Welcome to Britt5091: Origins, where I dig up old blog posts I used to write for IGN’s community under the username Britt5091. Some posts may make you giggle, some may make your eyes bleed, and some may make you stroke your beard in a pensive manner. All you need to know is that these posts, no matter how terrible some of them may be, ultimately lead to everything I do now.
A fact of life September 30th, 2009I’ve come to learn and accept that video games and all affiliated with them will find me wherever I go. Not that I’m complaining or anything. Take last Sunday for example. The annual Puyallup Fair was in full swing (it’s the 8th largest fair in the nation I might add) and anywhere farm animals, greasy food and thrilling rides congregate you will find me. Though I only have roughly three hours of gaming in within the past few weeks, my friends still gang up on me. Whenever we go places during the weekend (which we always do) it’s always, “Hey Britt! This is called fresh air!!” “Hey Britt, this is the REAL world!” So on and so forth. Needless to say, as soon as we stepped foot on the fairgrounds, they started up. Therefore I was left to defend my poor little self and explain, yet again, that sadly my life does not revolve around video games. And plus, we were at a damn fair full of stinky animals and fried food. How the hell would video games make their way here? And then I saw it. In the blinding sun stood a little kiosk. A little kiosk that was filled to the brim of imported gaming items. From Mario to Final Fantasy, games were being pimped in the form of wall scrolls, stuffed toys, lanyards, playing cards, pillows, anime, hats, backpacks, figurines, key chains and even belt buckles. For a split second the thundering roar of rides and unbearable stench of farm animals morphed into the beautiful melody of songbirds in the middle of a luminous field full of fresh flowers. Immediately, I knew my wallet was in trouble. Instincts told me to rush the kiosk; to grab everything in sight before the swarm of kids that were beginning to surround the gaming goodies got their grubby little hands on everything. But I (being the calm, cool, collected chick that I am) merely put my game face on and casually made my way over. Inside I was jumping up and down squealing like a school girl. I began tearing that Kiosk apart. But what really caught my eye were the wall scrolls. I’ll spare the details for now, but over the years I’ve been collecting random gaming paraphernalia for my *future* game room I’m determined to have. I’ve collected a lot of shit. And because I live in a one bedroom apartment, it’s aaallll boxed up. Anyway, I picked up a few scrolls (and a Link plushie!) and hauled them back to the car, friends griping the whole way. They love me. ^ More stuff destined to be boxed up for a few years >___< ALSO!
Update: July 9th, 2012
AHH!!!! My wall scrolls! My Link plushie! MY BABIES!!!!::puffs chest out:: I am pleased to announce that the “future game room” I had been hoping for is now a thing that exists. You may have heard of it – I call it my “woman cave”. ::puffs chest out even farther:: Unfortunately I haven’t hung up the Crisis Core wall scroll. You see, I ran out of this thing called “extra wall space”. Also, LOL at the mention of the March ’10 road trip Foz, Beez and I went on! Holy crap that was a lot of fun. I can’t believe it was that long ago…