Chick Hell
Sometimes, in the land of game making, we stop counting our toes for fun and actually play some games. When I got back from the gym, my teammates were playing this game, Cubivore, for “research”…it is the world’s trippiest game. If you’ve ever played Katamari Damacy, you’ll know that sometimes our Japanese game developers take a little too much shrooms and acid. Well in Cubivore, it’s like they’re candy flipping shroom, acid, weed and Viagra. The whole game is about your little character, which looks like a cardboard box, jumping around eating other colored boxes, so that you can change color, gain limbs, impress the ladies and mate. Much like Katamari, it’s oddly fun.
Is our current game done? …um…next topic. Our next game in the line up will be awesome, it’s our highest profile game yet – unless you’ve been hiding in your mom’s basement for the last two years, you’ll have heard something about it, so we’re very excited.
I went out with my sister last night and somehow two of her girlfriends showed up at her place and insisted they come out with us. Well, my sister and I were planning to play pool, so the ladies came with. Did I forget how to get along with ladies? I feel like my sister’s little brother that was tagging along. The conversation didn’t interest me. The first thing the ladies said to me was, “Oh my god, how do you stay so thin!? It’s 10 at night and you’re eating that?” Me, “Mmmmph, yeah, I’m hungry, and this is Butter Grilled Salmon is amazing. Want some?” Then when we got to the pool hall, they didn’t really want to play pool…they just wanted to talk about boys. Really, now! Boys? They decided my sister should meet their friend, this 45 year old guy, who is very “nice”. My sister is only 33, she’s not in need of dating some guy who the girls would say, “Well, by nice, I mean he’s really sweet, but I don’t find him sexually attractive…but he’s rich.” I tried to stay out of their conversation by focusing on the game which makes me look like the competitive asshole who cared too much about the game – but I can deal with being an asshole sometimes.
Somewhere in the course of the night the girls find out I’m single, and one of them said, “Oh dear, I can help you.” I was in chick hell. In all honesty, the ladies are nice and sweet, but I’m not sure I want to spend my night talking about boys.
What do the boys talk about when we’re backpacking? Well, we spend a lot of time making fun of each other. The boys come up with endless crude jokes and songs about their nutsacks. Yeah, sac. They love it. I poked fun at them for that and they told me I could come up with my own songs, I told them, “Yeah, but really vagina doesn’t rhyme with many things.” One of them made a valiant attempt at a good vagina song, then conceded that I was right.
Is our current game done? …um…next topic. Our next game in the line up will be awesome, it’s our highest profile game yet – unless you’ve been hiding in your mom’s basement for the last two years, you’ll have heard something about it, so we’re very excited.
I went out with my sister last night and somehow two of her girlfriends showed up at her place and insisted they come out with us. Well, my sister and I were planning to play pool, so the ladies came with. Did I forget how to get along with ladies? I feel like my sister’s little brother that was tagging along. The conversation didn’t interest me. The first thing the ladies said to me was, “Oh my god, how do you stay so thin!? It’s 10 at night and you’re eating that?” Me, “Mmmmph, yeah, I’m hungry, and this is Butter Grilled Salmon is amazing. Want some?” Then when we got to the pool hall, they didn’t really want to play pool…they just wanted to talk about boys. Really, now! Boys? They decided my sister should meet their friend, this 45 year old guy, who is very “nice”. My sister is only 33, she’s not in need of dating some guy who the girls would say, “Well, by nice, I mean he’s really sweet, but I don’t find him sexually attractive…but he’s rich.” I tried to stay out of their conversation by focusing on the game which makes me look like the competitive asshole who cared too much about the game – but I can deal with being an asshole sometimes.
Somewhere in the course of the night the girls find out I’m single, and one of them said, “Oh dear, I can help you.” I was in chick hell. In all honesty, the ladies are nice and sweet, but I’m not sure I want to spend my night talking about boys.
What do the boys talk about when we’re backpacking? Well, we spend a lot of time making fun of each other. The boys come up with endless crude jokes and songs about their nutsacks. Yeah, sac. They love it. I poked fun at them for that and they told me I could come up with my own songs, I told them, “Yeah, but really vagina doesn’t rhyme with many things.” One of them made a valiant attempt at a good vagina song, then conceded that I was right.
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