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I have recently been searching for a GameCube. My first instinct was naturally to look in trusty old Special Reserve. But alas. I saw they had none in stock, and even when they did get some they had a backlog of pre-orders to fulfil... So I decided to try a few high street stores. I made my trip to HMV and had a look. No GameCubes in stock... I went into (shudder) Game. And there they were. But alas. I looked at the price tags. None were under £200, because all were in bundles with some games. I asked if they had any GameCubes on their own, and they insisted they didn’t.
But I couldn’t give up when I was this close to owning one of those shiny purple boxes. Learning from my experience playing Goldeneye and Perfect Dark, I disabled the security cameras when the staff were busy serving customers. That packet of out of date chewing gum finally came in handy. I then attempted to break the code on the door to the stock room.
"Can I help you?" the voice came from behind me...
"Erm... no thanks... just browsing..." I replied rather sheepishly. After a second attempt, and being noticed by the staff again I was thrown out.
I then decided that more covert action was required. Using my advanced bugs (putting my ear up to the window of the shop) I overheard that every Friday night the Game staff enjoy a big multiplayer tournament with many consoles and TVs... I decided this was the time to strike.
So on Friday night I returned, black trousers, top and balaclava in check. I used my wall scaling skills (and a ladder) to scale onto the roof, and then my advanced entry tool (a brick) to break the glass panel in the roof. I jumped down, landing as quietly as a cat, and creeping around the stock room. I sprayed some deodorant around to check for laser security systems but found none. Now all I had to do was get into the stock room. Using my technical expertise (and a sledgehammer) I managed to get to the wiring inside the code panel. From here, I simply cut the wires, and a few electric shocks later the door was unlocked.
I slowly pushed it open expecting a siren to sound any minute. It was too dark, and the night vision goggles I purchased from Toys ‘R’ Us weren’t working very well... All I could see was a green outline of Action mans arch nemesis Dr. X! But fumbling in the dark I managed to pick up a box that felt the right size for a GameCube. The box felt reassuringly light, a testimony to the GameCubes compact nature.
As I left the stock room, I realised I could not exit from the roof as I had planned, and the front was inaccessible due to the metal covering now in place over the glass windows. Clearing the display cases off some shelves I formed a crude but effective ladder, using each shelf as a foot and hand hold. I grabbed the hole in the roof and pulled myself up.
But the ladder back down to the pavement was gone! I looked down and noticed it had fallen over, and beside it was a man lying in a pool of his own vomit. As I pondered how to get down again, I heard sirens. I ran to the back of the roof fearing the police, but saw it was an ambulance. It stopped by the unconscious drunk man below and the paramedics hauled him into the ambulance... But I had strayed too far over the roof and one of the paramedics noticed me.
"DON’T DO IT!!!" he yelled. I frantically looked around for somewhere to run. But there was nowhere. "DON’T JUMP!" came his call again.
"I’m not going to jump!!! I just need a way down!" I called down.
"WE ALL NEED TO ESCAPE OUR PROBLEMS SOMETIMES, BUT THIS ISN’T THE WAY TO DEAL WITH IT!" He yelled back up. Becoming frustrated I walked to the edge of the building, "I’m not going to jump you idi... uh, oh... ARGHHH!!!"
I lost my footing, and fell down to the floor.
When I awoke I was in a hospital bed, aching all over. A nurse was there.
"The... the GameCube...?" I stammered…
"Oh, you shouldn’t worry about video games now. You need to get better." Replied the nurse in an irritatingly upbeat voice.
"But... I had a box with me... and a GameCube..." I muttered, trying to clear my head.
"What? No, you just had some funny display box... But if you’re that insistent on playing games, there’s a Playstation on that TV over there."
I groaned, and slumped back at the pain. Not the physical pain. The mental pain. No wonder the box had been so light. And a playstation? How could I play that when I had been so close to my very own GameCube?
So close...
But I couldn’t give up when I was this close to owning one of those shiny purple boxes. Learning from my experience playing Goldeneye and Perfect Dark, I disabled the security cameras when the staff were busy serving customers. That packet of out of date chewing gum finally came in handy. I then attempted to break the code on the door to the stock room.
"Can I help you?" the voice came from behind me...
"Erm... no thanks... just browsing..." I replied rather sheepishly. After a second attempt, and being noticed by the staff again I was thrown out.
I then decided that more covert action was required. Using my advanced bugs (putting my ear up to the window of the shop) I overheard that every Friday night the Game staff enjoy a big multiplayer tournament with many consoles and TVs... I decided this was the time to strike.
So on Friday night I returned, black trousers, top and balaclava in check. I used my wall scaling skills (and a ladder) to scale onto the roof, and then my advanced entry tool (a brick) to break the glass panel in the roof. I jumped down, landing as quietly as a cat, and creeping around the stock room. I sprayed some deodorant around to check for laser security systems but found none. Now all I had to do was get into the stock room. Using my technical expertise (and a sledgehammer) I managed to get to the wiring inside the code panel. From here, I simply cut the wires, and a few electric shocks later the door was unlocked.
