Casual Gamer or Hardcore Gamer?

   I guess now is the time where I should start fleshing out my creditably as a gamer. But what constitutes as a gamer these days? There's the gamer who spends all free time on MMOs, grinding away until the dreaded level cap and such. I could be the FPS gamer, who throws bullets in weird and inventive ways to prove that I am 1337 and everyone else are n00bs. I could be the fighter gamer, who levels opponents with quick thinking and memorized movesets. Maybe the casual gamer is my speed, where I can quickly play a game when I have a free ten minutes and get criticized that I'm not a true gamer.


   Whatever. I play video games. Sometimes to the point where it's unhealthy. (I'm getting better.) I may not have street cred, but I have the general idea about what video games are and what they do for me. Frankly, that should be all that matters.


   BUT, for the sake of argument, let's say it didn't. Well, Some of my favorite video games run from Pokemon (all of the main GB ones. With the Catching and the Rivals and the Team B.B.E.G. and the Jello-pops), Final Fantasy (I stopped playing after 7. Not because I don't like the rest, but because I haven't beaten 7 yet. DON'T JUDGE ME), Legend of Mana (I like the Mana series ever since their GB roots. This game just rocks my socks. So many weapons and the story... Squee!), Kirby (Do I need a reason?), Mario and Sonic (OGs for LIFE!), Megaman (Nope, I'm gonna hold back on this one. I could make a whole post about the Blue Bomber. Next.) and Crash Bandicoot. (DON'T JUDGE ME)

   So yeah, not a lot of new generation games. But frankly, I've done Halo and Assassin's Creed and such. They're the games I enjoy now, not what I grew up with. Currently, I'm playing League of Legends.

Hey,  I know how to insert pictures now! Yay!

My Summoner name is Agars. (Fair Warning: I suck.) I like the half-hour to an hour gameplay, as it limits me from spending an entire afternoon by adding breaks here and there, like when I lose or barely win or lose REALLY badly. (Really badly? I don't know. Roll with it.) Not to mention that I have a few friends that play so I can stay in touch with them through the game. (SHOUT OUT TO MY PEEPS IN TINDER! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! KEEP IT REAL!) So yeah.


   In addition, I like to play board games and D&D. Apples to Apples, Munchkin, Magic: The Gathering (Fair Warning: Still suck) and I am always willing to try out new games to see what I enjoy. It's kinda fun. Well, yeah, I know games are suppose to be fun, but I mean that just the experience of learning a new game is fun. And I need to stop here. Until next time!

IRL Fail

I'm thinking the IRL's might be a thing for me in the future. I think they are hilarious, so I might keep doing them. In the meantime, here's a story from earlier.

Nicole (my wife, if I forgot to introduce her) and I are cleaning the house and rocking out to some music. The song currently playing is "5150", a country song by Dierks Bentley.  During the song, Nicole gets a call and lets it go to voicemail, despite my attempt to answer it. She has no idea who it is, since it's a 863 number. I tell her to check the voicemail, as it's a Menominee number.

She picks it up and checks the message; Turns out it is from Menominee. It's from Menominee County Police Department, to be exact. Turns out she had butt-dialed (Ha Ha, Butt.) 911 while we were cleaning up. The call was hung up immediately afterwards, and by policy, they must call back to make sure the person calling is okay. Since no one answered, they were going to send a car out here to double-check if everything was fine.

Insert Awkward Silence Here. Let it sit for a bit- let it Mature, if you will. Okay.

She calls back to explain what happened. I start chuckling to myself while I listen to this police drama unfold. (Is that the proper tense? Unfold... Unfolding... Whatever.) The operator is relieved to hear that all is well. Even the officers sent to help us are happy, as they were going to somewhere down in the boonies. Since Nicole made the call from a cell phone, the attempt to trace the call ended at the local cell tower for the next 50 or so miles. Had she not called back, the officers would never have known who made the call and would be stuck wondering what had happened while standing next to a giant metal structure.

Yeah, I kinda broke out laughing at this point. Between the song and the tower, I couldn't hold it. This story does not mean I am infallible, by far. I just don't remember... OH YES I DO. Oh, this one time, involving a cherry-flavored energy drink.... NAH. Another time. I'm sleepy. (Cliffhanger!)

I'm Not Dead

Yeah.Work. College. Children. The addition of a future child. Games. Ponies. I could give you a slew of reasons why I haven't updated, but they all sound like excuses when I type it out. And as others have told me, an excuse is effective at 0 meters. I might have messed that saying up, but ignore it for now; I'm on a roll.

I should come up with a schedule. A weekly or daily thing. Maybe bi-weekly or tri-monthly. No, that last one makes no sense. And really, this isn't just for you to read. I've been so caught up with doing things that I forgot to sit down and think about what I've done. So I will try for a daily schedule for now. See where that gets me. I will likely suffer a mental breakdown trying to think of nonsense to share with the world and my future self. But if LuLz are involved, then I say, "Onward!"