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Once upon a time there lived a little boy called Timmy.
Little Timmy was an avid gamer, he was a good little boy who loved playing games and he never got into any trouble and was always polite and courteous to everyone he met.
Despite his pleasant outside appearance though, little Timmy really wanted to get his hands on GTA: Vice City. All his friends had the game and seemed very pleased with it, always talking about the “cool violence and killing and stuff”, and Timmy had been excited about it since reading many good reviews of it, but he sadly didn’t have the money to buy it, and even if he did he wouldn’t be able to buy it himself as it has an 18 certificate. But Timmy had a concrete dead cert plan to get his little hands on the violent video game; he’d simply get his unknowing mum or gran to get it for him for Christmas!
Christmas time, with all it’s lovely over-hyped commercialism, was fast approaching, and with it the promise of a video game or two as a present, so Timmy knew that he’d be asked at some stage as to what presents he wanted for Christmas. This is when he’d strike!
Throughout the first couple of weeks of December, Timmy waited patiently for his mum to ask him what he wanted, and he had planned exactly how to explain why he should be allowed a violent 18 certificate video game.
In an effort to subliminally get the Vice City idea into his parent’s minds, Timmy left video game magazines on the settee conveniently left open at the Vice City reviews and advert, and he coughed loudly and gestured whenever the Vice City advert was on television, and constantly talked about all his friends love of that particular great game, and especially its long lastability.
But, as Christmas Day approached and his parents asked about what he wanted for Christmas, Timmy was apprehensive about saying Vice City as it was an 18, so instead of saying exactly what he wanted, he just said to get him any game (so although Timmy never actually had the bottle to ask outright for the adult game, he knew inside that all his subtle hinting and sneaky Vice City clues would have rubbed off on them).
Timmy’s parents went out on the big present buying trip, leaving Timmy to get really excited at the prospects of Vice City coming into his possession in the very near future.
Christmas Eve arrived and went slowly as usual, with the minutes seeming to go like hours, but after a long wait, Timmy went to bed with great excitement and anticipation for the Christmas morning.
The morning had arrived. It was Christmas Day!!
Timmy woke up and put on his snug dressing gown and ran downstairs where a present filled living room waited. Vice City was close he could feel it.
Timmy got hold of his first present; it was quite large and soft…he unwrapped it only to find a home knitted Harry Potter jumper from his gran :(
The next present was unwrapped…Harry Potter pants and socks :(
Then, Timmy got hold of his next present. He knew this had to be Vice City as it was a PS2 game sized package. He tore the paper off only to discover the Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone dvd :(
After a few more gifts, Timmy came to his final present. Again, the size of the package was PS2 game size, so with great anticipation, he slowly unwrapped the paper like Charlie Bucket slowly unwrapping his Wonka Bar in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory to win the Golden Ticket. The wrapping paper unwrapped slowly. The expectancy was growing. Timmy’s eyes widened. His brow was sweating. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
The garish wrapping paper was cast aside and Timmy’s reaction told the story:
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*Loud scream causes thin layer of snow to fall off roof*
It was Harry Potter on the PS2!
When asked by a shocked Timmy as to why she had bought that particular game, his mum said “I asked the shop assistant what was the most popular game for a 12 year old boy, and he recommended this one.”
Timmy slumped into a chair; a fun-filled Vice City Christmas had turned into a Harry Potter nightmare.
The moral of the story is to always make 100% sure that your parents/grandparents know EXACTLY what you want, and don’t be afraid to ask for the game you really want (even if it is an 18), or else you too might end up with disappointment in the form of Harry Potter in your stocking this Christmas instead of the game you really really want.
Hopefully you’ll get whatever game(s) you want this Chrimbo, and I hope you enjoy them.
Happy Christmas :D
Little Timmy was an avid gamer, he was a good little boy who loved playing games and he never got into any trouble and was always polite and courteous to everyone he met.
