OK so it was quite a physical Saturday with much hedgeclipping and whipper snipping machinery and vibration on the fingerlings so on Sunday, the phalanges are feeling a little arthritic and the wrists a bit sore. More potting planting and vibrating and my fingers are decidedly achey by Sunday afternoon. Sunday finished off with Drummerboy being very patient and teaching me how to play Playstation 3 . . .Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six - Vegas to be polite or R6 as my game younglings refer to it. Besides lacking completely, any real hand/eye coordination on my part, there are four buttons that help you reload, read menus, change from heat seeking to night vision, a button for a grenade thrower then your artillery button (you can choose your weapon) then two wobbly little rotating buttons that move you forward, back, left, right and allow you to look at your surroundings but generally had me running into walls and other obstacles.
I did negotiate some stairs and a wall ladder and managed to descend before being taken out by a sniper. I was the victim of much giggling and a true test of patience for the master who had no problem shimmying around rooftops, repelling down walls and pwning the enemy!
Then there's a little map that tells you where your team mates are and you're supposed to watch that as well as wait for the enemy to ambush you and shoot them appropriately before they kill you. And an irritating woman who keeps telling you to go down back alleys and find alternative routes. For the beginners, you can have up to 10 'spawns' which allow you to get up again after being fatally mutilated by some mad Mexican drug lord . . .get the picture. It's bloody hard and I'm 'woeful' at it. Not the game but the bloody controller. Ok I'm a total nOOb and I was pwned big time despite the multiple spawns. To top it off, I die with a masculine groan!
I'm not chasing a life of all-nighters in front of the PS3 or XBox, just trying to understand why it's so much fun and I would like to get in the first easy peasy preliminary round without being nailed by some virtual terrorist!
This morning, I could hardly type. My hands are sore from Grevillea scratches and knob twiddling . . I have new respect for you gamey dudes . . .it's harder than it looks and very frustrating.
Why is pwned pronounced 'owned'. New language in a new dimension . . I may practice in private and shock the lot of them, however unlikely . . .
*Goes to soak sore fingins in Voltarin*