The Game of PONG
By Jon Betz
As the small sphere of light gleamed in the darkness, the game began. An intense rush of light and dark clashing to form an array of simple, yet meaningful moves. In an instant, the ball shoots past one of the bars of light, one point. Each one of the paddles movements seems to....Wait a minute......This can't be right......
Don't worry. This fanfic is not a documentary on Pong or an insightful view of a match, but more of a lot of a collection of jabber about how cool I think Pong is, and how you know when you are too obsessed (if that is possible)
Top ten ways to tell you are too obsessed with Pong:
All the clothes you wear are black with white dots.
Every time you pass by someone, you yell out "BOOP. Another Point!"
You always carry two paddles with you and randomly hit white people with them.
You spend all of your time dreaming of white balls.
You like to randomly yell out "I am a Pong champion!" (Not advised)
You call your mother "paddle one" and your father "paddle two."
You like to turn off the lights in your room while wearing a glow-in-the- dark suit and bounce around and run into the walls.
You have more than five versions of Pong running on your computer.
You have a bumper sticker that reads "I break for Pong balls."
You have read this much of my fanfic.
The last thing I wanted to say in this is that I believe that Pong is great. Anybody who doesn't like Pong should be yodeled at repeatedly. Pong rules!
By Jon Betz
As the small sphere of light gleamed in the darkness, the game began. An intense rush of light and dark clashing to form an array of simple, yet meaningful moves. In an instant, the ball shoots past one of the bars of light, one point. Each one of the paddles movements seems to....Wait a minute......This can't be right......
Don't worry. This fanfic is not a documentary on Pong or an insightful view of a match, but more of a lot of a collection of jabber about how cool I think Pong is, and how you know when you are too obsessed (if that is possible)
Top ten ways to tell you are too obsessed with Pong:
All the clothes you wear are black with white dots.
Every time you pass by someone, you yell out "BOOP. Another Point!"
You always carry two paddles with you and randomly hit white people with them.
You spend all of your time dreaming of white balls.
You like to randomly yell out "I am a Pong champion!" (Not advised)
You call your mother "paddle one" and your father "paddle two."
You like to turn off the lights in your room while wearing a glow-in-the- dark suit and bounce around and run into the walls.
You have more than five versions of Pong running on your computer.
You have a bumper sticker that reads "I break for Pong balls."
You have read this much of my fanfic.
The last thing I wanted to say in this is that I believe that Pong is great. Anybody who doesn't like Pong should be yodeled at repeatedly. Pong rules!