Stage 3: The Fall
On the next day, my math lecturer miraculously decided that it's a good idea to get paid without wasting his time on fifty sleepy students, and so, driven by madness, I've decided to go to the arcade early in the morning to give the music machine a try.
Like everything else that opens in the morning on a working weekday, the arcade was empty. The usual noises and kids disappeared as if I pressed the mute button on the volume remote. Only the DDR machine brings in occasional soft music and silly remarks such as "this is a game that you play with your feet!"
Dumb fuck, I know that I have to use my feet. I've seen people play on you before. I've seen newbies fail. I can see myself failing on a song while trying to stomp like there's ants in my pants. And yet, seeing that I'm there and there's no other games that I'm remotely interested in, I've decided to give it a try.
"One quarter…" I counted.
"Two quarters…"
"DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION!"
Shocked, I slid a step back like last time, only that I found myself landing on the bar behind me. So that's what it's for, besides being a gymnastics bar for some dumb fucks who train their Olympic routines on a dancing machine.
I went through the selections as if I've been playing this game for eons. I shuffled through the list of songs never made known to human kind, and stopped at one that dealt magic into my veins before.
Only You.
Here comes the arrows. Left. Oh shit, I think it's right… oh shit, down. Where's the down arrow… now the arrow is gone… fuck this shitty game… left and right? How the hell am I suppose to go left and…
"You have a hard time today! Wait for your next challenge!"
That's it?
I've had enough of this shit. It is as if I don't get humiliated enough in real life, and I'm some kind of masochist bitch that needs a whipping from some virtual DJs every now and then? Forget about it! Why don't I just grab a pickaxe and…
"Whoa, watch it!"
Another funny virtual remarks by the DJ? What now, I didn't even put quarters in this time! And before I knew it, I forgot that there's half a feet of bevel on the dance pad, and I fell.
On the next day, my math lecturer miraculously decided that it's a good idea to get paid without wasting his time on fifty sleepy students, and so, driven by madness, I've decided to go to the arcade early in the morning to give the music machine a try.
Like everything else that opens in the morning on a working weekday, the arcade was empty. The usual noises and kids disappeared as if I pressed the mute button on the volume remote. Only the DDR machine brings in occasional soft music and silly remarks such as "this is a game that you play with your feet!"
Dumb fuck, I know that I have to use my feet. I've seen people play on you before. I've seen newbies fail. I can see myself failing on a song while trying to stomp like there's ants in my pants. And yet, seeing that I'm there and there's no other games that I'm remotely interested in, I've decided to give it a try.
"One quarter…" I counted.
"Two quarters…"
"DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION!"
Shocked, I slid a step back like last time, only that I found myself landing on the bar behind me. So that's what it's for, besides being a gymnastics bar for some dumb fucks who train their Olympic routines on a dancing machine.
I went through the selections as if I've been playing this game for eons. I shuffled through the list of songs never made known to human kind, and stopped at one that dealt magic into my veins before.
Only You.
Here comes the arrows. Left. Oh shit, I think it's right… oh shit, down. Where's the down arrow… now the arrow is gone… fuck this shitty game… left and right? How the hell am I suppose to go left and…
"You have a hard time today! Wait for your next challenge!"
That's it?
I've had enough of this shit. It is as if I don't get humiliated enough in real life, and I'm some kind of masochist bitch that needs a whipping from some virtual DJs every now and then? Forget about it! Why don't I just grab a pickaxe and…
"Whoa, watch it!"
Another funny virtual remarks by the DJ? What now, I didn't even put quarters in this time! And before I knew it, I forgot that there's half a feet of bevel on the dance pad, and I fell.