Jan 4
Grief
Last night, I was pulled away from a rousing game of Fallout 3 to play Left 4 Dead with Talking Time people. As per usual, it was a damn, damn good time. That game was great! But after we finished a Versus mode on Blood Harvest, we started talking about what to do, and it was decided that we would open the game publicly, get in an Xbox Live party, and grief.
It was a damn good time.
Not that I have any innate skill at such things. I’m not really adept at being annoying or whatever in various ways. My mind does not instantly figure out how to annoy people within the confines of a a game, especially a game I’m enjoying playing as advertised. But goodness, just being a part of it made me laugh so damn hard. We had so much fun doing shit like getting all the infected into the safe room and locking them in, and using Infected escorts, and accidental party-killing molotovs… It was an hilarious time, and once again proved that, without voice chat, these sorts of games aren’t NEARLY as fun. If we were making jokes and laughing the whole time, it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun.
Still, a part of me wonders if I should feel bad being such an ass to these random Xbox Live people. I mean, they could have been nice guys who just wanted to play some Left 4 Dead. Then again, we are talking about people on Xbox Live. The majority of them are dicks. The odds are extremely good that they deserve a little griefing. Still, I suppose that’s kind of a bad thing to say…
Aww, what the hell. I had a damn good time. They could have and probably should have left the game the moment we did something retarded. I refuse to feel bad about the fun times. The party times. Yeah yeah yeah.