GameGirl

Yes i do agree it should be optional. I remember when the DS first came out games made you use the touch screen bcause it was new and made you utilize it and some of the games suffered. Then they got smart and make it an option and gave you the choice to touch the screen for somethings or use the Dpad, and games are awesome because of the choice like on Chrono Trigger uses it Brilliantly. Also reminds me of the sixaxis (which i always hated that name there is only 3 axis X, Y, Z but sony wanted to be cool and say 6 :-p ) anywho the game Lair was supposed to a really cool and fun game but they gave no option and made you use the sixaxis and no other choice and the controls sucked and ruined the game.

Great question and great answers everyone :-D

PhoenixxxAZ1974 wrote:

Yes i do agree it should be optional. I remember when the DS first came out games made you use the touch screen bcause it was new and made you utilize it and some of the games suffered. Then they got smart and make it an option and gave you the choice to touch the screen for somethings or use the Dpad, and games are awesome because of the choice like on Chrono Trigger uses it Brilliantly. Also reminds me of the sixaxis (which i always hated that name there is only 3 axis X, Y, Z but sony wanted to be cool and say 6 :-p ) anywho the game Lair was supposed to a really cool and fun game but they gave no option and made you use the sixaxis and no other choice and the controls sucked and ruined the game.
Great question and great answers everyone :-D

Yeah. I never got the DSi because of the dropped support for GBA games and the fact that I have the original DS. I agree with you about Chrono Trigger though. It is much better on the DS than it was on the SNES. Lair sucked balls and had potential. They had a patch for analog controls, but it's sloppy. Back when Lair came out, I had to choose between that and Warhawk. I'm glad I chose Warhawk. Anyway, on topic with Natal, it should be optional. Hopefully they improve it more before releasing it because I read articles saying that Natal had problems sensing the movement of people with darker skin. I don't know how true that is. Natal will sell a lot when it launches. Everyone knows about it more or less in my area. Even my friend's mom talked to me about Natal and she knows nothing about video games. I think Natal will be great when it comes out, but personally I hope "Project Natal" is just a working title. There's something I just don't like about the name.

ok so funny thing happened to me the other day. i was watch porn and as i was skipping through chapters and come up to this one that looked like sunny costa rica. so i decided to watch it because i like scene in tropical places. So as i am watch the guy is sitting there alone but for some reason he kinde of reminded me of richard simmons in a poncho god only know why. but it started to worry me because thought i may have accidentally put in a gay porno. so i start to get weirded out. when all of a sudden i see a female coming into the scene so i start relaxing thinking to myself this is going to be ok it not gay porn. when much to my suprise it was my mother in a hippopotamus print shirt. talk aout the worse day of your life. yeah that was not good for me at all i am scarred for lifr because of it. "so i ask you this have any of you ever had anything this fucked up happen to you?"

edit sorry messed up firt story.

ok so funny thing happened to me the other day. i was watch porn and as i was skipping through chapters and come up to this one that looked like sunny costa rica. so i decided to watch it because i like scene in tropical places. So as i am watch the guy is sitting there alone but for some reason he kinde of reminded me of richard simmons in a poncho god only know why. but it started to worry me because thought i may have accidentally put in a gay porno. so i start to get weirded out. when all of a sudden i see a female coming into the scene so i start relaxing thinking to myself this is going to be ok it not gay porn. when much to my suprise it was my mother in a hippopotamus print shirt. talk aout the worse day of your life. yeah that was not good for me at all i am scarred for lifr because of it. "so i ask you this why is it that gamergirls dont find me sexy?

think natal is dumb if thy foce on people all should get a choice or not some might not have money to buy upgrade stuuf

Today I went sky diving. I looked out of the plane I almost backed down. I still decided to jump, knowing I would never do it if I thought about it anymore. I jumped out and landed in a small field. I realized quickly that I had no idea where I was. I left the field, finding a small dirt road. I looked around, knowing that there were no dirt roads in my town.

I went against my better judgment and walked down the path. It was a long path that seemed to stretch for miles. People passed me in jeeps but no one offered me a ride. This place was full of assholes. I spotted a sign in the distance, was I near a town, was salvation near? I ran towards it as I spotted the words, "Welcome to Costa Rica, home of... dirt."

Costa Rica, I was quickly reminded of the South Park episode, that was a good episode. I saw a small village near. I looked at my clothes, they were flashy, full of 'bling bling' (As we call it on the streets) I went behind a nearby hut and grabbed a poncho, quickly throwing it on.

I quickly went into the village, laughing at my cunning disguise. Even Solid Snake was not as sneaky as I. As I walked on I heard a sudden voice, "WORK THOSE BUNS GIRLS!" I knew it could only be one person, my enemy, Richard Simmons.

I froze with fear, would he know me, would he remember... the event? I won't go into details, but it involved lube and a circus hippo.

I looked around, spotting him looking at a group of natives. Good, he had not spotted me. I looked around for a blade, I knew today I would kill the bastard. I spotted a man with a spear. I would have to get it if I hopped to survive. I ran and grabbed the spear, ripping it from the mans hands.

I turned around and flung the spear into the chest of Simmons. He looked at it and simply fell over. Proud that I had killed him I walked over to his body. I put my foot on his chest in victory. He quickly grabbed my foot and began to try and pull me down.

