I'm droobies, a late 20's gamer and a collector of retro games and consoles. Currently, I've got 11 consoles, 10 of which are ready to play at will: Xbox 360, Wii, PS2, Dreamcast, N64, SNES, NES, 32X, Genesis, Master System, and Atari 2600.
I've made a couple guest appearances on RetroForce Go! and Failcast. You may know me from my "artwork" being displayed on a gigantic screen at the Destructoid Panel at PAX '08.
What's up Dtoid community? I was recently a contestant in Chatterbox's Treasurebox gameshow @ PAX (thanks Alon and Rich (hehe). So, once upon a time in a Stickam Chatroom far far away, I cleaned up on answering some questions from last year's Treasurebox event. Somewhere along the way I got nominated to semi-represent Destructoid for this year's Treasurebox.
It was Ben reppin' Chatterbox, Kelly reppin' Penny-Arcade, and me... acting like the drunk uncle in the stead of one absent Ron Workman. In my defense, I was a couple sheets to the wind after downing a few free drinks from the Game Trailers' party at the War Room which was about 10 blocks away from the convention hall. We even got the opportunity to attempt to avoid one Robert Summa.
After a couple of failed questions regarding games I'll never play in my entire life, and a few dropped balls I should have caught, I was so behind that I nominated some random guy to come up in my stead while I went piddle. Needless to say, he didn't aid our cause too much. Luckily, I was able to act like a jackass, get a few epic lulz, and allow Dtoid to yell and scream 10 times louder than anyone for Chatterbox or Penny-Arcade, although I think 8 times the volume can be attributed to Lauren.
So here I am, a hollow shell of a man beaten senseless in front of a few hundred people, yet I come baring the gifts from the fruits of my defeat. Neglecting my total suckage, yet totally setting the example (good or bad, you take your pick) for Dtoiders, here is what I'll soon be offering to all of you in the form of epic contests.
Haha, got you all good, fuckers. This isn't another blogspam top 5 post to knock down blog posts with actual content in them. See, I'm already over two sentences, and I haven't even linked to some other gaming site (and I won't in any of my blog posts). That's what sending in tips is for, and I blog (unofficially) for/with the DTOID community in mind, or at least as far as the Stickam side of things is concerned. I work in partnership with Asian Rage and Asian Rage Part 2.
Without further ado, I bring you yet another epic Stickam happenings:
Yet another instance of a great random encounter with someone that joined our room in Stickam. I'd explain it, but there aren't words available in either spoken or written language.
Okay, so for those of you not in the know, we run a nightly chatroom in stickam called Yay M&Ms (NamelessTed reference, ftw). On average, this chatroom ranks around the top 10 in Stickam chats. Anyway, it's filled with the usual Dtoid fodder such as videogame discussion, social chat about completely random things, CJP farting into mics, Angelsdontbun doing his Sal Rosenburg impressions, Puppet being a dick to fat girls (any woman weighing over 90 pounds), guess the videogame soundtrack via Milky, random music playing, Ted's Jew-Fro cam, electro-lemon dancing, and various randoms entering chat only to be scared away by our antics. I even lip synch to bad 80's tunes.
Last night, after consistent bombardment by 80's hair metal, electro_lemon decides he wants to dance to some "Hungry like the Wolf" by the one and only Duran Duran. After acquiring said MP3, I begin to broadcast it over the stickam channel. After the removal of his shirt, some "cabbage-patching" and a really bad robot, Electro starts working out a sweet pelvic thrust move when one of his parents walk in. Needless to say, his feed abruptly ends and we all laugh for a good 10 minutes as we realize that he just got OWNED!
Electro, you're one of the reasons that stickam chat is so much fucking fun, and we hope you didn't get into too much trouble, but fuck if we didn't have the most epic laughs ever. Thanks man, and we'll see you in a couple weeks... hopefully.
Many of you may be wondering who the fuck is Norwegian Tina? Is she a Norse Goddess sent to Vent Chat to sort out our usual sausage party? Is she the alter ego of Ron Workman after one too many drinks? Or is she just some haggard chick who sent a few pics of her tits with "Spice Girls" written on them in glitter puff paint? Fuck if I know.
What I do know is that if you were there, it was epic. Here's a quick recap (forgive me, as I wasn't there when she arrived): Norwegian chick gets bombarded by questions from about 15 dudes in the Vent Chat. Somehow one of them acquires the above-linked pic of BEWBS. Hilarity ensues as Ron "Greybush" Workman starts asking her random questions about Cleveland Steamers, Sheep, watching gladiator movies, and pepperoni nipples. Lauren then comes in, and Tina's glad another girl is in the chat (big mistake there, Tina). Lauren proceeds to talk about her big ten inch and how it needs to belong in Tina's pooper. Destructoid crew comes in to sweep Ron away from the chat for the latest Podtoid recording, and the entire fiasco moves to Stickam for webcammy goodness.
Somewhere along the way Lauren continues to berate Tina, Electro Lemon is making it rain dollar bills (and some $20's in there, li'l pimp), Twisted Imp shows off his own pepperoni nipples, and then Sausage Fingers busts out a pimp hat. Tina bolts, Stickam continues to be hilarious for a bit as Gregor and Lemon are now both sporting pimp hats, and screencaps get crazy-go-nuts. Many copies of photoshop get fired up, Lauren posts a blog, a thread gets made, and a new D'toid star is born. Tina, you're that shining star... or just some haggard chick in Norway.