A game-by-game diary of my attempt to play every Nintendo game. From 8-Eyes to Zombie Nation and everything in between. Even that strange Christian game where you convert people by hitting them with fruit. Just wait. You'll see.
Monday, April 03, 2006
AV - Mahjongg
After 6 long, long months, I get to the first of the games that focus around one of my favorite things on this planet. Naked women. Fuck beer, naked women are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Such is our obsession with naked women that we're happy seeing them even when they're rendered in all their 8-bit glory. Hell, fuck 8-bit glory, we were jacking off to orange legos in "Custer's revenge" for the AtariAnyway. *ahem* On to the game. Turning on the game, my ears are suddenly assaulted by the Nintendo version of a reject from Aphex Twin's last album. No worries, there's a chick on the screen and it looks like she would be happy to get naked if I push the right buttons. Nintendo sound off, Pink Floyd on, and lets see some tits.I will say this. The Japanese are strange, bizarre, frightening people who have a scary fascination with scatology, but they do know how to draw nice tits. Look at just about any Hentai if you don't believe me. At least, any Hentai that doesn't involve suspiciously underage schoolgirls. But we're off to a good start here. Let the jigglevision begin.Groovy. Not only do I get to see naked women, I get to choose. My own little Nintendo-harem. There are some more screens, and then:Um. Problem. I don't know fuck-all about how to play MahJong. I play awhile longer, and it's just like every other god damn mahjong game in the known universe. It makes absolutely no damn sense whatsoever. That's their plan, I realize. Those bastards have me beat. Sucker me in with the promise of naked nintenbabes, and then deliver the cockpunch. "Ha!" they're saying, "We got you, stupid round-eye American bastard! You play mahjong like sheep play piano! You suck. You never see tits now! Ha, Ha, Ha!!!"
Location: Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States
I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds.
And I still have time to do this blog.
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