The life of a gamer

We are the few, the proud, the geeky.


Huddled in the corners of our dark, dank rooms, with sullen faces illuminated by the soft eerie glow of various computer screens. There is a strange odour in the air, a mixture of body oudor, spilled soft drink, cheesy chips and of course the dusty/musky smell of the whirring fans, spinning continously to keep our little mechanical boxes at a safe or near safe temperature.

The sound of clicks and clacks fill the room, as fingers mercelissly swipe across the keyboard, and the mouse jolts with a mere flick of the wrist. Perhaps an ogre is being slaughtered by a holy knight. Or a dark elf has just cast a might ice spell that has obliterated her foes. There is little to no banter, as concentration is soley on the mission at hand. Cities crumble and fall, armies rise to fight, only to die by the hands of their very creators.

The gamers.

There is a scream, a shout of protest as one of the gamers throws his hands up in protest, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He fidgets in his chair and cracks his fingers, leaning forward so that his forehead was mere inches away from the screen, for the next battle, would need the utmost concentration.

A slight scoff comes from the other side of the cramped room, as a voice proclaims "Ah I see what you did thar."

A slight chuckle ripples through the crowd, as the gamers hold a language all of their own, another replies. "Well you just lost 'The Game' " A wave of moans and groans ripple through the crowded room now. As they start to throw cheese doodles and skittles at the grinning lad.

A carefree life, a simple life these people lead. Despite the fact that their lives may seem dull, dreary and unsocial they have a world all of their own. Various characters that do anything they command. Guilds-team members rush to your aid the moment you may holler for help.

The natural enemy of these people,

slow internet connections, lack of sustainance, which usually consists of high sugar concentrated candy, soft drinks, sodas and chips. The lucky gamer may even have a side of McDonalds or KFC, the dreaded D/C or disconnections that happen from time to time, especially during large LANS when the wireless modems are running at double their standard speeds.

The question is, are you one of us? Or are you against us?

A nee mah nee ahhh ohh neyennne

Animania 09

This was the first year Animania decided to go to adelaide, it claimed to be the 'biggest' anime convention, yet it was lucky to crack 500 people through the door, when good ol' Traditional AVCON was in the 5,000's.

FYI: they are anime and gaming conventions, if you don't know what anime is then go google it, my laziness has taken a strangle hold over my brain cells now.

Anyway, today I am tired, my nails are bright yellow, as are my feet. Why do you ask? God, you all ask a lot of questions don't you? Or perhaps I'm just disillusioned and so self absorbed that I assume that questions are being asked, or perhaps I'm a tad bit crazy and have created imaginary friends who ask the questions.

Point of the matter is I got to cosplay as my oh so favorable geekdom fangasm lovable Rin.
I love her oh so dandy shandy much, she is totally the Bee's knees, as is Len. My buddy Courtney Cosplayed as Len, but unfortunately our costumes weren't quite ready, so us being the 'put stuff together at the last minute' kinda girls ended up with costumes like this:






which I think is pretty goodly since we started off with well, just the wigs. I honestly love Rin and Len as the Vocaloids. Seriously I suggest looking up the following videos IN ORDER (because its a story folks, can't watch the ending before the begining)

Daughter of Evil
Servant of Evil
Message of Regret
Re_Birthday

its such a sad tale, but rather than write about it yall can watch it, why? Because I'm lazy that's why, I can't be bothered typing it all in again. I am so manly, I shed manly man tears of manliness after watching a whole bunch of varied Vocaloud Videos.

That's right real men cry, but we don't shed tears of saltine water, we shed tears of beer, because beer is manly.

Next month, when my internet resets I'll post up a video of an awesome guy named Brandon (not my fiance' a different Brandon) singing a song, a tale of Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy.

Ciao~

PS I so tackled and licked a Sailor Saturn Cosplayer, I love her long time.
So if you are reading this my Shandy Dandy Shaandel baycakes, I miss you already.
same to you my lucious Len~

Small entry about AVCON 09

Ok, once again its been days since my last entry, but attempting to write a coherent piece of writing everyday seems to escape me. Let's see, over the weekend I went to the local anime and gaming convention, and like many a nerd I dressed up as a popular character. Hunny Sempai. A little huggable molestable child. I got quite a lot of attention.

Now normally I would write a lot more, but I am currently sick and doubled over in pain, the price of a stubborn child such as myself. I payed $35 for a weekend pass, and by golly gee I was going to get my darn weekend, even if I was wobbling around and throwing up by the end of it, which I was.

Let's see, Suppose I add an extra feature to my journals? Perhaps photos or a photo stream? I doubt many people actually come across this at the moment. Who knows if many ever will. I just simply have my say, like every other individual who has access to the internet.

Once again, I have held off my rant about the Sims 3, but I assure you its something that is looming in the distance, like an ominous sign.