And here we are again, with slightly smaller boots.
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Ohh boy, where to begin. Well on the basis that I hadn't slept the night prior to Escapism boring people with a recount of the previous day would be unfair. Let's snap to the action instead.
The train ride, like all my train rides it seems, consisted of entertaining notions of slaughter while a screaming child sat a few seats back with its overly vocal mother and her equally vocal friends. Maybe they were just yelling to further upset the kid rather than quietening it down or maybe they genuinely thought getting me to move carriage (to where a slightly less unhappy baby was just gurgling) was a good idea. They could at least have glued its jaw shut with some toffee or something. I can only hope it grows up to be like me as revenge.
After answering the call of nature I spotted Fire Daemon's curls from across the foyer and made a bee-line for him. He, Inconsistencies Arise and Indigo Dingo had claimed us a table. I was thankful as standing around and hoping people who claim tables will combust as I glare at them is a pain in the backside.
Azmael Silverlance found us soon after I turned up to brighten the day with a little bit of insanity. Made for fun times all around. Marq, being metal, stood nonchalantly to one side of the area we were sitting in while he tried to work out if we were the strange people off the internet he had come to see. Or maybe it was the sunglasses talking to him. They increased his intimidation by 20% according to Simon (or Archiael) who'd turned up just before him.
Caimekaze was fashionably late, as he is of habit to be. Of course we teased him about it. As no-one else seemed forthcoming we headed out to toddle towards Darling Harbour. Being punctual in this case meant turning up about an hour before hand so instead of standing around like lemmings we decided to hit the food court. Nourishment +3 and all that. Not all of us partook.
The gelato was godly. I recommend it to any intergalactic travellers who decide to drop by Sydney. And to local ones as well, though I figure they all know about it anyway.
It took a bit to work out exactly what we were doing for the bowling. Insert Comedy Here and his older brother turned up as we were just sorting it out and we wound up with two lanes and ridiculous shoes. The depressing state of my score shall not be accurately recalled (it was my second ever game dammit) while others did shockingly well, with two scores of 139 between our lanes.
There being an arcade on the same floor as bowling and laser tag we were able to kill more time before the people from Australian Gamer turned up and we could kick their arses. I played Caime at pool while strolled around shooting things and making loud "DING!" noises on air hockey. Tried that too for a while. I'm proud to say that my lack of experience at bowling was made up for by lightning fast reflexes and violence on the table. After beating Dingo I proceeded to waltz through games with Azmael, losing one out of 5 or so total.
Then Caime found an odd variation on DDR consisting of four corner pads and a central one. And lag. Ohhhh the lag. We almost died laughing while he stared slack-jawed at a screen which twitched every several seconds. Having picked a metal song, he was able to work up some decent combinations by enacting double-kick with random pads. Starwars Podracer was right next to it which found much hilarity with people as well. You truly do need Jedi reflexes to play that thing.
However, not even these could offer the kind of entertainment we wanted for long, so it was off to the waiting lounge to hang around and wait for other people to show. Marq started drinking when I told him it was 1pm with a combination of Vodka and Redbull. Smelt like something out of a chem lab to me. There was more pool and eventually the guys from Australian Gamer turned up.
After a little while of "Hi! We're from the internet!" we decided that all the people who were going to turn up had, so went to hit the Tag Pit. Escaparinos were in green, Aus Gamer in blue, and for our first game there was this bunch of small people running around in pink too. We had instructions to play nice with them. Maybe.
Lasers flew like over long rods of death. I now regret not taking a kaleidoscope to produce a short-range shotgun effect. Thanks to Ultrajoe, I know what to do next time. It was a game similar to capture the flag but as no team really knew where their base was it became a team deathmatch. I spent a lot of time storming the Blues or just hunting them down. Proved very effective actually, as I came third overall in point score. For that round anyway.
The second saw tactics more employed than the chaos of before. We grouped up and stomped around together. Working out our base helped. Several people stayed back to defend against this rounds group of people half our size. I think I annoyed a few of the Aus. Gamer people. They were reduced to having three people just standing there shooting me constantly and screaming "Outoutout!" to try and stop me killing them.
Despite some truly epic moves, Escaparinos won again. There was much celebration amongst us while the others scowled a little and vowed to each other to do better next time.
The final game was epic. Despite the presence of small annoyances we glared at each other and made battle like would-be Italian tyrants. There was not an organisation of attack squads as there was us yelling and charging through to their base, guns blazing. Australian Gamers were cornered out behind their base and cursing while we tried to work out how to shoot the bloody thing. No matter the angle or the aim it just wouldn't make the "Base is taking damage!" calls we so desperately wanted. Alas, we were evicted from that to make a second attempt later. I stuck around for some easy points until they used the same method as last time to swamp me with laser fire.
The bastards. I think they beat us that time too, by 500 points or so. We didn't stick around to find out the final score and instead hit the bar for drinks. I let the round of water be on me having spent most of my money already.
Our growling stomachs saw us farewelling the opposing force after handshakes and calls of "Good game" all around. We progressed back downstairs to get lunch. The Thai take away was of a similar standard to the gelato. A truly spectacular way to refill after running around for an hour and a half.
From food, we went to the traditional home of Escapism Sydney: Galaxy World. The games were a siren call to us, dragged by the inner ear, tempted by the pixels. Tradition also demanded that we introduce all those who did not know of it to Let's Go Jungle: LITIOS. I suspect that Marq will be forced to have a go next time as well.
There was more air hockey played. I won again (Oh yeahhhhhh...) And again. Etc. I paused a moment after winning to contemplate the people who were not there. Bastards the lot of them! Then it was on to House Of The Dead 4 for me. I got surprisingly far with only one life. Racing games occupied some time along with more profanity than an episode of Zero Punctuation and just as much ill will.
Then, alas, it was time to depart.
Caimekaze had disappeared off after some laser tag, while I can only assume that Insert Comedy Here and his brother were taken by The Ether for Gord-knows what. Dingo made his way off and the rest of us, Marq, Daemon, Azmael, Inconsistencies Arise and myself returned to Central station. I'm not sure what they did for a train stole Daemon and I away within a few minutes. I can't even recount what happened on the way back as, being exhausted, I slept. Journalistic apologies to all.
It was an epic day. There were lots of giggles. There was Epic, and arse-kicking. We Must Do This Again. Around Easter next year perhaps.
Be there or be a quadrilateral thing-um-y.
Insert Comedy Here and Brother
Simon aka Archiael and Fire Daemon
Taken by Azmael
Taken by Azmael
Taken by Azmael