Firstly, I must pay tribute, of course. I'll kickstand it in the corner of the room to get the best view of my ritual tribute. Then, I disrobe to my speedo and begin doing the Macarena. Once a sweat has been broken, I shall bathe with it in the kitchen sink, surrounded by incense and shaven ground squirrels. True to my Splamage deities, we are not clean until aforementioned ground squirrels construct wigwams infront of the toaster. Aaahhhh, time to dry off. Time to get.. comfortable.
I'll gently peel off Brink's plastic wrapping. About halfway through 16 Candles, the "SECURITY DEVICE ENCLOSED" tape comes off. Standard operating procedure. The night is still young, and we haven't even begun to customize.
Then I realize the ground squirrels have formed tribes that are now at war with each other! Dear god, why didn't I watch them more closely!? How are such small and artificially hairless creatures so belligerent!? I think quickly enough to pull bowls out of the cupboard and cover each ground squirrel with it's own ceramic dome of solitude. Once they have calmed down, I can then resume the evening with- ... NO! I've been had! Two of the ground squirrels have carried Brink to the chimney while the others feigned quarreling! I'm too far away and can't reach the fireplace before they escape the flume and make off with the love I never got to know. My heart is not stricken to the core with yet another loss of what would have made me happy. "IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD RISING!!", I exclaim. Alas... another night of running around Firing Range with akimbo M9's, looking straight up and running in circles with Marathon and Lightweight on, shouting "You'll never get this, you'll never get this!" when I notice someone trying to shoot me. Misery. Companion since the cradle.
You're my best friend if you actually read all that. Tell me your name. And give me a Dorito.
Let me just say your imagination is at absolutely no risk of dying off. But I'm out of Doritos, so you get a turtle. :turtle:
Turns out May 17th is the day my high school starts rigorous testing. Woe is me. I'll come home, get comfy in my sittin' chair, and download Brink off of Steam.
I'd imagine the rush to download it will be forever, so I'll amuse myself for the three hours it will take by pretending to be a Light Operative and shooting things with my Nerf Raider and jumping around like an idiot.
Then I'll fire up Brink and customize my guy to hide his identity in a way that is both scary and badass. I'll play one or two rounds of Resistance Single Player to get used to the controls, then unlock as much as I can in the Challenges. Then I go back and rock the Single Player campaign.
Then I'll go to sleep and wake up super sad because 7 hours of mandatory exams and testing seperate me from my Brink.