The lesson here is: Always give in the peer pressure
Damn that Britty! You heard me! Damn it all! She's gotten me addicted to a new games series by introducing me to one game in the series! Metal Gear Solid swims in my blood now, I must have it... I have no other choice...
So, yeah, it all started yesterday, but it somehow feels like it was long, long ago. Like I've loved this game since the beginning. But I barely knew of its exitence until now. Okay, there were times when they'd crank the MGS3:SE soundtrack or religiously play it in a dark room, but I'd never sat down and watched or played it myself. Until yesteday.
I'd been showing interest in it for a while. Especially after hearing random annoying rants by morons online who hate the game or series with a passion. Don't those rants just make you want to get into something more? Just to prove them wrong? Does for me.
So I boot it up, and like... 10 minutes into it, I'm already in love. I point a solid finger at The Boss and make a drastic statement "She kicks ass!". I don't even know her, and I could already tell you that much.
Playing the game was a lot like some other games I played. I love it at first sight, and as I continue to play, I only grow to love it more. If there's one thing I love in games, it's being stealthy, wearing disguises and avoiding confrontation, while enjoying a healthy storyline. MGS3 was all I could ask for. And now I'm already planning cosplay ideas for it.
So we went to Blockbuster to pick up some movies (which I won't get to see cuz'a m'damn job!), and Dave comes up to me cuz I was trying to look lost to get attention (worked obviously). I said "I want to play Metal Gear, but all I have is a Playstation." His words to me were basically along the lines of "You're fucked.". All hope appeared to be lost. All the time I spent at Brittany's (like 50% of my life) wasn't enough to feed my current MGS fix. There had to be another way.
The answer was right beside me, literally. I stared down the mini PS2 as Brit payed for her movies. And when she found she was short on cash, I decided to pitch in. But she and Dave had noticed me staring, which turned into a "Buy it, c'mon, you know you want it" conversation.
Now normally you'd think "I have a job, I can make triple what I spend on it in a single paycheck." but my mind thinks more like "Must not spend money on things I want, no matter how badly." I ignored that voice this time, and I am so glad I did. Sure, I don't have any games right now, but I will soon. I own PS2 games because Taryn has a system. I just haven't played them since she moved out and took them with her... now all I need is a GameCube so I can take back my RE4, SSBM and ToS *<3s all three*. The best part is that I got my paystub at work today, so I can put those money worries behind me...
Problem, though. Brit is just as obsessed with the game as I am, maybe more. When I left I jokingly asked if I could borrow it, to which I received a strict No answer. And was reminded by Mak that I couldn't borrow it, cuz he wanted to play it. NOW you're thinking "Well, you can play it at their house, you're there 50% of the time. Or you can buy it, it's way cheaper than the system. Can't be that bad." No, see, THAT'S not the problem. When I packed up my stuff, I forgot to take the game out of my system, and brought it home with me! I'd be more happy with this fact if I at least had a memory card, but I'm mainly worried that they'll think I did it on purpose. I swear I didn't!
Actually, I should have been paying attention to the signs. When I went to put the box in a bag (to hide from my mother), I cut my finger on the cardboard. And I did it again when I took it out, in the same place! Now, I'm not religious or spiritual or anything, but I've come to notice something about signs like that. When something falls on the ground, you don't need it. When something you love hurts you, it's trying to remind you of something. Now I have a small but painful cut on my right index finger because I forgot to take the damn game out of my system. *sighs* I'll give it back to Brits tomorrow when I see her for the Xmas Party...
So, yeah, it all started yesterday, but it somehow feels like it was long, long ago. Like I've loved this game since the beginning. But I barely knew of its exitence until now. Okay, there were times when they'd crank the MGS3:SE soundtrack or religiously play it in a dark room, but I'd never sat down and watched or played it myself. Until yesteday.
I'd been showing interest in it for a while. Especially after hearing random annoying rants by morons online who hate the game or series with a passion. Don't those rants just make you want to get into something more? Just to prove them wrong? Does for me.
So I boot it up, and like... 10 minutes into it, I'm already in love. I point a solid finger at The Boss and make a drastic statement "She kicks ass!". I don't even know her, and I could already tell you that much.
Playing the game was a lot like some other games I played. I love it at first sight, and as I continue to play, I only grow to love it more. If there's one thing I love in games, it's being stealthy, wearing disguises and avoiding confrontation, while enjoying a healthy storyline. MGS3 was all I could ask for. And now I'm already planning cosplay ideas for it.
So we went to Blockbuster to pick up some movies (which I won't get to see cuz'a m'damn job!), and Dave comes up to me cuz I was trying to look lost to get attention (worked obviously). I said "I want to play Metal Gear, but all I have is a Playstation." His words to me were basically along the lines of "You're fucked.". All hope appeared to be lost. All the time I spent at Brittany's (like 50% of my life) wasn't enough to feed my current MGS fix. There had to be another way.
The answer was right beside me, literally. I stared down the mini PS2 as Brit payed for her movies. And when she found she was short on cash, I decided to pitch in. But she and Dave had noticed me staring, which turned into a "Buy it, c'mon, you know you want it" conversation.
Now normally you'd think "I have a job, I can make triple what I spend on it in a single paycheck." but my mind thinks more like "Must not spend money on things I want, no matter how badly." I ignored that voice this time, and I am so glad I did. Sure, I don't have any games right now, but I will soon. I own PS2 games because Taryn has a system. I just haven't played them since she moved out and took them with her... now all I need is a GameCube so I can take back my RE4, SSBM and ToS *<3s all three*. The best part is that I got my paystub at work today, so I can put those money worries behind me...
Problem, though. Brit is just as obsessed with the game as I am, maybe more. When I left I jokingly asked if I could borrow it, to which I received a strict No answer. And was reminded by Mak that I couldn't borrow it, cuz he wanted to play it. NOW you're thinking "Well, you can play it at their house, you're there 50% of the time. Or you can buy it, it's way cheaper than the system. Can't be that bad." No, see, THAT'S not the problem. When I packed up my stuff, I forgot to take the game out of my system, and brought it home with me! I'd be more happy with this fact if I at least had a memory card, but I'm mainly worried that they'll think I did it on purpose. I swear I didn't!
Actually, I should have been paying attention to the signs. When I went to put the box in a bag (to hide from my mother), I cut my finger on the cardboard. And I did it again when I took it out, in the same place! Now, I'm not religious or spiritual or anything, but I've come to notice something about signs like that. When something falls on the ground, you don't need it. When something you love hurts you, it's trying to remind you of something. Now I have a small but painful cut on my right index finger because I forgot to take the damn game out of my system. *sighs* I'll give it back to Brits tomorrow when I see her for the Xmas Party...