When the
fortunate cookies arrived, we got a number of highly amusing ones. Mine
was eerily specific: "An admirer is too shy to meet you. Be on the
look out and make the first move!"
"Yeah,
and that might be a knee to the groin," I said.
"Ooh,
you have a stalker," somebody said.
Then The
Gryphon opened his, which said that an unexpected guest may come to visit
soon. Considering we live together, this had an ominous ring to it. Then
The Cheshire Cat read his, which encouraged him to "go ahead and
take a chance."
"I
must be your stalker," he joked. I laughed for about two minutes
straight.
We all gathered
back at the home of The Cheshire Cat and The Paper. She was feeling really
under the weather, so she just went to bed. The rest of us chatted. There
had been talk about playing Confed, but we didn't end up doing that. Instead,
we talked about things like pop culture, Jackie Chan movies, recent news
events and video games.
The Court
Wizard told us about some projects he's involved in. He's a video designer.
Of course, he couldn't talk about anything in development, but he talked
about the marketing aspects of the games already out.
Somebody,
I think it was the Court Wizard, had brought the sequel to the video game
Katamari Damacy. It was called We Love Katamari. This is a really cute
Japanese game where the goal is to create these big katamaris, these big
balls made by rolling up whatever is in your path. Different levels have
different challenges which involve targets that might be based on what
type of object to collect, how big to make the ball or other more challenging
goals.
One particularly
fun level has you whipping around a race track at high speed, trying to
get the katamari as big as possible. Agent Smith and the Court Wizard
did this one as a team. There's a mode where you can cooperate, with one
person controlling the left joystick on their controller while the other
uses the right joystick on theirs.
It took
them awhile to get the hang of it, so they frequently got the smack-down
from the King of the Cosmos, who is the galactic ruler who is demanding
that his prince and his cousins complete these tasks. He chides them in
imperfect English, which varies each time with randomly inserted words
at certain parts.
We had a
lot of fun watching them, and because they got the smack-down so many
times, it was that much more rewarding when they succeeded.
I think
there were some allergens in the air, because by the end of the evening,
my eyes were red and I hadn't even been wearing my contacts. The Dormouse
had the same problem and had to use The Gryphon's eye drops.
At about
11 p.m. or so, we said our good-byes for the evening and headed home,
the whole time imagining that we were rolling up everything in our path
into a huge katamari.
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