Despite his pleasant outside appearance though, little Timmy really wanted to get his hands on GTA: Vice City. All his friends had the game and seemed very pleased with it, always talking about the “cool violence and killing and stuff”, and Timmy had been excited about it since reading many good reviews of it, but he sadly didn’t have the money to buy it, and even if he did he wouldn’t be able to buy it himself as it has an 18 certificate. But Timmy had a concrete dead cert plan to get his little hands on the violent video game; he’d simply get his unknowing mum or gran to get it for him for Christmas!
Christmas time, with all it’s lovely over-hyped commercialism, was fast approaching, and with it the promise of a video game or two as a present, so Timmy knew that he’d be asked at some stage as to what presents he wanted for Christmas. This is when he’d strike!
Throughout the first couple of weeks of December, Timmy waited patiently for his mum to ask him what he wanted, and he had planned exactly how to explain why he should be allowed a violent 18 certificate video game.
In an effort to subliminally get the Vice City idea into his parent’s minds, Timmy left video game magazines on the settee conveniently left open at the Vice City reviews and advert, and he coughed loudly and gestured whenever the Vice City advert was on television, and constantly talked about all his friends love of that particular great game, and especially its long lastability.
But, as Christmas Day approached and his parents asked about what he wanted for Christmas, Timmy was apprehensive about saying Vice City as it was an 18, so instead of saying exactly what he wanted, he just said to get him any game (so although Timmy never actually had the bottle to ask outright for the adult game, he knew inside that all his subtle hinting and sneaky Vice City clues would have rubbed off on them).
Timmy’s parents went out on the big present buying trip, leaving Timmy to get really excited at the prospects of Vice City coming into his possession in the very near future.
Christmas Eve arrived and went slowly as usual, with the minutes seeming to go like hours, but after a long wait, Timmy went to bed with great excitement and anticipation for the Christmas morning.
The morning had arrived. It was Christmas Day!!
Timmy woke up and put on his snug dressing gown and ran downstairs where a present filled living room waited. Vice City was close he could feel it.
Timmy got hold of his first present; it was quite large and soft…he unwrapped it only to find a home knitted Harry Potter jumper from his gran :(
The next present was unwrapped…Harry Potter pants and socks :(
Then, Timmy got hold of his next present. He knew this had to be Vice City as it was a PS2 game sized package. He tore the paper off only to discover the Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone dvd :(
After a few more gifts, Timmy came to his final present. Again, the size of the package was PS2 game size, so with great anticipation, he slowly unwrapped the paper like Charlie Bucket slowly unwrapping his Wonka Bar in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory to win the Golden Ticket. The wrapping paper unwrapped slowly. The expectancy was growing. Timmy’s eyes widened. His brow was sweating. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
The garish wrapping paper was cast aside and Timmy’s reaction told the story:
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*Loud scream causes thin layer of snow to fall off roof*
It was Harry Potter on the PS2!
When asked by a shocked Timmy as to why she had bought that particular game, his mum said “I asked the shop assistant what was the most popular game for a 12 year old boy, and he recommended this one.”
Timmy slumped into a chair; a fun-filled Vice City Christmas had turned into a Harry Potter nightmare.
The moral of the story is to always make 100% sure that your parents/grandparents know EXACTLY what you want, and don’t be afraid to ask for the game you really want (even if it is an 18), or else you too might end up with disappointment in the form of Harry Potter in your stocking this Christmas instead of the game you really really want.
Hopefully you’ll get whatever game(s) you want this Chrimbo, and I hope you enjoy them.
Happy Christmas :D
"What do you want for Xmas Goaty?"
"Porno. And cigarettes"
"...You made Jesus cry"
"Uh-huh, well then gimme some DVDs and a CD then."
"Porno. And cigarettes"
"...You made Jesus cry"
"Uh-huh, well then gimme some DVDs and a CD then."
Last year I was trying to be subtle by leaving OPSM2 magazine lying around open on the review of the game I wanted.
I got a giant-sized Toblerone.
'Subliminal' does not work in the FM household. This year I'm taking direct action and nicking all their credit cards to buy what I want.
