Arlene beat Rez this evening, a game that has been infuriating her for some time. Today, frabjous day, callooh, callay, she is likely to not come to bed wound up into a little ball of hate having been devolved to nothing in the last phase of area 5. My goal is to come back from Ultimate in the same condition for once, neither wound into a little ball of hate nor devolved in the second half.
She is selective in her choices, you understand, and the fact that she likes what’s essentially a first-person shooter came as something of a surprise. The last two games she really took to were Katamary Damacy, which she plays with a distressing intensity, and before that Bejeweled, which I think we can all agree was crack cocaine. She doesn’t like to lose, though, which can result in Tensions Around The Home, because the slope of the gamer learning curve is pretty much one over the time between pushing the start button and seeing the words “Game Over”. She then comes to me and says, as Marvin the Martian might say, “I’m becoming very angry”.
Then, in a manner similar to the one in which she is jabbing me in the ribs right now, she jabs me in the ribs and tells me that we need to get rid of the game. I do not, because she’ll be back.
Also, she has informed me, Snood. She was hard-core with the Snood, for a while there.
Which is all to say, my woman just beat a video game and wanted me to tell the world about it. Hello, world, I have here a woman who beats video games. This is pretty awesome.
Update: Victory makes angry go away.