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*