I would like to tell you a little story...
This is a tale of darkness, fear, deception, shame, and denial.
This is a tale of how I was seduced by the siren song of...
I was first introduced to the concept thanks to a well known DDR clone known as Dance With Intensity for the PC. Needless to say, i was quickly hooked. Soon afterward, the console version (DDR) was revealed to us and many nights that should have been spent in study were spent pursuing that elusive AAA.
Later i bought my own console, Every version of DDR i could find (except the disney mix), and... this.
This device has been the source of my shame and a large number of my bruises. But damn it, if it isn't fun!!!! (I usually repeat this as a sort of mantra against pain as i pick myself up from the floor where my latest spill, caused by a miss-step or general clumsiness, has landed me.
But i digress...
Needless to say, I lack the testicles necessary to make a fool out of myself where people can watch, so i only DDR when:
a) my roommate is gone
b) the blinds are shut tight
c) the door is locked
d) no one can witness my shame
I once made the mistake of leaving the dance-pad-of-fun-and-humiliation out and heading to work (thinking my roommate had gone home for the weekend). Imagine my surprise when i returned to find him back... It is at times like these when i thank my god that i cannot blush. Of course, once his back was turned, the dance pad disappeared. Never again shall i leave incriminating evidence where it can easily be found.
I am sure, that somewhere out there, there are those who can understand my pain... **sob**
This is a tale of how I was seduced by the siren song of...
I was first introduced to the concept thanks to a well known DDR clone known as Dance With Intensity for the PC. Needless to say, i was quickly hooked. Soon afterward, the console version (DDR) was revealed to us and many nights that should have been spent in study were spent pursuing that elusive AAA.
Later i bought my own console, Every version of DDR i could find (except the disney mix), and... this.
This device has been the source of my shame and a large number of my bruises. But damn it, if it isn't fun!!!! (I usually repeat this as a sort of mantra against pain as i pick myself up from the floor where my latest spill, caused by a miss-step or general clumsiness, has landed me.
But i digress...
Needless to say, I lack the testicles necessary to make a fool out of myself where people can watch, so i only DDR when:
a) my roommate is gone
b) the blinds are shut tight
c) the door is locked
d) no one can witness my shame
I once made the mistake of leaving the dance-pad-of-fun-and-humiliation out and heading to work (thinking my roommate had gone home for the weekend). Imagine my surprise when i returned to find him back... It is at times like these when i thank my god that i cannot blush. Of course, once his back was turned, the dance pad disappeared. Never again shall i leave incriminating evidence where it can easily be found.
I am sure, that somewhere out there, there are those who can understand my pain... **sob**