I grabbed the spear to hold myself up. Using my other foot I kicked him in the head. I screamed loudly, "DIE! WORK THAT FACE! WORK THAT FACE!"

Finally he stopped grabbing me. I did not know if he was dead or alive. I decided I did not want to find out. I ran away quickly and then I ran into a porn store. I looked around at the stone slabs, who could fap to this. Not I.

I went over to the clerk and simply said, "How the hell can I get out of here!?" He looked at me for a moment, with a confused look. He then pointed out behind the building to a large helicopter. FREEDOM! I hopped into it quickly. It took off like a bat out of hell. I was thrown out once more.

I awoke to my face being licked. "Stop mom," I said on instinct. I opened my eyes to see something unbelievable. You probably won't believe what I tell you I saw next. I saw a Mudkip. It looked at me with big black eyes. I was instantly in love. I knew I wanted him.

I quickly grabbed for him. He dodged it with ease. He seemed to enjoy playing with me. I then made another grab for him. This time I caught him. Happy with my catch I quickly pulled down my pants and started to hump him. Suddenly, he ran off. I sat there, confused. Why would it not want me?!

I spent hours looking for him. Those hours turned to days, those days turned to years. When finally one day, I found him. He was laying on the ground, dead. I began to cry, how could this happen to my only lover? I knew I could no longer live knowing that my only friend Mudkip was dead?

I found a cliff quickly. Looking down I saw sharp rocks. This was it, this was when I die. Suddenly, I heard something. "Mud," said a small voice, "KIP!" It was my Mudkip! He was alive! I hugged him, loving every second of it.
So I ask you: do you like Mudkips?

One day, on the set of what was planned to be the mother of all porn films, the director was extremely anxious about the casting. The casting director, in fear of losing his job, was trying to find a way to inquiry about the director's troubles. He wrote a question on the ass of one of the potential stars but the director was too worried and therefore oblivious to the attempt. The casting director then petitioned the entire group of actresses in the orgy scene to deliver a nude cheer spelling out the question but the director just ignored them. Finally the casting director found the balls to ask directly what the problem was. He answered by saying "All of our female candidates are wrong." The casting director was shocked by his response and said "WHAT!?!? We have some of the most beautiful girls in Costa Rica!" The director responded by asking "You know that it takes more than beauty to make a TRUE porn star right?" "Yes" said the casting director. The director then revealed the core of the issue when he said "This film's main scene involves very vulgar and rough sex, so I ask you this, do we have any more experienced actresses because although our male star looks like Richard Simmons, under that poncho he is built more like a hippopotamus!!!"

There was once a guy named Jonny. He seemed like a cool and collected guy until all of his crazy secrets came about. His past of rave parties and orgies were too much for some to handle. He lost many friends but gained many hoes. The life he used to live is apparently over, or is it? This is a story of a life once lived, or a story of a life "still" lived. No one knows if this story is true, but to all that doubt it, seek out Jonny and you will be convinced.

Jonny awoke that morning to the sound of his radio alarm clock playing "Gay Bar" by Electric Six. It was one of his favorites but he still stuggled to pull his old ass out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush the orgy scum off his teeth and wash the glow stick liquid off his chest. It was green as were his teeth. He went through the events of the night before in his head and grinned at the memory. He would most likely have more. He made his way downstairs to cover the red bull that was in his stomach with a cup of coffee. He turned on the news and sat to relax for the morning. Just as the TV announced that the sexiest man alive, Cougan, had been crowned, his cell phone rang with the ringtone of "Gay Bar" by Electric Six. It was Brian. He rushed to tell Jonny that the horny, glowing, rave chick he had banged last night while pouring green glow juice all over himself, had been found dead in the ally. Bewildered, Jonny hung up and began to realize how screwed he might be. Was this his fault? Did he do something to the naked, red bull filled, head banging, orgy having chick? All of a sudden the thoughts of the night could not be found. Lost in the sea of red bull that ran through his veins and mind. He had to find out what had happened and if he was involved because if he was the cops would be on his old balls like cougars on a young man. Best place to start would be at Brians.

Jonny knocked on Brians door faster than he had pounded that sweaty, glowing rave chick that was now dead. Brian swung open the door to see his rave friend white in the face instead of green and glowing. They went into Brians living room to discuss what had happened that night. Brians memories were as clouded as Jonnys. Neither of them could make any sense of the events of last night. Just as they were finishing their red bulls the front door flew open. The cops. Jonny lept from his chair and tackled the first cop to the ground. Brian, in slow motion, jumped over the couch while firing his laser at the remaining two cops. Both went down. Jonny knew it was time to scram after punching the cops testicles to paste. Brian would be ok, he knew his shit.

Jonny knew he had to prove he was innocent. After killing 3 cops it would be hard but with some Red Bull in his system, he could manage. He arrived at the night club he had been at that night, oddly called "Gay Bar" even though it was not actually a gay bar. He went to the back where the deceased, bare assed, red bull craving hoe was found. The chalk mark was still fresh but no cops were in sight. As he scanned the area he noticed that there was no green body juice anywhere. If he had done it, surely there would have been green glow stick fluid somewhere. He had poured that shit into every crack and crevis of his old, thriving body and balls. This could not be his doing. He had to get to the police station to prove himself. If not by stateing this obvious fact that he found, possibly by oral sex.