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07-26-2007, 07:36 PM
The Setting-1994, Ohio...The System-Genesis...The Game...WWF RAW
And what a game she was, with her busty 12 wrestler roster, Her realistic blocky curves, and oh yes, her chance at finally having my dream match up, Undertaker Vs Bret Hart, Oh it didn't even matter that The Macho Man, My Personal favorite was not included, she was still cherry, A ride me and my friend were to take to the hilt on a friday night, A weekend of two player body slamming bliss. Or was it?
He had bought the game on thursday night, so after a unbelieveably long day of toil on useless history and math, we sprinted to his house where gaming goodness would begin.
It was perfect, Game.Check.Soda and Candy.Check. Sleeping Bag I would not be using.check. All ready, all set and go.
Okay, the game looked better on the package, but that's alright, it's still playable. Kinda stiff controlling, But okay I've played worse. Hmm why did they put Luna Vachon in this game, Why not..Nevermind.
It was like that all night, Grins turning to faint smirks to the every scornful blank stares at the screens, we went through the dream match list in about two hours,counting tag team matches. The Bouts were rather short, mostly us getting our asses handed to us.
Give up you say?..Never! We wanted a weekend of gaming and damn it we were gonna get it, And it's not like were doing to badly. I man we won some matches, mostly fluke wise, Just these buttons are so stiff. A DAMN IT A!
we spent a whole 6 hours, taking turns sometimes, had to make sure there wasn't anything needed unlocking you know, Maybe the REAL version of WFF Raw! We hoped in vain.
At about 7:30 AM my buddy was in a rather usual situation, Getting pounded on by Intercontinetal Champion Diesel as World Champion Bret Hart, His Favorite, After a series of unanswerable moves he throew the controller down, A silence grew, the uncomfortable kind that comes from
being in a room with man made insane by unfair game play.
I waited for my moment. And chose a option I knew that could possibly bring him closer "Hey, how about we play a Tag match" I say slyly feeling if we both lose it will take some of the blame and edge off of him alone.
He lifted the controller and faced me "No ,screw this game, You see how he punches, he's so slow and thier so fast, He's like..." And that's all I heard before the hard cased instrument of my demise was forced swiftly into my forehead. it grew dark.
When I came to, I saw my friend above me with a look of pure shock and fright on his face, which was weird as his hands were wiping blood off my forehead. "I am so sorry"
I was out of it so the apology was taken as quickly as given, But then again, I would have taken Hitler's if he gave a half assed job. He was scared, I was weary, So instinct kicked in to try and kick this odd little moment in life out of the way with the first thing that came into my head. "Wanna do a tag match?"
It was then he showed me the broken controller.It was as devistated as my forehead, which had a gash just larger then a baby carrot[ We checked]
The buttons were hanging from it, Or maybe that was part of the hallucination that was taking affect from my beating.
No More Tag Matches, No more Raw, No fun lost weekend like I have had many times before with other more worthy games. Well not until he gets a Snes atleast. But it wasn't the same. What made this moment in time so specail? that is was funny? maybe, That it was a loss of innocence with my first truly bad game?Possible Or maybe it was the fact that we didn't like how grown up the games suddenly made us, Sure we got angry but never to this degree, so in affect I gamed alone from then on. Mostly because I got my own damn Gensis finally and well Breaker Boy wsn't getting another shot at my forehead.
I never game with people much, Oh a few Smackdowns have gained hours of playing with me and my brother but never in the same way. I never look at a Genesis controller the same way.
And what a game she was, with her busty 12 wrestler roster, Her realistic blocky curves, and oh yes, her chance at finally having my dream match up, Undertaker Vs Bret Hart, Oh it didn't even matter that The Macho Man, My Personal favorite was not included, she was still cherry, A ride me and my friend were to take to the hilt on a friday night, A weekend of two player body slamming bliss. Or was it?
He had bought the game on thursday night, so after a unbelieveably long day of toil on useless history and math, we sprinted to his house where gaming goodness would begin.
It was perfect, Game.Check.Soda and Candy.Check. Sleeping Bag I would not be using.check. All ready, all set and go.
Okay, the game looked better on the package, but that's alright, it's still playable. Kinda stiff controlling, But okay I've played worse. Hmm why did they put Luna Vachon in this game, Why not..Nevermind.
It was like that all night, Grins turning to faint smirks to the every scornful blank stares at the screens, we went through the dream match list in about two hours,counting tag team matches. The Bouts were rather short, mostly us getting our asses handed to us.
Give up you say?..Never! We wanted a weekend of gaming and damn it we were gonna get it, And it's not like were doing to badly. I man we won some matches, mostly fluke wise, Just these buttons are so stiff. A DAMN IT A!
we spent a whole 6 hours, taking turns sometimes, had to make sure there wasn't anything needed unlocking you know, Maybe the REAL version of WFF Raw! We hoped in vain.
At about 7:30 AM my buddy was in a rather usual situation, Getting pounded on by Intercontinetal Champion Diesel as World Champion Bret Hart, His Favorite, After a series of unanswerable moves he throew the controller down, A silence grew, the uncomfortable kind that comes from
being in a room with man made insane by unfair game play.
I waited for my moment. And chose a option I knew that could possibly bring him closer "Hey, how about we play a Tag match" I say slyly feeling if we both lose it will take some of the blame and edge off of him alone.
He lifted the controller and faced me "No ,screw this game, You see how he punches, he's so slow and thier so fast, He's like..." And that's all I heard before the hard cased instrument of my demise was forced swiftly into my forehead. it grew dark.
When I came to, I saw my friend above me with a look of pure shock and fright on his face, which was weird as his hands were wiping blood off my forehead. "I am so sorry"
I was out of it so the apology was taken as quickly as given, But then again, I would have taken Hitler's if he gave a half assed job. He was scared, I was weary, So instinct kicked in to try and kick this odd little moment in life out of the way with the first thing that came into my head. "Wanna do a tag match?"
It was then he showed me the broken controller.It was as devistated as my forehead, which had a gash just larger then a baby carrot[ We checked]
The buttons were hanging from it, Or maybe that was part of the hallucination that was taking affect from my beating.
No More Tag Matches, No more Raw, No fun lost weekend like I have had many times before with other more worthy games. Well not until he gets a Snes atleast. But it wasn't the same. What made this moment in time so specail? that is was funny? maybe, That it was a loss of innocence with my first truly bad game?Possible Or maybe it was the fact that we didn't like how grown up the games suddenly made us, Sure we got angry but never to this degree, so in affect I gamed alone from then on. Mostly because I got my own damn Gensis finally and well Breaker Boy wsn't getting another shot at my forehead.
I never game with people much, Oh a few Smackdowns have gained hours of playing with me and my brother but never in the same way. I never look at a Genesis controller the same way.