Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 25, 2007 4:00:24 GMT 1
With winter and the holidays making it hard for Valencia to practice archery, she headed to the next best place to work on her aim (that ought to keep the damages to a thankful minimum). As a street performer at Pier 39 when the weather is right, this Asian stocked up on a lot of quarters and headed over to a video game arcade to shoot the bloomin’ daylights out of practically everything that moved onscreen. To be honest, she didn’t really aim whenever things got hectic—one hand held the grip as she strafed everything like a maniac by smacking the trigger with two of her fingers of the other hand. Whenever her hands got tired or a blister began to form on the trigger finger(s), she switched hands. In her defense, archery doesn’t always have ninjas, dinosaurs, and zombies trying to eat your face while you’re firing.
Her accuracy points where only moderately high because she landed shot after shot on a target once she pinpointed it instead of nailing more than several targets consecutively like better sharpshooters did. Those accuracy points are even lower if there aren’t any crosshairs or a light on the screen to signify her gun. As someone who shot on her own, she wasn’t particularly special. As for a partner in a two-player game…
[GLADYS]: “ACK!! COVER ME, I’M GETTING ANOTHER QUARTER!!”
[RUTH]: “KILL IT, VAL!! GET HIM IN THE EYE, GET HIM IN THE EYE!!”
[GLADYS]: “Awww… I’m all out!”
[RUTH]: “MY TURN!! DIE YOU FRIKKIN’ ZOMBIES, DIE!!”
“I think I killed a civilian…”
[RUTH]: “He was in your way—GET THE ZOMBIE, GET THE ZOMBIE!!”
“I think I killed another one…”
[GLADYS]: “No fair! That zombie was standing behind the hostage—”
[RUTH]: “—while chewing on the NPC’s brains. EAT THIS, MOTHERFU—”
“Cripes. It’s a boss.”
The lesbian with curly hair and glasses, Gladys, looked on as Valencia kept strafing and Ruth cursed at the machine for eating her quarters. She had to rush over to prevent her girlfriend from landing a kick as Valencia kept shooting the fireballs and everything else launched her way.
[GLADYS]: “The heck is up with a civilian appearing during a boss battle?!”
Her accuracy points where only moderately high because she landed shot after shot on a target once she pinpointed it instead of nailing more than several targets consecutively like better sharpshooters did. Those accuracy points are even lower if there aren’t any crosshairs or a light on the screen to signify her gun. As someone who shot on her own, she wasn’t particularly special. As for a partner in a two-player game…
[GLADYS]: “ACK!! COVER ME, I’M GETTING ANOTHER QUARTER!!”
[RUTH]: “KILL IT, VAL!! GET HIM IN THE EYE, GET HIM IN THE EYE!!”
[GLADYS]: “Awww… I’m all out!”
[RUTH]: “MY TURN!! DIE YOU FRIKKIN’ ZOMBIES, DIE!!”
“I think I killed a civilian…”
[RUTH]: “He was in your way—GET THE ZOMBIE, GET THE ZOMBIE!!”
“I think I killed another one…”
[GLADYS]: “No fair! That zombie was standing behind the hostage—”
[RUTH]: “—while chewing on the NPC’s brains. EAT THIS, MOTHERFU—”
“Cripes. It’s a boss.”
The lesbian with curly hair and glasses, Gladys, looked on as Valencia kept strafing and Ruth cursed at the machine for eating her quarters. She had to rush over to prevent her girlfriend from landing a kick as Valencia kept shooting the fireballs and everything else launched her way.
[GLADYS]: “The heck is up with a civilian appearing during a boss battle?!”
