GoW3 and the Happy Dance

I am not really talking to anyone in this heat. I am so aggravated by the weather I am afraid it won’t take me long to get pissy. My hair won’t dry for crap sake. Grrrrr. I won’t divulge the things I do with ice but believe me; sexual self-gratification has absolutely nothing to do with it. Unfortunately.

Oh…and here is crappie news….my $4 Dark Messiah game quit. Son of a….yeah…at Chapter 8 I go to enter another section which is a load….and it loads….and loads….and loads….and for the sake of Pete, loads. Just when it was getting sort of interesting. Better than Two Worlds but a bit odd for a next gen game. So, I wonder if I just trot into Blockbusters and rent the game if it will let me play on from my last save rather than begin again. Eeek. Its not that good but my curiosity and desire to finish it has really got me considering giving it a try.

 

 

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Now some good news….my hubby felt bad because we didn’t do anything for our wedding anniversary. He was let go from his work and then my beloved son decided he needed to get a new place and hit us up with that he either needed us to “loan” (read ‘give’ cause that is what it is) him the last month’s rent (for a first month, last month new place) or…he’d be living on the street. Guilt!!! So, I Mum-ed up and gave him the money with a stern lecture and the hubby and I decided we’d forgo the anniversary celebration this year. Kids! (We usually have a one night stayover in a Jacuzzi room luxery hotel with a fab dinner brought in and bottle of wine to assist the evening’s friskiness, er, festiveness.) I can’t remember why I had kids…oh yeah…it was accident….wasn’t it? Anyhow, hubby felt a tad bad and when he picked me up from work had an Alan Wake up his sleeve…okay, he had kinda hidden it down the side of the truck seat. But holy moly. So….now you all know why I married him. He knows the heart and soul of his gamer girl and is always delighted when I squeal over my latest game desire. Actually he is kinda delighted by some other squeals I make however…ahem, they have nothing to do with this story….so, we’ll save THOSE for another time, perhaps.

 

 

Where was I? Oh yeah. Alan Wake. *giggle*

 

 

Only it is so bloody HOT I whimper at the thought of sitting in front of my heat emanating TV but…a gamer girl has gotta do what a gamer girl is born to do so I expect to drop the game in quite soon because I simply have to game.

 

 

AND….GoW3 is coming soon too. AIEEEEE!!!!! I have screamed with such glee it scared the cat which fled the room so fast there was only a telltale fluff of lose fur slowly wafting to the floor. Hope he comes back eventually.

 

 

Can’t you feel the love? People!!! Can’t you just feel the vibration of my happy, oh so happy dance? Marcus Fenix is coming back! Oh I hear my song….”My boyfriends back and your gonna be in trouble…” Yeah, he is my man. We’re gonna kick ass, deliver death and save the world.

 

I loved him from the beginning of GoW, right at tutorial, when I commanded him to duck behind a concrete barrier and he did, and then I told him to leap it and hot ass it to the next one and he leapt with speed, agility and panache, with a sexy little tuck up to the next barrier that left my mouth hanging agape at the sheer smooth beauty of it. Love. A game dude that does precisely what he is told, when told to do it, who just snaps to it. No button mash, no groan of my frustration, to “toot” because he failed. Oh no. He was tight on performance and I loved him for it. Oh the joy, the glee…and he is beefy and geared from balls to armpits and tight assed and nobody, NOBODY, owns the words “Oh shit” quite like Marcus. He is bliss. Gruff and tough. Yes, it is love. Love, love, love. And I have stood (rather, I sat) through every campaign making him pwn it like the hardcore Marine with attitude that he is. OH YES. Love. Master Chief? Pleezzzz. The boy hides behind a visor…he could be a pimpled Carrot Top behind that glass for any of us know. But Marcus? He hangs his scarred-up mug out there like a rabid bulldog with the snarl to match. Ah….yes….tis LOVE.

 

And I was a bit disappointed by GoW2. It was so short. Over so soon. It was like being fucked, money thrown on the nightstand and a growl of “See yah around, Dollface” over his shoulder as he opens the door and exits and I whimper “Where yah going, Fenix?” and he says “Gotta go” and that was it. I was wondering “What? That wasn’t enough” but I am alone, in the dark. Miserable.

 

 

Nice graphic novel drama huh….teehee.

 

 

Yeah….so I really hope GoW3 (you can feel me doing that happy dance again can’t yah) will be longer.

 

BUT HERE IS THE BITCH. I saw a pic for GoW3 (wheeee, still happy dancing every time I type it, say it, yell it, sing it) and up front centre is my man and….a chick. A chick? Closer inspection. Definitely a chick. That is gonna mess up the testicles party these boys have been having. Lots of other he-man Marines squared up to him. Why the chick? Then I thought…okay, a female marine…um….alright….maybe she won’t get in the way. Only then I breeze the caption. If you don’t want a spoiler right here? Shut your eyes…cause I am about to pull a jealous fit….she is none other than Anya. You remember Anya? No? Well she was the nifty, efficient Comms Offc. So what the hell is she doing buffed and geared up? Shit. I kinda like her more civil self….this is weird. So who fills her shoes now? And….oh hell, its so obvious that bitch is after my man Marcus. How pathetic a chick is she that she is soooooo desperate to suck his dick (or do more) that she decides she needs to sign up at Gold’s Gym, pack the muscle and gear up with guns and shit to finally ball the Fenix. Bitch. Big, fucking whore bitch. I am pouty and sweaty now.

 

 

Um. Hold up.

 

 

Wonder if I get to play her at some point and rub her up against Marcus….pervy game play….hayyyyy, this could actually work out.

Stay cool everyone. Water up a lot, pee often and stay out of the sun…it eats your brains worse than zombies. Peace out.