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I think I may actually pick up a Vita once a few more stuff is introduced. Or maybe a little while it, but this powerhouse does indeed have me interested. Hmmm...

Even though MML3 was canceled, I still have hope that the Wright/Layton crossover hits the US. Then I'll buy a 3DS!

Chewblaha. Now that I got a new PC, I can actually play games with people! Like the CS:S event today!

FORGET ABOUT YOUR LOW FUNDS. THIS GAME DESERVES TO BE BOUGHT WITH LOW FUNDS! It's THAT good, people.

Like I said, I could make some time for us on late Saturday nights or something, but I don't think the time differences are going to work out.

Oh, but I tell you I had fun with those field destroy boxes... Most of the time, we had to have the DM come and deestroy stuff. Sometimes, I just couldn't wait. We had about seven of those shitty Guitar Hero 1 guitars that were to be put into FD. Broke that shit on the ground like Jimi Hendrix. Wrestled one to the ground like it was a UFC fighter, and judo kicked the rest. Oh man that was fun.

Guys, guys. Direct all your GameStop questions to my GameStop thread. I doubt few people here know that company as well as I do/did. http://forum.pressxordie.com/index.php?showtopic=1322&view=findpost&p=60321

Nah. I never did anything illegal, if that's what you mean. Because raiding field destroy is illegal, even after the stuff's destroyed. However. When Microsoft pulled their Forza 2/Marvel Ultimate Alliance bundles out of their old ass 360s from 2007, we had received individually wrapped copies of the game to sell to people for the systems that didn't have bundles. Not sell, but tack on. We got to keep those legally, because those were ordered to be thrown away. I also TOTALLY got Guild Wars: EOTN and Nightfall for two cents total. And about 70 different strategy guides. Also, I'm pretty surprised you have two GI's tied to one address. That shit is hard to pull off. Usually frowned upon as well. I updated the top post, btw.

