She is a master with a crazy looking weapon:
She fights sharp-toothed futuristic creatures while sporting the latest fashion trend: the red cape.
Wow. Is this girl strong and fashionable or what? Her hot, thigh purse and military-inspired shoulder pads look fantastic complimented by a dragon/dog/tiger looking monster.
She has pink hair and dyes her eyebrows to match. What a daredevil!
She, let's call her Pinky, lives inside of a small, plastic black box, known to commoners as a PS3. For some reason, she has been invited to my apartment EVERY SINGLE NIGHT from the hours of 10:00-12:00 for the past two weeks.
SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL.
Someone* advised me that instead of complaining about it I should buy another controller and join him on the couch for an ungodly amount of hours playing along. I can't. I just can't. Besides the fact that I have a hard time understanding the point of the game and mastering the controller, when you're playing a video game, you CAN'T DO ANYTHING ELSE. I like doing things. A lot of things. I like being able to craft and watch TV and talk on the phone and eat pizza and complain about his video game playing simultaneously. I do work-out videos using the picture-in-picture option on my TV. Even right now, I'm writing this post, listening to a podcast, playing tennis, and getting my nails done, all while soaking in the tub.
I know, genius.
My secrets will not be revealed.
*the knower of all things, my mother.
photos from the Final Fantasy X111 (aka The Game That Annoys Me) website
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