First night of Halo2 and already, the Halo Widows are complaining. Heheh.
I would like to also add that I was unable to perform at the peak of my game because my wife kept asking me to lower the volume of the home theatre, and not talk so loud because the kiddies are asleep. Plus I was the SMS communciations centre for the entire tribe, which meant that very often, I was holding the controller with one hand and texting with the other, which, as the Traffic Police will tell you, is a very easy way to kena accident or killed by aliens and other marines.
New TP campaign: "Don't sms while playing Halo2: It Overturns Lives (and also screws your kill rate)"
Oh, and I have lovely and wonderful wife who lets me game with my mates at 10pm, even though it meant she had to forgo watching tv in the living room (I'll move the Xbox into the study tonight, dear, promise).
At this very moment that I am typing this, the boyfriend is busily flexing his competitive streak and zapping aliens to death.
He, being the irrepressible geek that he is, had literally flown down to Funan Centre the night before to catch the launch of one of this year’s most eagerly anticipated games. All that prior coyness (“Dunno leh, might not go” was his answer when queried) was just an act, I knew he was dying to be one of the first in the world to lay his hands on it. That’s how geeky he is.
So off he went to Funan with the Popartgirl’s beau in tow at midnight, these two crazy gamers. Mr Popartgirl has a history of queueing up in the wee hours of the night for the sake of a game – he had done so when Warcraft 3 was released, hence snatching up for himself and myself (gift for the boyfriend, obviously) a limited edition copy of the game. Anyway, having gotten the game, he (the boyfriend, not Mr P) decided that chatting up sexy, cyber chicks online while playing it would be a good idea and promptly signed up for Xbox Live as well.