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Last weekend I became an online gamer. Initially my inner 12 year old came out to play when my wife got me a PS3 for Christmas. I played for hours. But I’m a grown up now with responsibilities and eventually it started collecting dust. Until last weekend. I decided to get online and play against real people, well, cyber people. Getting it hooked up was an ordeal in itself but once I was online I popped in NBA Live and it was on. It was beyond weird. I played about four games to start and every time I confronted a new opponent I asked myself: "Am I playing against a 10-year-old, someone my own age or a rapist?" Answer is I really don't know. So next time you play online make sure to clench your culo just in case the rapist got your address off your profile.
Uno,
Jesús
2 comments:
You should be playing NBA 2K8. NBA Live is old news homie....
my ps3 is on the way - we'll cap eath other out on GTA4 in a month.
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