In my gaming madness.
So... what I have learned from my adventures in arcade gaming where, today especially out of 16 males I was the sole female?
Since I'm obviously cracked, the love in the air in that little corner of Galaxy World was tangible. Combine strangely geeky, but weirdly pretty Asian guys, macho show offs, and the need to battle with characters whose main moves involve grappling and slamming each other to the floor... it's a magic combination.
I don't think anyone has been cracked enough to slash Tekken gamers, but gah, I find myself needing this kind of cracked out RPS.
Of course one will sit down and battle against the current champion, he'll use Hwoarang because Hwoarang's kicks, combo moves and hip throws are the most easily accessible for arcade winnings, and Steven, because that's my boy's name, is confident enough in his skills that he doesn't need revival moves or faster frames per second to win any game. Like any hard core Asian gamer he's kind of geeky, slouching in his seat so that the stool is nearly toppling over, his hair defying gravity with the power of gel and blue dye and DDR music playing on loop on his ipod to ante up his game. But then his opponent starts beating him, and he just can't believe it, they're matched round for round with a 2mm blood count margin with each game. It makes him lean forward, biting down on his plush lips. There'll be an "oh fuck' from the otherside when he solidly trounces the other guy, and Steven would barely have a second of rest before another challenger, the same challenger comes on. He glances over the top of the counter, and the pale, white boy, lithe but well muscled body dished out in a tight bonds singlet, brown hair closely cropped to his head would raise a sharp eyebrow at him tauntingly. Luke, because he seems like a Luke would throw Steven a cocky grin, tapping furiously on the d-pad. Jin Kazama on screen would get into a ready stance, gloves lighted up and crackling with energy.
They'll hog the console for ever, gathering quite a crowd as the hours wear on, but every gamer understands that as long as you have a valuable opponent, they have dibs over the fight. Steven plays until he runs out of money, by which time he's shaking from adrenaline, foot tapping from the DDR music, jittery and excited and he tilts his head over to the side to meet Luke's eyes and they share a wide, gleeful grin.
"We should do this again sometime." Luke would say, casual and friendly, flexing his arms to get the tension out of them. Steven would nod, one earphone dangling as he ducks his head down to hide the flush on his face which he blamed entirely on the excitement of the game.
"Yeah."
"Same time tomorrow?"
And it would so be a date.
Oh come on, it could totally happen. *grin*
Since I'm obviously cracked, the love in the air in that little corner of Galaxy World was tangible. Combine strangely geeky, but weirdly pretty Asian guys, macho show offs, and the need to battle with characters whose main moves involve grappling and slamming each other to the floor... it's a magic combination.
I don't think anyone has been cracked enough to slash Tekken gamers, but gah, I find myself needing this kind of cracked out RPS.
Of course one will sit down and battle against the current champion, he'll use Hwoarang because Hwoarang's kicks, combo moves and hip throws are the most easily accessible for arcade winnings, and Steven, because that's my boy's name, is confident enough in his skills that he doesn't need revival moves or faster frames per second to win any game. Like any hard core Asian gamer he's kind of geeky, slouching in his seat so that the stool is nearly toppling over, his hair defying gravity with the power of gel and blue dye and DDR music playing on loop on his ipod to ante up his game. But then his opponent starts beating him, and he just can't believe it, they're matched round for round with a 2mm blood count margin with each game. It makes him lean forward, biting down on his plush lips. There'll be an "oh fuck' from the otherside when he solidly trounces the other guy, and Steven would barely have a second of rest before another challenger, the same challenger comes on. He glances over the top of the counter, and the pale, white boy, lithe but well muscled body dished out in a tight bonds singlet, brown hair closely cropped to his head would raise a sharp eyebrow at him tauntingly. Luke, because he seems like a Luke would throw Steven a cocky grin, tapping furiously on the d-pad. Jin Kazama on screen would get into a ready stance, gloves lighted up and crackling with energy.
They'll hog the console for ever, gathering quite a crowd as the hours wear on, but every gamer understands that as long as you have a valuable opponent, they have dibs over the fight. Steven plays until he runs out of money, by which time he's shaking from adrenaline, foot tapping from the DDR music, jittery and excited and he tilts his head over to the side to meet Luke's eyes and they share a wide, gleeful grin.
"We should do this again sometime." Luke would say, casual and friendly, flexing his arms to get the tension out of them. Steven would nod, one earphone dangling as he ducks his head down to hide the flush on his face which he blamed entirely on the excitement of the game.
"Yeah."
"Same time tomorrow?"
And it would so be a date.
Oh come on, it could totally happen. *grin*