Thank fuck it’s Friday. I had the Monday off to recover from Blizzcon (mostly from the retarded hours it’s shown here – it’s like Live Stream jetlag) but I swear the universe, or more specifically, karma has decided that it would draw this week out as much as possible to make it feel like a full working week. Well. I hope your happy karma, mission accomplished – my week has been shit. Anyway, back to the more important stuff.
Last night, I playing a bit of the old Portal 2, CO OP! After clearing the level we had previously been bashing our robotic heads against the non-portal-surface wall, we cleared it and then came to the ‘in between’ level. Let me just say, I love references. And when I stumbled across a portal robot arm in a glass case (ala Terminator), I thought that was pretty fucking awesome. Until 30 seconds later. When I walked past an office window and saw a workstation with a turret placed in the chair. A turret. In a chair. At a computer desk. …winning! But we were progressing pretty decently considering neither of us are major puzzle solvers, mostly RTS for me and FPS for him. And WoW. So yeah. Good considering the circumstances. We found test chamber 8 and whilst brute forcing out way through it, a strange thing occurred – one I never thought possible. I was getting my run up on the orange speedy goo, about to go into a portal and fly to the other side of the room when my co-op partner (and I use the term ever so lightly) shifted his portal at the last second which resulted in two things.
First thing, I think I kinda broke the game by being half in the portal and the wall at the time and as such, not only did my marshmallow robot body smash into the wall at breakneck speed, but secondly, after being half into a portal that was about to reorientate me and throw me across the entire room, m P-Body Aperture Science Testing Robot had a seizure. Now I mean a full blown, epileptic shaking all over, monitor-can’t-keep-up seizure. So I’m sitting her going ‘Aaahhhh what the fuck is going on, I’m having a seizure, holy shiiiit’ and slowly but surely, trying to walk around with my robot tripping out, it gets closer and closer to that giant pool of robot melting acid. I fall in. I have mixed emotions. On one hand, I died, that sucks. On the other hand, I died, so that should clear up the seizure thing. That’s good. -_- That’s not what happened. I fall out of my robot reconstruction tube and my robot seizure apparently has the ability to cross time and space and deconstructed robots. So after another twenty seconds of watching my robot flail around and listening to my co-op partner laughing so hard he’s crying, I threw in the towel and went and finished my Bioshock 2 save.
True story.
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