About NPC #16

To say I used to be a fan of the arcade would be like telling Michael Jackson ‘Hey, you REALLY like kids huh?’.

Disturbing opening analogy over and done with, readers, I would like you to meet Nerd Lang Syne, a record of the highlights of my quirkier experiences in the arcade. Nerd Lang Syne, stop drooling in the corner and meet the readers.

As you might’ve guessed, the content of Nerd Lang Syne is reflective of the kind of personalities I come across in the arcade. In other words, expect mild retardation and the online verbal equivalent of projectile vomiting.

When I can find the time to expound on them, upcoming highlights will tentatively include:

Arcade hygiene, or the lack thereof
Baby butch and girlfriend
The weighing of the phallus
The Sponsor
Money buys suckage
Mr Personality
The correlation between Puzzle Bobble and leaking brains

Oooh! We’ll have so much fun!! Let’s paint some toenails next! *claps*

Shey’s post reminded me of this sim pack a friend of mine told me about a few months back:

Yes friends, that is a ‘Dansing Hitler’. According to my friend, he has a pistol which he uses to take pot shots at Jews working in his backyard and a sign that reads ‘Arbeit Mach Frei’ or something like that.

He is now working on a gas chamber.

Needless to say, it made me want to try out The Sims.

I am proud to announce that after playing Toy Box EX on my mini pop’n controller during a 2 hour attempt to avoid work, I experienced a sharp pain in my forearm that is now somewhere between ‘Throb’ and ‘Ache’.

In other words, I have received my first Playstation 2-related injury. I proudly add the word ‘THE’ to my paper crown which reads ‘Queen of Nerds’ in yellow crayon.

To sum up, one sprained foream, roughly 30 hours of Pop’n 9 and one mother screaming at me to get off the frickin TV later, I have unlocked more than 90% of Pop’n Music 9. Add ‘life’ to my wishlist for Santa this year.

Cut to slime out, yo.