So most of you know that I worked at GameStop for nearly four years (three years, ten months, and fifteen days to be exact) and most of you know the horror stories I had. Some of you heard how one kid wanted GTA just so he could shoot cops. Some heard of that 14 year old kid who pissed himself after he got top score on the archery game on our Wii. Some heard of that one guy who said he was gonna wait by my car to kick my ass because I wouldn't take his sealed games for cash. Some of you heard how I cropdusted directly into an eight year old kid's face who kept telling me to go fuck myself. Some of you heard the brunt of it, hence the mini-meme that started whenever I'd start to tell a story on Skype or in chat. Well there is much to be told about GameStop. Though the question is where to start? What I'll do is throw in some common things known about GameStop and share my tales. This will be closure for me from the job I loved so much. Deal with it. However...One cannot simply walk into a forum and talk randomly about his company. If you wanted me to start somehow, it'd take about ten minutes per paragraph. So I'll do it in nine-- NUMBER ONE: GameStop pre-order quotas: Well yes. We have quotas. I can say that 95% of jobs in the world have quotas that they must reach. Though for you being the same asshole who offers me a goddamn credit card everytime I go deposit my shit, you're also the same person that complains about how I throw in the idea of a pre-order. Now I'm not gonna say I let EVERYONE know about pre-orders, because quite honestly, I can tell when people want to spend money and don't. I'm not gonna ask a guy who is buying Orphen on his PS2 from our 99 cent bin if he wants to pre-order White Knight Chronicles 2. Most of the time when people are paying that little for a game, their common response to that would be "Who the fuck played that shitty ass game the first time around?" I mean, don't think that all of you are the only ones who shout out "PREORDERSWAAHHHHH." It's only when you're on the fucking internet do those testicles made of durasteel come out and complain or insult. Here are most of those people who complain. However there was only ever one person who ever truly complained like the real life was the internet. I remember him perfectly because he looked exactly like Sonny Bono. Minus the stupid haircut. He always fat and looked like he was clumsy as fuck. In fact, he looked nothing like Sonny Bono, though he thought he was cool because he grew that fucking stupid looking moustache. I remember the day like it was the first line of Star Wars. Him: [Puts a used copy of Folklore onto the counter, silent as he clearly does not want to converse with the disgusting likes of a GameStop employee]. Me: [Get's game, silently as I have always hated this person] Him: "Whoa. Those Street Fighter 4 thumbwar covers look awesome." Me: "Yeah. You get them with your purchase if you reserve them." As if some fucking nuke had exploded in his moustache, his face twists to anger. Him: "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I RESERVE IT?! THIS IS ALL YOU FUCKING DO AT THIS PITIFUL COMPANY IS TRY TO MANIPULATE US INTO RESERVING YOUR STUPID FUCKING TITLES." Me: "Well you reserve it to get the thumbwar covers." Him: "I don't WANT to reserve it." Me: "I didn't ask if you did." Him: "I don't care, I'm letting you know now." Me: "Okay. Well. I'm not gonna sell you this copy of Folklore then. Have a nice day!" He yells at me, tells me I don't have the right to refuse service. Then I showed him the "we have the right to refuse service" sign. That was a great time. ___________________________________________________________________ There was another time where a guy had come in and asked to pick up his copy of some shitty PSP game. Whatever that shitty game was for that shitty system. That one. Well he came in asking to pick his reserved copy up. After searching his incredibly unique name several times, I finally told him it wasn't in our system. Now normally when people hear something like that. It's a question at first like "huh? really?" No. This guy became a straight up douchebag almost to the point where his asshole levels were equal to the LeBron James jersey he had on. Fucker started yelling at me and, at first, I was kind of in shock. My reactive positions to these situations are like car gears. I go into "explain first, explain again, kind of let them know they're rude, tell them to get the fuck out." Around this time I was still around the "explain first" part. Well anyway, this guy goes on screaming at my ass for about four minutes, kind of forcing people to leave and shit. That's when I kinda went into "Chewie internet mode" (AKA angry) with him. There were no other customers in the store by the point I was angry and my Manager was in the back doing system checks. I started raising my voice slightly and this guy told me to go fuck myself. At that point I didn't want any more to do with the guy and left him for my manager, who I went to the back to get because, as fucking unbelievable as this would sound to you guys, I do my best not to be rude in real life. FUCKIN' SERIOUSLY! Anyway, during the argument I had suggested several times that since he works in the city that's literally down the road, perhaps he reserved it at that GameStop that was literally down the road. A fucking innocent suggestion and this guy took it worse. He literally asked me "WHY WOULD I RESERVE IT THERE IF I ALWAYS COME HERE?!" I feel kind of bad to this day that I responded with "I don't know why the hell do we exist?" I mean, it's not rude, it's just really stupid. Anyway, I called the other store down the street and it turns out THAT HE DIIIID HAVE IT RESERVED THERE! I then proceeded to look up the phone number he had stored with us at the store (because OH SHIT YEAH WE HAD PHONE NUMBERS! [Waiting for someone to complain about that shit too]) and I had the most fun ever with this guy's voicemail. I was completely polite. Told him, in a very fake happy tone, that the mistake was indeed his and that he did indeed reserve it at the store down the street. Never saw him after that. Yessss! Fuck the Heat! ________________________________________________________ Now here's one of me being a complete screwup. This particular event took place took place during the Rangers-Yankees series. More specifically after the Yankees had that stupid comeback early on in the series. WELL! This attractive woman, age 24 at the time, came around looking for a copy of The Show. Well! Normally, and I'm gonna say this, I don't expect many women to be buying sports games for themselves. So I pretty much kept my mouth shut throughout the whole transaction. Then somewhere in there she asked me "How is it?" Well I got kind of excited for a second (BECAUSE THE SHOW '11 IS THE BEST GAME ON THE PS3) and told her about the different mechanics they had added this time around and how Road to the Show is more like an RPG than it is a simulator. I told her she just needs to turn off the stick mechanics and stick to buttons. Then she told me "Yeah, I am really good with the button scheme, I know that much from when I tried this out at my friend's." Then I said "Oh, played it for the first time or something?" Then....someone who looks the complete opposite nerded out about MLB '10 almost as much as I had. Lost in my daze, we spoke for about 45 minutes until my manager told me to shut up. During this whole 45 minutes we spoke about baseball, about teams, RBI's, ERA's, WHIP's, slugging percentages, on base percentages. Our favorite teams. Everything! Her friend clearly had grown annoyed but she was so into it, I could tell... Then what? When she said