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.