I got a giant-sized Toblerone.
'Subliminal' does not work in the FM household. This year I'm taking direct action and nicking all their credit cards to buy what I want.
Heh, good post. That happened to me once. I once asked for Excitebike 64 (A few years back) and got Jeremy McGraths superbike 64 or something. Absolute rubbish too. But hye, it's the thought that counts... *Pictures mashed up JMS64 in Skip*
Heh "It was an accident Mum!"
:D
Heh "It was an accident Mum!"
:D
Once upon a time there lived a little boy called Timmy.
Little Timmy was an avid gamer, he was a good little boy who loved playing games and he never got into any trouble and was always polite and courteous to everyone he met.
Despite his pleasant outside appearance though, little Timmy really wanted to get his hands on GTA: Vice City. All his friends had the game and seemed very pleased with it, always talking about the “cool violence and killing and stuff”, and Timmy had been excited about it since reading many good reviews of it, but he sadly didn’t have the money to buy it, and even if he did he wouldn’t be able to buy it himself as it has an 18 certificate. But Timmy had a concrete dead cert plan to get his little hands on the violent video game; he’d simply get his unknowing mum or gran to get it for him for Christmas!
Christmas time, with all it’s lovely over-hyped commercialism, was fast approaching, and with it the promise of a video game or two as a present, so Timmy knew that he’d be asked at some stage as to what presents he wanted for Christmas. This is when he’d strike!
Throughout the first couple of weeks of December, Timmy waited patiently for his mum to ask him what he wanted, and he had planned exactly how to explain why he should be allowed a violent 18 certificate video game.
In an effort to subliminally get the Vice City idea into his parent’s minds, Timmy left video game magazines on the settee conveniently left open at the Vice City reviews and advert, and he coughed loudly and gestured whenever the Vice City advert was on television, and constantly talked about all his friends love of that particular great game, and especially its long lastability.
But, as Christmas Day approached and his parents asked about what he wanted for Christmas, Timmy was apprehensive about saying Vice City as it was an 18, so instead of saying exactly what he wanted, he just said to get him any game (so although Timmy never actually had the bottle to ask outright for the adult game, he knew inside that all his subtle hinting and sneaky Vice City clues would have rubbed off on them).
Timmy’s parents went out on the big present buying trip, leaving Timmy to get really excited at the prospects of Vice City coming into his possession in the very near future.
Christmas Eve arrived and went slowly as usual, with the minutes seeming to go like hours, but after a long wait, Timmy went to bed with great excitement and anticipation for the Christmas morning.
The morning had arrived. It was Christmas Day!!
Timmy woke up and put on his snug dressing gown and ran downstairs where a present filled living room waited. Vice City was close he could feel it.
Timmy got hold of his first present; it was quite large and soft…he unwrapped it only to find a home knitted Harry Potter jumper from his gran :(
The next present was unwrapped…Harry Potter pants and socks :(
Then, Timmy got hold of his next present. He knew this had to be Vice City as it was a PS2 game sized package. He tore the paper off only to discover the Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone dvd :(
After a few more gifts, Timmy came to his final present. Again, the size of the package was PS2 game size, so with great anticipation, he slowly unwrapped the paper like Charlie Bucket slowly unwrapping his Wonka Bar in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory to win the Golden Ticket. The wrapping paper unwrapped slowly. The expectancy was growing. Timmy’s eyes widened. His brow was sweating. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
The garish wrapping paper was cast aside and Timmy’s reaction told the story:
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*Loud scream causes thin layer of snow to fall off roof*
It was Harry Potter on the PS2!
When asked by a shocked Timmy as to why she had bought that particular game, his mum said “I asked the shop assistant what was the most popular game for a 12 year old boy, and he recommended this one.”
Timmy slumped into a chair; a fun-filled Vice City Christmas had turned into a Harry Potter nightmare.