that her friend had needed to leave and she was going to have to leave too, well I did what any guy in his right mind would do in that situation. Oh wait, no I didn't. I said "have a nice day!" FUCK. ________________________________________________________ EDIT: August 28th, 2011 at 02:35 Well I remembered this one while I was watching Dawn of the Dead, as the old guy looked like this guy. Well. This guy and his wife brought in their two DS Lites they had purchased (I remember exactly when they had as this guy had been a fucking pain in the ass when he originally was buying it used) and wanted to get their warranties out because theirs had "malfunctioned." Well, me being the guy knowing all about the system, asked to see both of them. Well he pulled out four pieces after that. Seven if you include the broken battery cover and two broken LED fixtures from the system. Shit looked like this, except the screen was completely detached. TWO OF THEM! Increduously was the only word I could use to describe the stare I gave him. I said that (as I had told him when he picked up his PRP's) that we do not cover physical damage on the systems. I NEVER forgot to stress that. EVER. He fucking acted like Gary Gygax had risen from the grave right there and cockslapped him. Fucker started demanding to know where that was said, as he remembered me and claimed that I had never told him that. Which is bullshit because I reminded myself so goddamn much about mentioning that detail that my body automatically shits when I forget. And I never shat my pants there. So, calmly and rationally, I pull out his PRP, which has ALL THE INFORMATION WRITTEN IN SIZE TWO FONT FOR MY EYES THAT SOMETIMES GET DYSLEXIC TO READ TO HIM. He had me read him the pamphlet word for word. I pointed out where it was to him for him to read it. He refused to leave until I read it word for word. Seeing as how this shit was during Christmas, I decided that I didn't want the cops shoving some guy's face onto my counter and ruining the jolly fucking mood. So I read this shit to him in a calm and obviously sarcastic manner. I made sure to bold my voice when it got to the part that it mentioned what he had needed to hear. Then, after all that shit (in which I was raging silently in my brain), he tells me that he didn't violate the policy. That was my brain's reaction, but not my body's. I asked how that was possible (I really wanted to scream "FUCKING" during that, but I was at work and in control). He told me: "Well the device had malfunctioned before the drop happened that broke these." Me: "Okay. Well these are broken now." Him: "But they weren't broken before the drop." Me: "Okay. These are broken NOW, though." Him: "But they weren't FUCKING WORKING BEFORE." Me: "Sir. First: Don't yell at me like that, as I am calm with you right now. Second: These are broken NOW. I mean, maybe they weren't working before that, you know, I don't doubt that at all. Used systems can always have unseen problems arise. Though these are broken now. Now. They were broken then, too, and we could've done something about it had you brought it to us not like this. If you ha--" Him: "Give me your number to HR." Me: "HR doesn't handle returns. That's the main hotline or Loss Prevention." Him: "No. I want your number to HR so I can get you fired." Me: "Oh well here you go!" I gave him the number to HR. He stormed the fuck off. Told him to have a night after that and I treated myself to a Choco Taco I had put into the freezer in the back room. The worst part of that night was still, and always will be, the Choco Taco. Fuck you, ChocoTaco! _________________________________________________________________________ While I was raging in the Diablo III thread, I remembered this story. So I was working on a Wednesday night during October. This is code meaning that it was as slow as Carson Palmer on a Segway. Anyway, me and my buddy were working and this lady came in. I had been on the floor looking for which game I could check out. I remember that we had Red Faction: Guerrilla just traded in and I was going to try it out. Irrelevant. Anyway. So this lady comes up, starts asking me for obscure GameCube games. I know for a fact that we have them because I had just put them in. It was some SuperMonkey Ball game and other shit. Anyway-- The lady then walks to the counter with the box, not even letting me know that she wants to buy it. She just took the box from my hand, real fast (UNFORGIVABLE), and walked up. Didn't say a word. Well, I walk back, and I almost bump into her. So that whole shit happens where you are in someone's way and vice versa, so you move in a direction so they can pass, and they do the same in the same direction. That happens like three times. Then she just sticks her arm out for me to pass (pretty sarcastically) and tells me to "Hurry up, for Christ's sake." Not giving a shit because it was Wednesday and because I wanted to get back to my game search, this lady pays with an ATM card. She then keeps telling me it's a credit card. I tell her it's an ATM card, because there's no major corporation like Visa, Mastercard, Discover, or AX on the front. There's a CIRRUS logo on the back, which is an ATM card. She bitches for about five minutes after I tried running it twice as credit and I got the expected decline sound. Whatever. I just helped her out, didn't fight back at all. Then she gets her shit, real pissed off, and leaves. I walk back out to the floor, but I can feel the humidity comig in from outside. She's standing on the threshold, staring at her wrist. She comes back in, because I wasn't gonna fucking go ask what she wanted, and stands at the side counter for about ten minutes. Just standing there. Not looking at any of us. Just standing there. After ten minutes, I ask her if she needed help. She throws (in the sense that she kinda just shovel passed the shit into my chest) her bracelet. She tells me it's broken. I stare at it, wondering when our fucking GameStop sign turned into a fucking DeBeers sign. Then, after two minutes of staring, I say "Okay?" She tells me she wants us to repair it. I scoff. She, increduously, asks "EXCUSE ME?" "How is this our fault?" "It got stuck on the latching mechanism attached to the door." "The door. The lock on the door, to be exact." "No. It was not the door that broke my bracelet." "It WAS the door. Just part of the door that broke it." "No. The latching mechanism is not part of the door." "The LOCK...IS part of the door. I mean. It's attached to the door. It is welded into the door." "It is not the door." "OKAY! SO it IS the 'latching mechanism attached to the door,' how is that our fault?" "It stuck out far." "And?" "My bracelet got caught in it." "Why do you wear it so loose?" "That's none of your business." "Neither is you getting it caught in the door. That's YOUR mistake. Have a nice day." She proceeds to rage a bit at me after that. Telling me I'm a jerk and that it's our fault that latching mechanisms are put onto doors, not her's and all that. She tells us she's gonna have us all fired and so I write up the report to our DM. I was incredibly detailed and incredibly sarcastic in that business type way. That was a great day. _________________________________________________________________________ It's around here that I literally typed out several lengthy stories over 40 minutes completely forgetting that I was talking about pre-order quotas. Hmmm. This won't work! I leave this up to you all. Now it's time for you all to ask the questions. The questions of what you've always wondered about GameStop. Policies, gutting, pre-orders, GameInformers. Anything you all want and I will willingly and willfully (ha) answer them.

