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The VGC-Video Game Comics for those of you outside the digital world

Like I've said before, this is not meant to be a keep-you-updated-on-my-life blog. However, I believe a scope into this part of my life will do you some good.

I'm the "VG Comics Club" sponsor and I'm taking notes...dubious notes. The verbiage and acks. are unreal!


(Game Informer Magazine, 202nd edition is in the center of the circle, creating quite a stir. The newbie brought it in...strategic move)


"System Shock II...yea it scaaaaared me, in 1999" (that was when he was 2 years old)
"That's a cool mini gun!"
"I'm not even sure I could find that on ebay." (in reference to the mini guns)
"That's from Halo War right? Rated T for Teenager?"
"Rated T games aren't as much exciting as the other games" (light years ahead of his time)
"Spartacus Blood and Sand is not like Spartacus!" (heeeeello?)
"I was 7 years old and I bought a rated M game, Time Splitters, and I loved it." (M means mature, duh. Time Splitters is about stopping Zombies in a mansion, get in the net!)
"Instead of buying a DSI, just trade in your DS Light. Unless you have a lot of Game Boy games, then you should keep the DS Light." (DS standing for Digital System??? That's all I got)

Happy Friday Gamers!

Comments

stephanier said…
well this originates from "nintendo DS" the new gameboy... i think DS stands for "dual screen" but after a google/ wiki search, it also says it could stand for "developers system." a DSi has a camera :)

blow their minds with that!
February 3, 2010 at 1:19 PM
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