ManekiNeko
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Well, at least we're on the same chapter, if not the same page, ergo there isn't much for me to go over at this time. I do have one major correction for you, however.
I thought I touched on this, it wasn't just the fact he was constantly beating me. It had more to do with the fact that I OD'd on him being so obsessed with the games.
I don't know how consummate of a player you are, but I want to give you a picture of this guy and how much he played these games. When I met him in September of 1996, he at least was in college. He was far from an ideal student. His GPA was 1.95 and the class I was in with him, he got a "D", so the college was putting him on academic probation. They had given him a few chances but he wasn't pulling above the 2.0 required.
His favorite activities were Star Wars movies, watching comedies (dear God, did he watch anything "comedy", especially The Simpsons) and playing the fighting games. When I met him, he spent about 3 hours a day playing these games, often going to the arcade.
The following quarter, he dropped completely out of college, didn't want to look for work and spent all of his time looking for people to mooch off of. If they had a gaming system, great. If they had a few bucks, guess what? He was going down to the arcade.
Eventually he would play these games up to 15 hours a day, the only time he took a break was between 6:30 and 8:00 because he never missed an episode of The Simpsons even if he had seen the episode 1300 times before. (I was already detaching from the show by that time but he added fuel to the fire). I actually had to kick him out of my apartment because I was studying for my final and he wouldn't stop laughing like a hyena over jokes that weren't all that funny on the show.
The real breaking point was when he initially promised to give me a ride to college and then after an hour and a half of playing Street Fighter, he said "Time has no meaning when you're playing Street Fighter". By that time, he was too far gone. I still remember that line because quite frankly, I find it as the ultimate sign of arrogance.
He burned me out on the games, because he was playing so much it wasn't even funny. He didn't want to improve his life. He just wanted to see how many Hadoukens he could perform, how many women he could decapitate and how much better he could be at the game. Like I said, he loved the idea of decapitating women so much he was planning on buying Catfight because of the fact you could decapitate and disembowel women. It didn't matter how crappy the game was, he would play it. I don't know if you're familiar with Time Killers, arguably the worst fighting game other than Shaq Fu, but he played it.
He may not have had the most amount of potential in the world, but what he became was a thousand times worse by the time I got away from him and for a time, I couldn't even look at a fighting game because he would play them so much.
I thought I touched on this, it wasn't just the fact he was constantly beating me. It had more to do with the fact that I OD'd on him being so obsessed with the games.
I don't know how consummate of a player you are, but I want to give you a picture of this guy and how much he played these games. When I met him in September of 1996, he at least was in college. He was far from an ideal student. His GPA was 1.95 and the class I was in with him, he got a "D", so the college was putting him on academic probation. They had given him a few chances but he wasn't pulling above the 2.0 required.
His favorite activities were Star Wars movies, watching comedies (dear God, did he watch anything "comedy", especially The Simpsons) and playing the fighting games. When I met him, he spent about 3 hours a day playing these games, often going to the arcade.
The following quarter, he dropped completely out of college, didn't want to look for work and spent all of his time looking for people to mooch off of. If they had a gaming system, great. If they had a few bucks, guess what? He was going down to the arcade.
Eventually he would play these games up to 15 hours a day, the only time he took a break was between 6:30 and 8:00 because he never missed an episode of The Simpsons even if he had seen the episode 1300 times before. (I was already detaching from the show by that time but he added fuel to the fire). I actually had to kick him out of my apartment because I was studying for my final and he wouldn't stop laughing like a hyena over jokes that weren't all that funny on the show.
The real breaking point was when he initially promised to give me a ride to college and then after an hour and a half of playing Street Fighter, he said "Time has no meaning when you're playing Street Fighter". By that time, he was too far gone. I still remember that line because quite frankly, I find it as the ultimate sign of arrogance.
He burned me out on the games, because he was playing so much it wasn't even funny. He didn't want to improve his life. He just wanted to see how many Hadoukens he could perform, how many women he could decapitate and how much better he could be at the game. Like I said, he loved the idea of decapitating women so much he was planning on buying Catfight because of the fact you could decapitate and disembowel women. It didn't matter how crappy the game was, he would play it. I don't know if you're familiar with Time Killers, arguably the worst fighting game other than Shaq Fu, but he played it.
He may not have had the most amount of potential in the world, but what he became was a thousand times worse by the time I got away from him and for a time, I couldn't even look at a fighting game because he would play them so much.