This one time, at gamestop... yep.

Correction: Giants have been going downhill since they lost Buster Posey.

Look at all those votes for VII through XIII... *throws up*

So I clicked MultiPlatform looking for the Bastion thread. There is none. What the fuck is wrong with you all? THIS GAME IS FUCKING AMAZING? IT HAS NO THREAD YET? I WAS GONE FOR ALL THIS TIME AND THERE WAS NO BASTION THREAD MADE? AHHHHHH! Buy this fucking masterpiece. Made by seven people and one of the most enjoyable experiences I've had in my life. Bought the soundtrack also. This game is worth every single penny.

Well I'm the only one here still interested in the MLB. I don't have much to talk about when it comes to my Cubs sucking this bad.

Beware: 'Pparently my advice would only work in 'Merica. Beware.

It does an alright job. I was pretty happy up until episode five or six. After that some things just begin to change. One that really irks me is Shae. Tyrion doesn't keep Shae with her because she says shit like "You gottta notta have to do what your father says," but rather because he actually feels that Shae loves him despite being who and what he is.

I fucking hate when people start sprouting up around me and act like they know and love something more than I do that I've been doing for years. Like Warcraft: I hate people who play WoW and think they know all about Warcraft when they've never touched O&H through WCIII. Though that's beside the point. GoT is one of those incredibly detailed books where you'll see a description of something tiny and then it appears to be something fucking huge two books later. I tell people to read the books if they're gonna be so into the television series because these details need to be read about. No Billy McNuttbutter HBO owner is going to remember this shit from season one. It'll be "HERRRP DERRP I WAS TOO BUSY LOOKIN' AT TITS" when in reality, most people are given something of a hint (even if it is minuscule) that something could be more than it seems. HBO has passed all that up. I'll make one HUGE note as to what HBO didn't include in their series that is huge: A singer at Winterfell that came in with Robert when he went to get Ned to become the Hand.

Because my edit button isn't popping up: I'll use my time at GameStop as an example. I went into GameStop for three weeks straight almost everyday, putting stuff back on the wall without saying anything, and when I'd talk, it'd be to my old third key. We'd joke about video games, talk about sports, talk about what's coming out. One day he said "you have an application here, right?" From then it all just snowballed and I got myself a job at GameStop. I was a little different to the people who worked there, my ASM didn't like me because I talked a lot and came in a lot to hang out (because yeah.), but they soon realized what a good employee was. I was top 5 in m district for GA's quite often and I've often thought of myself as the best GA in the district. I got a good three and a half years (because this past half year was fucking awful with Billy McNutbutter as our new manager) of good time/decent enough pay for a guy who was in college. Didn't have to ask my parents to borrow money for that entire time and was able to make quite a few purchases for myself. Had some nice spending money, just pretty much enough to keep me afloat. ALL because I went into the store often and got to know the workers who had been working there. IF that's the kind of job you're looking for, one to hold you off 'til something bigger comes along, that's the way to get it.

Nepotism is illegal. ALWAYS steer away from that, it looks awful on your record. Anyway. Are you talking about career job, or "job 'til I can find a career job...." job? If it's the ladder, then I suggest just going to the place of your choice often and showing as much interest as possible. Trying to get a museum job right now (a career one) and I go there everyday and express interest. Most of the common workers know me as someone who has applied and you can only hope that the word of mouth reaches the main boss and gets you in. Mostly having the people working at the current area (those in good standing) refer you as someone who should be chosen for the job is the best way of putting it. SImply put, go in to your target place and let people know how passionate you are and when you catch the attention of one, it's essentially having a leg in the door and opens up whole new things. Most of the time references from a person currently working at target area is the best way in. Have good recommendation letters as well, put people you know who are in respected positions down as references as well. Put a professor who you loved and knew very well as a reference as well. I have several professors I consider friends and putting them as a reference is great because they know me personally as well as the hard work I do. All that being said, I don't have a job right now. Market here where I live sucks.

Now if only Halo 2 is released in HD. *swoooooon*