Flipping Squirrels

Why is it that after a tough week where I just can't help but pull my hair out that I require a bit of destruction?

No, seriously.

Now, I'm not one for video games. I couldn't tell you what happens in Final Fantasy IV, or how to beat Ganonwhosits in Zelda. But my brother just happens to have a hand-me-down N64 that he got from Pat. It was my own fault that I bought him Perfect Dark. Then I probably wouldn't have tried Conker's Bad Fur Day at all.

Perfect Dark was an N64 game that I bought used out of GameStop at the Galleria for Tarrith. He'd been talking about how he needed more games, and it looked intriguing. But then again, Drac was with me and an avid gamer- so just about anything he reccommended sounded intriguing. And somehow, I forgot for two days that it was a shooting game that I had bought him- and that it was my duty as a sister to play it with him. It took me about a month before we switched the settings to paintball mode permanantly.

The thing about Conker's is that he plays the main games alone, and plays the multi-play games with me. At the wedding, JR flat out told me- in about ten words or less- That I had no killing instinct. (When the man's right... he's right.) Which is probably why I take such minor delight in slicing nazi teddi bears (teddiz) into green goo as they splutter and mumble angrily.

The slicing is because- unlike Perfect Dark, I can't properly weild the weapons to shoot before a Katana-teddi severs my grey neck from my body.

Despite the fact that Conker was a tame side-character in an earlier game, the apparently warm and fuzzy atmosphere of the game from someone watching someone else play the main portion belies the more adult content within. And when it's at it's zenith, it's downright hilarious. Or disgusting. Depending. It's a sense of humor thing.

On the whole, though, watching my character poing like a bouncy ball, doing air-flips that belong in Crouching Teddi, Hidden Squirrel, I can't help but wonder...

Does this have anything to do with the outspokeness towards dad's Squirrel-catching?
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Nah.