Let me take you back a week. Back to a day when we had 5 TVs with 5 XBox 360s in a pretty damn small room with 13 people, 2 routers, and 8 cords lying around the room. This was not a quick movement room. Everyone, or so we thought, understood that to walk around this room, you lifted your feet a mandatory 3 feet off the ground and slowly placed them in a new location after carefully inspecting the new area for anything that might be damageable. This room was crowded. Now this is little different than the typical weekend configuration, so all of us were experienced with this setup, and the 2 new people we kept a strict 'no movement' rule on.
Typical game ends, me and a buddy who just unlocked the Hyabusa armor (Yeah everyone online uses it but we were the only people in the squadron who had it at the time), fucking raped face and took names. People were kindly asking us to use lube next time we anal invaded their team. It was a massacre of the utmost proportions. So one of the guys who was on the losing side, who always plays on his own little monitor and sits in the corner, gets a little pissy. "I need a drink," he says. "I need to go rinse off, I feel violated," I translate. He stands up, turns around, and proceeds to take a straight shot step straight into my buddies 360. This wasn't a light tap as his foot went over it. This wasn't a nudge and an 'Oops!" moment. This was a full fledged step straight into the side of the XBox, which responded by bouncing onto its side and stating:
*whirrrrrrrrrrrrclankwhirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrclankclankwhirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrscrapescrapescrape*
A few thoughts that were not on my mind are as follows: "I hope his foot is ok." "I'm sure it was an accident, oh well." Along with a few other nice things I didn't think. My primary thought was somewhere along the lines of, "Holy shit, you must be the most retarded person in the history of the Air Force."
We quickly turn off the box and set it up, and open the drive to find a very pretty sight. There was the most wonderful scratch engraved in a perfect little circle right in the middle of the disc, halfway between the outer edge and the inner hole. There was a little calamity that followed, such as people pointing out obvious facts like, "Dude you're retarded," "That doesn't look good at all," and "Watch your step!" After the noise died down and I stopped seeing him outlined in red (he at first tried to just keep walking out of the room like nothing happened), I told him, "If there is anything wrong with the game, you will be either giving him your copy or buying him a new one." He kindly agreed after every other person in the room agreed and gave him the worst stinkeye in the world.
Fast-forward to tonight. Don't skip to tomorrow or stop on Thursday, but proceed to tonight around about, 9pm or so. We had just finished The Ark on Legendary (2 more levels to go until we complete campaign on it), and as the disc went to load the next level.
*ERROR* YO GAME IS FUCKED UP MAN. WE TRIED BUT WE CAINT READ DAT SHIT ON DAT DISC, WHAT HAPPEN NIG? *ERROR*We take the disc, walk down the hall to fucktards room, and knock.
TG = The Gamdol
FT = FuckTard
TG: Hey, the game you messed up can't play campaign mode.
FT: So, what do you want me to do about it?
TG: Well, you need to replace his game.
FT: Ummm, it's late right now.
*I looked into his room at this point, and noted he was watching a movie on another of my friend's laptop*
TG: Alright, can you just give us your copy of the game right now so we can keep playing?
FT: <instantextremebitchingmode>No way you can't have my game, wait until tomorrow holy shit.
TG: Uh, you aren't using it all right now.
FT: Dude you can't come into my fucking room and force me to give you my game!
(We were outside in the hall still btw...)
TG: <pissed> If you wanna be a bitch, you can give us the game or $50. Your call.
FT: I'll get a new copy tomorrow leave me the fuck alone.
(At this point he tried to slam the door, but my cleverly placed foot stopped him from pussying out right away)
TG: Why can't you just give us your game now and buy yourself a new one tomorrow?
FT: Leave me the fuck alone! I can't own up to my mistake and shall get angry at you because of it, get the fuck out of my room even though you aren't in it, I'm going to go back to watching a movie on another persons laptop while not having my XBox even out so fuck off.
That's about the gist of what happened. I pointed out he fucked up the game and asked if he could just trade them right then. He got all bitchy like his game disc had sentimental value and started cursing at us, then stormed over to the laptop to watch the movie. (Afterwards, my buddy who owned the laptop stopped the movie and told him he was a bitch, and wouldn't let him watch the movie anymore, cruel irony.) Point is, if you fuck something up of that isn't yours and the owned gives you a little leeway, don't be a bitch when you end up causing something larger to happen later. Own up to your shit and deal, don't be a little bitch about what you did because you're fucking retarded.
If I had had more time and some markers, I probably would have made a sign for his door that said, "Do Not Disturb, Getting Sand Out of Vagina." Oh what I would do if I had infinite time....
