Jul 26
I moved out of my apartment on Friday, boxing up all my stuff and placing it on a moving truck headed for Las Vegas. I will be driving out with my mom next Thursday, arriving just as the moving truck does. A good plan, but unfortunately it means that I will be living out of a suitcase for two weeks. Aside from a small suitcase of clothes I have only those things that I would prefer to move in my car: my playstation, gamecube, and computer. Really, that’s all I need. I set up my computer in the basement, and after some cable hunting I managed to connect my video output to our big-screen tv. Why use an 18″ monitor when you can use a 64″ screen? Seizing the opportunity, I reinstalled Doom 3 – purely out of morbid curiosity of how terrifying the game could be on a high-definition screen with surround sound. Let’s just say, “awesome”.
I played up until the point where Hell was unleashed and all the people in Mars City were transformed into zombies. Coincidentally, that was just after Heather came downstairs to see what I was up to. I won’t lie; she was a little bit scared. “Why do the monsters keep jumping out at you?” “Can you turn the lights on, it’s really dark in here?” “I don’t like the zombies that jump.” Heh… she called the imps zombies.
A good uncle would have probably turned the game off the first time his niece jumped in terror. Oh well. I stopped soon after, more for the sake of my nerves than hers; I never could handle playing that game for extended periods of time. Call me what you will.
I was watching tv an hour or so later when I heard moaning sounds behind me. “Ohhhhhhhhhh….. Awwwwwwww….” What the….? Something grabbed me from behind the couch. I immediately started laughing when I realized what was going on. Heather started laughing, too. “I was pretending to be one of the zombies!” Awesome. So anyway, we did zombie poses for the next ten minutes. It was fun, but hopefully neither of us has nightmares.