The moral of the story is to always make 100% sure that your parents/grandparents know EXACTLY what you want, and don’t be afraid to ask for the game you really want (even if it is an 18), or else you too might end up with disappointment in the form of Harry Potter in your stocking this Christmas instead of the game you really really want.
Hopefully you’ll get whatever game(s) you want this Chrimbo, and I hope you enjoy them.
Happy Christmas :D
Little Timmy was an avid gamer, he was a good little boy who loved playing games and he never got into any trouble and was always polite and courteous to everyone he met.
Despite his pleasant outside appearance though, little Timmy really wanted to get his hands on GTA: Vice City. All his friends had the game and seemed very pleased with it, always talking about the “cool violence and killing and stuff”, and Timmy had been excited about it since reading many good reviews of it, but he sadly didn’t have the money to buy it, and even if he did he wouldn’t be able to buy it himself as it has an 18 certificate. But Timmy had a concrete dead cert plan to get his little hands on the violent video game; he’d simply get his unknowing mum or gran to get it for him for Christmas!
Christmas time, with all it’s lovely over-hyped commercialism, was fast approaching, and with it the promise of a video game or two as a present, so Timmy knew that he’d be asked at some stage as to what presents he wanted for Christmas. This is when he’d strike!
Throughout the first couple of weeks of December, Timmy waited patiently for his mum to ask him what he wanted, and he had planned exactly how to explain why he should be allowed a violent 18 certificate video game.
In an effort to subliminally get the Vice City idea into his parent’s minds, Timmy left video game magazines on the settee conveniently left open at the Vice City reviews and advert, and he coughed loudly and gestured whenever the Vice City advert was on television, and constantly talked about all his friends love of that particular great game, and especially its long lastability.
But, as Christmas Day approached and his parents asked about what he wanted for Christmas, Timmy was apprehensive about saying Vice City as it was an 18, so instead of saying exactly what he wanted, he just said to get him any game (so although Timmy never actually had the bottle to ask outright for the adult game, he knew inside that all his subtle hinting and sneaky Vice City clues would have rubbed off on them).
Timmy’s parents went out on the big present buying trip, leaving Timmy to get really excited at the prospects of Vice City coming into his possession in the very near future.
Christmas Eve arrived and went slowly as usual, with the minutes seeming to go like hours, but after a long wait, Timmy went to bed with great excitement and anticipation for the Christmas morning.
The morning had arrived. It was Christmas Day!!
Timmy woke up and put on his snug dressing gown and ran downstairs where a present filled living room waited. Vice City was close he could feel it.
Timmy got hold of his first present; it was quite large and soft…he unwrapped it only to find a home knitted Harry Potter jumper from his gran :(
The next present was unwrapped…Harry Potter pants and socks :(
Then, Timmy got hold of his next present. He knew this had to be Vice City as it was a PS2 game sized package. He tore the paper off only to discover the Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone dvd :(
After a few more gifts, Timmy came to his final present. Again, the size of the package was PS2 game size, so with great anticipation, he slowly unwrapped the paper like Charlie Bucket slowly unwrapping his Wonka Bar in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory to win the Golden Ticket. The wrapping paper unwrapped slowly. The expectancy was growing. Timmy’s eyes widened. His brow was sweating. Everything seemed to go in slow motion.
The garish wrapping paper was cast aside and Timmy’s reaction told the story:
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*Loud scream causes thin layer of snow to fall off roof*
It was Harry Potter on the PS2!
When asked by a shocked Timmy as to why she had bought that particular game, his mum said “I asked the shop assistant what was the most popular game for a 12 year old boy, and he recommended this one.”
Timmy slumped into a chair; a fun-filled Vice City Christmas had turned into a Harry Potter nightmare.
The moral of the story is to always make 100% sure that your parents/grandparents know EXACTLY what you want, and don’t be afraid to ask for the game you really want (even if it is an 18), or else you too might end up with disappointment in the form of Harry Potter in your stocking this Christmas instead of the game you really really want.
Hopefully you’ll get whatever game(s) you want this Chrimbo, and I hope you enjoy them.
Happy Christmas :D