eyes closed, I draw a perfect replica (given the situation) of the flying Winnebago from Spaceballs. In fact, Tom even guesses "flying Winnebago" several times. I gesture emphatically at where I drew the stars earlier.
The sands of time run out. Our turn ends to Tom still guessing "flying Winnebago". Josh and Scott are laughing so hard they're crying.
Flying-fucking-Winnebago. With my eyes closed. But no "Lone Star".
Motherfucker.