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After a long and unnoticeable time away from Destructoid, I have returned to blog once again. Now, to lay down the law.

This is my blog. I don't care if you agree with it or not. It's not for your benefit. It's for mine. It's to express my ideas through a medium so they don't bottle up and result in me climbing a clock tower with some form of weaponry and begin hailing bullets down to the unsuspecting civilians below.

Now, down to the nitty gritty. Some of my earliest gaming memories are on the Sega, playing Sonic the Hedgehog and complaining when I got to the water level which required you to collect air bubbles to survive. I then got violently shoved into the world of Playstation and Nintendo64. I’ve always stood by the philosophy that The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (N64) is my mother, and either Crash Team Racing (PS1) or Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace (PS1) is my father. I could never quite tell. Firstly, Ocarina of Time is undoubtedly, in my mind, the greatest game that has ever spawned from the hands of man. It kept me warm on cold nights, taught me almost everything I know, and still keeps an eye on me today. It is my mother. Secondly, Crash Team Racing and The Phantom Menace were both amazing games that I played for hours non-stop, and I’m not really sure which contributed more into creating me. One of them is my father, but it remains a mystery. I had some good times with Pokemon Red on my Gameboy before and around this time, which entertained me for years. I moved onto PS2 (the days of GTA: San Andreas were truly amazing), Xbox, and then to Xbox360 which I enjoyed some good years on, and then I finally became primarily a PC gamer. I’ve got nothing against any console or platform, PC just works better for me.

Honestly though, I'll be using this blog as my "must try and write about something everyday so I don't become rusty" thing. I write for a gaming website that will be launching soon, and it's almost necessary to have a personal blog in which you can keep up your writing skillz, so bare with me while I ramble.

Cheers.

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Pokemon Tournament: Holy Sh*t Nipples Picklemick | 8:31 PM on 04.18.2009 13 comments

Being the nerdy gamer that I am, I decided to host a Pokemon Tournament. Here's how shit went down: You get yourself a gameboy that can play either Pokemon Red, Yellow, or Blue. You get one pair of AA batteries. No legendary birds allowed. No cheating allowed. No glitching allowed. NO SAVING OR LOADING. First to beat the Elite 4 and Gary wins. There were only 4 of us, so it wasn't a massive event, but the minute before the the clock struck 10:00pm was insanely intense. Everyone had their finger on the power button, waiting to harness every precious second of playing time. For the first 3 hours, things were going pretty smooothly. We had an impressive supply of Solo and Cola in the fridge, and all of us were powering away, except for one guy on Pokemon Yellow, who had just reached Mt. Moon when the clock struck 3 hours. Suddenly, disaster struck. The guy who was sitting next to me suddenly froze, and I instantly knew what had happened. His gameboy had died. At first their was suspicion of faulty batteries, but they were soon tested and was all good. And as you may recall, no saving was allowed, so it was begin again, or you're out of the game. He decided to just let it slide, and just watch us play. But being the loving and caring person that I am, i held up my gameboy in a triumphant pose, and flicked off the power. Another guy did the same. It was about 1:30pm at this point, and we had nothing to do. So we watched Fight Club, and the next 7 hours were a blur. However we did manage to create a remake of the Heavy in The Godfather 2: Anyway, at the end of the night, the guy on Pokemon Yellow was still going, because it was his first time playing the game and seemed to become addicted, so we decided the declare him the winner by default. Another notable achievement of the night is the 48 cans of fizzy drank we went through between the 4 of us.