Ok, so you left the house one afternoon, got run down by the #2 bus going south, died and woke up in video game hell. What flavor is your suffering?
Me? My ball sac is clinched in a white-hot vice grip and the only way to release the pressure and cool it down is to play overly complex real-time strategy games. My opponents are MLG-level experts and the only way I?m able to make it barely competitive is by purchasing boosting items via microtransactions. I can barely read any of the data on my HUD because I?m playing on an 19? SD tube TV from the early 2000s. I don?t have a controller or keyboard-?n-mouse because the only option in my video game hell is a Kinect 2.0. Lastly, in between RTS matches, I?m constantly plagued by the feeling of explosive diarrhea, but to get access to the nearest toilet, I have to call Ubisoft?s CEO and BEG him to make another Assassins Creed game.
Me? My ball sac is clinched in a white-hot vice grip and the only way to release the pressure and cool it down is to play overly complex real-time strategy games. My opponents are MLG-level experts and the only way I?m able to make it barely competitive is by purchasing boosting items via microtransactions. I can barely read any of the data on my HUD because I?m playing on an 19? SD tube TV from the early 2000s. I don?t have a controller or keyboard-?n-mouse because the only option in my video game hell is a Kinect 2.0. Lastly, in between RTS matches, I?m constantly plagued by the feeling of explosive diarrhea, but to get access to the nearest toilet, I have to call Ubisoft?s CEO and BEG him to make another Assassins Creed game.