Guns or Boobies?
There is a rumor going around that the Battlefield 2 demo will be out this weekend. For those of you not in the know, this is a multiplayer shooter where up to 64 people, split into two teams, fight it out using a massive array of modern armaments. I haven’t been this excited about a game launch since, well, ever. Unfortunately I’m going to be out of town, otherwise I’d be happy to sit in front of my PC all weekend with an intravenous drip in my arm and a catheter up my urethra.
Back in the days when Counter Strike was all the rage I was sitting in my office one Friday evening blowing off the week’s steam. A guy who worked for me came in and said a bunch of folks were heading over to Ten’s, a strip joint right down the street from our building.
I was on a roll: my kill-death ratio was astounding. It was one of those Zen-like gaming sessions when everything seems to move in bullet time. Without looking up from the screen, I said, “I’m in the zone here, man. Why are you making me choose now?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Big titties in yo’ face!”
“Crap. Hold on.” I started typing into chat, informing my online squad mates of my dilemma. Their responses were entirely predictable.
OMG r u crazy? titties!
r u gay?
Bring some back for teh rest of us
And so on.
They were right of course. The game will always be there. You only get to see so many naked women before you die. I responded: STFU… unlike u n00bs ive seen an actual vagina. LOLs all around. Then I logged out and went to see some boobies.
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