Beth was right: she can kick ass, and he wonders if she played games like this a lot or at all back before the plague wiped out her planet. Not that it matters: she either did, or she's a hell of a quick study now. The game's not that hard: you can pick shit up, do a variety of kicks that look... fucking pathetic on the little screen. There's also a couple of jumps and punches, the best of which has to be the Flaming Punch, without question.
"I'd like one of those in real life... but not if it takes that long to charge up." He takes his eyes off the DragonNinja just long enough to glance at Beth, just long enough to see she's enjoying the hell out of this. An unspoken thank you goes out to Shipwreck, wherever the fuck he is, for the Christmas present a couple years ago. For all intents and purposes, he'd just about forgotten he had them.
Yeah, a lot of shit's happened in the past couple years. In her swing, Beth Junior stirs and makes a sleepy yawn, but doesn't quite wake up yet.
And that's a good thing: Striker wraps his nunchuks around Little Blue Ninja's shadowy form and takes him down for 300 points.
Go Striker.
Aside from beating the crap out of the ninjas -- which both Blade and Striker are pretty damn good at -- there's not a whole lot of point to the game, but each level has a boss and the first one's pretty easy to get past. The second one's some short little ninja with spiky nails and shit, Striker goes down for the count.
Not enough lives: he's not going to read any damn symbolism into that at all. Setting down the controller, he watches intently as Beth plays on. "Go, Bad Dude. You really are kicking ass."
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:50 am (UTC)"I'd like one of those in real life... but not if it takes that long to charge up." He takes his eyes off the DragonNinja just long enough to glance at Beth, just long enough to see she's enjoying the hell out of this. An unspoken thank you goes out to Shipwreck, wherever the fuck he is, for the Christmas present a couple years ago. For all intents and purposes, he'd just about forgotten he had them.
Yeah, a lot of shit's happened in the past couple years. In her swing, Beth Junior stirs and makes a sleepy yawn, but doesn't quite wake up yet.
And that's a good thing: Striker wraps his nunchuks around Little Blue Ninja's shadowy form and takes him down for 300 points.
Go Striker.
Aside from beating the crap out of the ninjas -- which both Blade and Striker are pretty damn good at -- there's not a whole lot of point to the game, but each level has a boss and the first one's pretty easy to get past. The second one's some short little ninja with spiky nails and shit, Striker goes down for the count.
Not enough lives: he's not going to read any damn symbolism into that at all. Setting down the controller, he watches intently as Beth plays on. "Go, Bad Dude. You really are kicking ass."
He knew she could.