It's Seto Kaiba. KAIBA!
So I'm sitting around one day right? And I see this commercial on TV right!? And it's an anime convention, right? So I figure they have a DDR tournament because I'm all asian at that (well... I was.)
Sorry guys. I'm not asian anymore. I'm sorry I've let all my followers down. Yeah, all ... 1/2 of you. You're not even a person. Wait... what!? Ok, disregard that, I'm losing it.
I wish I had the pictures to completely overview my day. But I don't. That's right. 11 hours - 7 pictures. Yeah I know, I'm a lame photographer. I dunno, I just suck with photography, and I always regret it afterwards. Well anyways, I'll get going on explaining all this...
So let's see. We're going to go into flashback mode. It was a very depressing evening. For all of us. But especially for those who gave all they had to give. And yet it was nowhere near sufficient to fulfill the cause, and thus, their hopes were given in vain. We salute you, oh fallen heros. Wait, I sound gay. Let's start this again.
It's a bright sunny saturday morning. He feels the warm sunlight on his cheeks and he rolls over, glad to be in bed on a beautiful saturday morning. But at once, he remembers the events of the past week leading up to today. The young day looked promising in his eyes, gleaming with the excitement of all the children on Christmas morning.
Okay, cut the crap, so I got up, and I'm waiting for Jason to get over -- so we jet around 11:30 or so over to the Sheraton. I've got my Ho hat (props Jenni) and my Faust bag (wow I'm cool) and extra clothes, and a GALLON OF WATER - IN AN ORANGE JUICE CONTAINER. Yeah, people thought I was cool. I mean, what do you expect, everyone thinks you're cool at an anime convention. But anyways, so we drive out. Aw man, I don't want to think about it anymore. Ok, ignore me I'll continue...
So Jovian and Jason arrive at the Sheraton, the car pulling up in front of the hotel. Jason's mother remarks, "Yep, kid's with backpacks. This has got to be it." So with our goodbyes and thank you's, we set out on our way. Reloy joins us at the front, so we head on in for registration and all. Whatever. So ok, we wander around a little bit, making fun of the cosplay people. Let me demonstrate. You can make fun of them too...
It's Seto Kaiba. KAIBA!
No, I actually liked this guy. He was cool. Props.
But in all honesty, back to the story. So we're chillin' out, a little DDR, a little this and that, we're feeling good. It's a happy day of Anime fun. Well, before the DDR toruney, we meet Ryan, the crazy Jap kid who does kung-fu and he can flare. And backflip. And kick your head off. What a cool kid. He was too cool for the DDR tourney, so he left. Actually, he saw those two l337 asian kids play, so then he left. Plus, him and his friends and chick went off anyways, he probably went bangin'. That bastard. Eh, oh well, he backflipped a lot too. So it's all good. We also played DDR on the insane projector outside, which had practically every song ever. Insane.
GO JASON GO JASON GO!
Um... haha?
Anyways, we entered the DDR tourney, and in short, Jason and I qualified, David, failed the qualification, as did Reloy I believe. Sorry guys. Jason schooled "Bubba", it was so funny. Bubba didn't know how to play heavy, and that's all Jason and I play, so Jason rocked him. I mean, Burning Heat!, Bubba didn't stand a chance. He's never even SEEN anything so hard before. My luck was just the same, except the OTHER WAY AROUND. I played with the kid who ended up winning the entire tournament. Crazy asians. It sucked. He forced me to play Secret Rendez-Vous on heavy, then we did my B4U, 'cept he was so much better at it than me. Then the jerk manager set it to Maxx Unlimited, so I was rocked really hard. It was upsetting. But anyways, Jason played his friend the next round, and he got RAPED by all these weird modifiers, like invisible arrows. Sorry bro. But anyways, I hate playing DDR like a white person, you have to stand there with your arms by your side, and make sure you move as little as possible. No, thats not me, I do whatever I can to prove how crazy I am, but you know that might be why my legs are KILLING me now. Yeah, I think I'm out.
Oh by the way, I'm white now too. Shane, you suck. Man, so there's this chick right. Dude, she kicks my ass in DDR and she's sweet at freestyle too. Makes me want to cry. Yeah the guy that won the tournament, his friend, and her, they all play the same. They play whiteslacker-style and get like 700 combos, then they can freestyle it whenever they actually want to. It's sick. I wish I had a vid or something to show you guys, but I don't. They were sick, spin gallops on Tsugaru, I mean, dude. But anyways, I blame this huge sick blister on my foot from the arcades to be my problem. I couldn't DDR worth crap today. Shane kicked me out of the asian race. She called me white. It sucked. Guys, I hate being white. It's no where near as cool, I'm gonna try to get back as soon as I can. Come back from the dark side of the force. Or the WHITE SIDE! Geez. I think all I need to do is crazy stuff in public so a buncha white people yell "AH YOU'RE SO ASIAN!!!" then they will no longer recognize me as their own, and I will be the victor.
I hurt myself playing DDR. Moral: DDR hurts. Idiot. Well ok, sorry, I'm kinda stupid. Right now I have a blister on each foot, a bruised heel, sore legs, and a pulled calf. My legs are DEAD. But that's because we went to the rave in the ballroom, where they were blasting DDR music, and me and Jason were breaking. I accidentally tripped a stupid raver with my 6stepping. Oh wait, backtrack...
So we also enter the GGXX tournament right? In short, Reloy got killed, he was going insane, but he got killed. I got killed first round too. Jason was a beast, but he died. Heh, and in the same room, people were playing Beatmania, I wanna learn how, Shane's good at it. Man, Shane's too asian, I can't wait to have a daughter like Shane. It'll be really really cool. I mean, I'll have a chick that does martial arts and plays with lighters and is beast at DDR and bemani. Dude. Um, yeah, props to Jason for being a beast with Zappa, he got so far, but in the end, it didn't even matter. He lost GGXX. By the way, I hate GGXX, it's for fags.
Hey guess what, my name is Jason. (Jason wanted to bang the white girl playing DDR in the skirt) Hi, my name is Jason. "SKIIIIIIIRT GIIIIIRL!! I WANT TO BAAAAAAANG YOOOOOOOUUUU!!!" Man. Jason, you fag.
We checked into the dealer's room, and we got some funass Eva keychains, I have Misato and PenPen, how badass am I? Yeah that's right. You don't even know. Well, anyways, I don't think theres much left to say about this con, except that my legs hurt, and I lost a lot. Um, well, once again, we went to the rave where they were blasting DDR music and Jason and I were breaking and it was fun. I stole people's glowsticks, put them in my shoes, then did windmills. It was the hardxcore. I even did a stupid headspin because I CAN'T. Haha, it's ok, it was a con. Get it?
Yeh, so anyways. I learned that theres some asian girl named Shane who kicks my ass and in short, she's pretty badass. "My Summer Love" Freestyle. Dang.
