Post by Recoome on Aug 14, 2010 10:13:55 GMT -5
Yamcha was taking his daily stroll through West City. Ever since he played that arcade machine for two hours straight, only to lose at final boss with no continues, he pledged to not play any video games for one full week.
“Man…..going a week without video games sucks. What else is there to do?”Yamcha then sees a laser tag arena that he never saw before.
"Excuse me, but when did this open?” “Why, it just opened two hours. They are having a capture the flag tournament. There is a grand prize is over nine thou-“DON’T EVEN SAY IT! DON’T. EVEN. SAY IT. THAT JOKE IS WAY TO OVERUSED.”
“w-w-w-w-well anyway, they only have room for a few more contestants. If you want to enter, you had better hurry up.”
Yamcha figures that if he can’t play his First Person Shooters, Laser tag is the next best thing. Yamcha signs up for the tournament by playing on the blue team, and starts getting pumped up.
“You the man, Yamcha. You’re gonna squash the enemy. You are number o-“
“HEY RETARD! THE TOURNAMENT STARTS IN ONE MINUTE!”
“WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTHING STARTS SOONER THAN I EXPECTED?!?!”Yamcha runs into the briefing room, where the rules are explained.
“Hello there folks. I’m Doug Dimmadome.”
“Doug Dimmadome?”
“Doug Dimmadome! And I’m here to tell y’all that, before I explain the rules, that there will be a vote on what map we will play in. It can be any map from any game, real-life location, anywhere in the world!”Yamcha is exited to hear this, because he knows that nobody is going to pick a real-life location. He knows that everyone is gonna pick a video game map.
“All right, just type in what map you want to play on the pad over there, and the highest voted map is that map you will play on!”Yamcha rushes over to the keypad and types in turbine from Team Fortress 2.
Yamcha waits impatiently as everyone else finishes picking a map.
“All right, let’s see what map it will be. The winner is…”Yamcha crosses his fingers that it’s turbine.
“…..2fort!”
“WHAT? 2FORT? WHY WOULD ANYONE PICK FRIGGIN’ 2FORT! IT SUUUUUUUCKS!”Yamcha went berserk when he found out that such a horrible excuse for a map in a video game was picked, but at least it was still a map from Team Fortress 2.
“All right, the rules are simple. Each of you` can see your health on your guns. You start of at a base of 100 health, and lose health every time you are shot. Once your health hits zero, you must wait an entire minute before you can respawn. That’s right, ONE. FULL. MINUTE. Better be careful out there! Any questions?”Nobody has any questions, and they are all eager to start playing. The players are then shown to into a room with gigantic teleporters.
“Once you step in these, you will be instantly transported to the map. I hope you are all prepared. We will give you 30 minutes to think of strategies before we begin.”Yamcha quickly asserted himself as team leader, saying he knows more about video games than everyone on his team combined.
“Ok, if we want to win this, we need to use teamwork. All of you will be given positions that will be ne nest suited for your skill level. We will divide into teams based off of what we are chosen to do. Those of you who will use stealth, come by me, Those sniping, stand to my left. Those who will be flag runners, step to my right. Those who will-“Suddenly, some whiney eight year-old starts shouting:
“HEY BUT WUT ABOUT ME I IZ THE BEST ONE CUZ I AM 1337 PLAYA I PRESTIGE IM MW2 SO YOU ALL LISTEN TO ME CUZ YOU SUCK LOL AND I ARE THE BEST AND-“ “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT UP YOU WHINEY LITTLE PIECE OF CRAP!”Yamcha then punches the kid so hard in the mouth, that the eight-year old can’t talk. Yamcha assembles his strategy, then goes back into the teleporter room.
“All right, step into the teleporter. Good luck everyone.”Word count: 700
“Man…..going a week without video games sucks. What else is there to do?”Yamcha then sees a laser tag arena that he never saw before.
"Excuse me, but when did this open?” “Why, it just opened two hours. They are having a capture the flag tournament. There is a grand prize is over nine thou-“DON’T EVEN SAY IT! DON’T. EVEN. SAY IT. THAT JOKE IS WAY TO OVERUSED.”
“w-w-w-w-well anyway, they only have room for a few more contestants. If you want to enter, you had better hurry up.”
Yamcha figures that if he can’t play his First Person Shooters, Laser tag is the next best thing. Yamcha signs up for the tournament by playing on the blue team, and starts getting pumped up.
“You the man, Yamcha. You’re gonna squash the enemy. You are number o-“
“HEY RETARD! THE TOURNAMENT STARTS IN ONE MINUTE!”
“WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTHING STARTS SOONER THAN I EXPECTED?!?!”Yamcha runs into the briefing room, where the rules are explained.
“Hello there folks. I’m Doug Dimmadome.”
“Doug Dimmadome?”
“Doug Dimmadome! And I’m here to tell y’all that, before I explain the rules, that there will be a vote on what map we will play in. It can be any map from any game, real-life location, anywhere in the world!”Yamcha is exited to hear this, because he knows that nobody is going to pick a real-life location. He knows that everyone is gonna pick a video game map.
“All right, just type in what map you want to play on the pad over there, and the highest voted map is that map you will play on!”Yamcha rushes over to the keypad and types in turbine from Team Fortress 2.
Yamcha waits impatiently as everyone else finishes picking a map.
“All right, let’s see what map it will be. The winner is…”Yamcha crosses his fingers that it’s turbine.
“…..2fort!”
“WHAT? 2FORT? WHY WOULD ANYONE PICK FRIGGIN’ 2FORT! IT SUUUUUUUCKS!”Yamcha went berserk when he found out that such a horrible excuse for a map in a video game was picked, but at least it was still a map from Team Fortress 2.
“All right, the rules are simple. Each of you` can see your health on your guns. You start of at a base of 100 health, and lose health every time you are shot. Once your health hits zero, you must wait an entire minute before you can respawn. That’s right, ONE. FULL. MINUTE. Better be careful out there! Any questions?”Nobody has any questions, and they are all eager to start playing. The players are then shown to into a room with gigantic teleporters.
“Once you step in these, you will be instantly transported to the map. I hope you are all prepared. We will give you 30 minutes to think of strategies before we begin.”Yamcha quickly asserted himself as team leader, saying he knows more about video games than everyone on his team combined.
“Ok, if we want to win this, we need to use teamwork. All of you will be given positions that will be ne nest suited for your skill level. We will divide into teams based off of what we are chosen to do. Those of you who will use stealth, come by me, Those sniping, stand to my left. Those who will be flag runners, step to my right. Those who will-“Suddenly, some whiney eight year-old starts shouting:
“HEY BUT WUT ABOUT ME I IZ THE BEST ONE CUZ I AM 1337 PLAYA I PRESTIGE IM MW2 SO YOU ALL LISTEN TO ME CUZ YOU SUCK LOL AND I ARE THE BEST AND-“ “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT UP YOU WHINEY LITTLE PIECE OF CRAP!”Yamcha then punches the kid so hard in the mouth, that the eight-year old can’t talk. Yamcha assembles his strategy, then goes back into the teleporter room.
“All right, step into the teleporter. Good luck everyone.”Word count: 700