I do have a particularly gripping story for why I continue to "game", so please, stay awhile and listen...
When I was a young boy of the ripe old age of ten, I met my best friend. His name was Johnny Balls and he was dying. You see, although he was young and full of life, god hated him and endowed Ballsy boy with a brain tumor. Doctors gave him no more than 1 year to live. During his fall into the unknown territory we call death, Johnny and I played checkers together. As he moved from school, to home, to hospital, so did our checker board. Sometimes he would beat me and sometimes I would beat him. Every now and then, I'd be on a roll and kick the shit out of his bald ass. Ahhh... the good times. When the fateful day of his death finally came, I mourned. Knowing that my dead friend was rotting in the ground, I became enthralled in the game of checkers. In the name of Johnny Balls, I would be the best checkers player the world had ever known!
I entered a tournament as my first step to accomplishing this goal. I ended up not going because I was too busy plaing this F**KING AWESOME game my new best friend turned me onto. Pac-man.
Yep, that's why I game. Because it's too much fun.










. When he´s not with his girlfriend, he´s always calling me to play some multiplayer games.
