A Venture into the World of Video Games

Sort of, anyhow.

The other day, which would more or less be today, I was invited to a simply stupendous sleepover consisting of three people: myself, my friend, and my friend’s little brother. This exceptionally large party was rather rowdy, with excessive screaming, dancing, wild crowds, and of course, booze. (I may or may not be kidding.) (Fine. I am.) The beginning of this marvelous event was marked with an intended anime marathon, namely, Azumanga Daioh (we had unfortunately already completed most of Inuyasha and all of Fruits Basket and Ouran High School Host Club.) However, I, having seen up to episode 20, could hardly bear rewatching the first nineteen so that my friend and said little brother would be able to catch up.

Long story short, we ended up playing a video game.

It may shock you that I have never played a video game before (at least, not longer than ten minutes, anyway.)

I see by your scoff that you are not surprised that a no-lifer like myself has never played a video game before (at least, not longer than ten minutes, anyway.)

In any case, this video game was a Mario-something-or-other-8, and we used a Wii system. One of those things where you have this white thing and you shake it about and press buttons to do things, in a very thingy-ful way.

It was fun. I think. Except, of course, that I lost everything I touched. Until that one minigame. At, perhaps, 4 o’clock in the morning. When my friend and her little brother had collapsed into a deep slumber, faces buried in apples. And I won it.

Oh, yeah.