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by Ray of Light 06/14/2005, 10:03am PDT |
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I need clarification wrote:
It seemed the punk rocker had eschewed the Joe Yance Dance Cave-like techno thumping of the clubs and had instead gone to an arcade. There, he encountered a boxing game in which the player actually boxes, and had promptly broken his emaciated punk-rock wrist (obviously not enough time spent practicing his Joe Strummer power chords). In the hospital, he was especially distraught because the daily maintenence of the mohawk demanded two working hands, and now it would have to lie flaccid across his head, like so much hair-penis.
My brother and I played this game in Florida. Or, he did at least, and I watched and sneered.
There's nothing for you to hit: you punch at air, the game matches up your hypothetical punch with the boxer's hypothetical minority face and FUCKS HIM UP. I don't remember the tutorial but I know it never occurred to either of us to start punching the metal handrails or the CRT. |
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Boss story #1 by Fussbett 05/27/2005, 2:09am PDT 
I'll just write my plan on this file folder by Ray of Light 05/27/2005, 11:58am PDT 
Bad Memories by Motherhead 05/27/2005, 4:53pm PDT 
Co-worker #1 by foolio 05/27/2005, 8:27pm PDT 
I miss Fatbabies by jeep 05/30/2005, 12:21pm PDT 
Epilogue by Fussbett 06/13/2005, 1:55am PDT 
Re: Epilogue by Fullofkittens <--- faggot 06/13/2005, 6:09am PDT 
Re: Epilogue by laudablepuss 06/13/2005, 3:22pm PDT 
Best Malta casualty by I need clarification 06/13/2005, 6:27pm PDT 
Re: Best Malta casualty by Ray of Light 06/14/2005, 10:03am PDT 
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