War of the worlds - in Japan..
For all those curious about what really happened in Japan..
Friday 26th September :
8:47am : Nori roll, rice and something that has the chewing texture
of fried cat anus. Beyond a breafast of champions, it is a morning Asian
repast of the metal kings. Despite good food, insane sake and very average
beer the night before, I barely slept. I actually had trouble identifying
some of the pre-dawn city noises. I'm pretty sure it was a truck, but I
prefer to think it was a small robot shaving metal filings off a cyborg
elephant. After doing the ritual of watching the alarm come to life, I
treated Delve and Parcelsus to a rousing morning edition of Motorheads ,'
Ace of Spades' , complete with Beer can salute.
9:21am : At Tokyo Game Show. Still actually have'nt got in yet.
Looking at the other two, I see a reflection of my own patience,
worn razer thin. Delve's lips seem to be whistling silently, quite possibly
the theme from Rambo : First Blood II. My mind returns to a place where the
Tokugawa shogun would do more than look sternfully at such an impudent waste
of time. He would slowly expand, as his neck would quickly constrict before
letting forth a deafening hell-scream. He would lay waste to such disdainful
behaviour with a 20 Megaton Sword, destroying all who represent this so
called Tokyo game...
9:23am : Got in, sweet.
9:57am : Oh crap. Delve and Parcelclus just spotted Hideo Kojima.
Fawning can now be redifined in the dictionary with a more precise, albeit
creepier, definition. There will only be so many times I can hear the word,
'Raiden! Snake!', before a stress induced acid flashback will force me to
test my space/time theory using the bullet train. Snakeater. Great name for
either a bad New Zealand metal band, semi-funny porno or the last in the
Metal Gear Solid series. Hideo, you must be some kind of fucking genius.
10:11am : This place smells exactly the way electricity tastes.
10:47am : O.K. this is eerie. Standing about a demo box of Gran
Turismo 4 (Rolling). Delve and Parcelsus and I, have formed a perfect
trident in front of it. All standing, arms folded in the ,'I don't need this
game to be any closer to me right now', pose. 'Well', says Parcelsus, 'That
sure is the most Gran Turismo game here today.' Everyone nods in agreement.
Including two of the booth babes. We all slowly back away....
11:29am : SHINOBI! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!!
SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!!
SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI! They
have Shinobi here, uh, cool.
11:49am : Err - not shinobi, just a normal ninja. Removed forcibly from game show..
Look. I just can't be bothered. It seemed like fun, many doubted we even went. You decide : -
http://free.hostdepartment.com/q/quartercirclepunch/
I think we did, or just maybe we're a bunch of filthy, rotten, liars.
Friday 26th September :
8:47am : Nori roll, rice and something that has the chewing texture
of fried cat anus. Beyond a breafast of champions, it is a morning Asian
repast of the metal kings. Despite good food, insane sake and very average
beer the night before, I barely slept. I actually had trouble identifying
some of the pre-dawn city noises. I'm pretty sure it was a truck, but I
prefer to think it was a small robot shaving metal filings off a cyborg
elephant. After doing the ritual of watching the alarm come to life, I
treated Delve and Parcelsus to a rousing morning edition of Motorheads ,'
Ace of Spades' , complete with Beer can salute.
9:21am : At Tokyo Game Show. Still actually have'nt got in yet.
Looking at the other two, I see a reflection of my own patience,
worn razer thin. Delve's lips seem to be whistling silently, quite possibly
the theme from Rambo : First Blood II. My mind returns to a place where the
Tokugawa shogun would do more than look sternfully at such an impudent waste
of time. He would slowly expand, as his neck would quickly constrict before
letting forth a deafening hell-scream. He would lay waste to such disdainful
behaviour with a 20 Megaton Sword, destroying all who represent this so
called Tokyo game...
9:23am : Got in, sweet.
9:57am : Oh crap. Delve and Parcelclus just spotted Hideo Kojima.
Fawning can now be redifined in the dictionary with a more precise, albeit
creepier, definition. There will only be so many times I can hear the word,
'Raiden! Snake!', before a stress induced acid flashback will force me to
test my space/time theory using the bullet train. Snakeater. Great name for
either a bad New Zealand metal band, semi-funny porno or the last in the
Metal Gear Solid series. Hideo, you must be some kind of fucking genius.
10:11am : This place smells exactly the way electricity tastes.
10:47am : O.K. this is eerie. Standing about a demo box of Gran
Turismo 4 (Rolling). Delve and Parcelsus and I, have formed a perfect
trident in front of it. All standing, arms folded in the ,'I don't need this
game to be any closer to me right now', pose. 'Well', says Parcelsus, 'That
sure is the most Gran Turismo game here today.' Everyone nods in agreement.
Including two of the booth babes. We all slowly back away....
11:29am : SHINOBI! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!!
SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!!
SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI!! SHINOBI! They
have Shinobi here, uh, cool.
11:49am : Err - not shinobi, just a normal ninja. Removed forcibly from game show..
Look. I just can't be bothered. It seemed like fun, many doubted we even went. You decide : -
http://free.hostdepartment.com/q/quartercirclepunch/
I think we did, or just maybe we're a bunch of filthy, rotten, liars.