I slowly pushed it open expecting a siren to sound any minute. It was too dark, and the night vision goggles I purchased from Toys ‘R’ Us weren’t working very well... All I could see was a green outline of Action mans arch nemesis Dr. X! But fumbling in the dark I managed to pick up a box that felt the right size for a GameCube. The box felt reassuringly light, a testimony to the GameCubes compact nature.
As I left the stock room, I realised I could not exit from the roof as I had planned, and the front was inaccessible due to the metal covering now in place over the glass windows. Clearing the display cases off some shelves I formed a crude but effective ladder, using each shelf as a foot and hand hold. I grabbed the hole in the roof and pulled myself up.
But the ladder back down to the pavement was gone! I looked down and noticed it had fallen over, and beside it was a man lying in a pool of his own vomit. As I pondered how to get down again, I heard sirens. I ran to the back of the roof fearing the police, but saw it was an ambulance. It stopped by the unconscious drunk man below and the paramedics hauled him into the ambulance... But I had strayed too far over the roof and one of the paramedics noticed me.
"DON’T DO IT!!!" he yelled. I frantically looked around for somewhere to run. But there was nowhere. "DON’T JUMP!" came his call again.
"I’m not going to jump!!! I just need a way down!" I called down.
"WE ALL NEED TO ESCAPE OUR PROBLEMS SOMETIMES, BUT THIS ISN’T THE WAY TO DEAL WITH IT!" He yelled back up. Becoming frustrated I walked to the edge of the building, "I’m not going to jump you idi... uh, oh... ARGHHH!!!"
I lost my footing, and fell down to the floor.
When I awoke I was in a hospital bed, aching all over. A nurse was there.
"The... the GameCube...?" I stammered…
"Oh, you shouldn’t worry about video games now. You need to get better." Replied the nurse in an irritatingly upbeat voice.
"But... I had a box with me... and a GameCube..." I muttered, trying to clear my head.
"What? No, you just had some funny display box... But if you’re that insistent on playing games, there’s a Playstation on that TV over there."
I groaned, and slumped back at the pain. Not the physical pain. The mental pain. No wonder the box had been so light. And a playstation? How could I play that when I had been so close to my very own GameCube?
So close...
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*Contacts lawyer*
Great post Sibs, really funny - looks like the Gamecube Hunter's out of action for a while, eh?
Any tips for someone who couldn't quite complete the mission objective...?
;-)
;-)
I managed to 'infiltrate' HMV and purchase one myself!
hehe! ;)
hehe! ;)
Heh heh. God tarn it, I love these fun-e stor-e 's.
Hmm... hard to tell...
*Pinches himself*
*Pinches himself*
Heh, cheers! And it's all true too!
... well, the first paragraph anyway... ;-)
... well, the first paragraph anyway... ;-)
LOL very good, the bit about the Infra Red goggles cracked me up.
I have recently been searching for a GameCube. My first instinct was naturally to look in trusty old Special Reserve. But alas. I saw they had none in stock, and even when they did get some they had a backlog of pre-orders to fulfil... So I decided to try a few high street stores. I made my trip to HMV and had a look. No GameCubes in stock... I went into (shudder) Game. And there they were. But alas. I looked at the price tags. None were under £200, because all were in bundles with some games. I asked if they had any GameCubes on their own, and they insisted they didn’t.
But I couldn’t give up when I was this close to owning one of those shiny purple boxes. Learning from my experience playing Goldeneye and Perfect Dark, I disabled the security cameras when the staff were busy serving customers. That packet of out of date chewing gum finally came in handy. I then attempted to break the code on the door to the stock room.
"Can I help you?" the voice came from behind me...
"Erm... no thanks... just browsing..." I replied rather sheepishly. After a second attempt, and being noticed by the staff again I was thrown out.
I then decided that more covert action was required. Using my advanced bugs (putting my ear up to the window of the shop) I overheard that every Friday night the Game staff enjoy a big multiplayer tournament with many consoles and TVs... I decided this was the time to strike.
So on Friday night I returned, black trousers, top and balaclava in check. I used my wall scaling skills (and a ladder) to scale onto the roof, and then my advanced entry tool (a brick) to break the glass panel in the roof. I jumped down, landing as quietly as a cat, and creeping around the stock room. I sprayed some deodorant around to check for laser security systems but found none. Now all I had to do was get into the stock room. Using my technical expertise (and a sledgehammer) I managed to get to the wiring inside the code panel. From here, I simply cut the wires, and a few electric shocks later the door was unlocked.
I slowly pushed it open expecting a siren to sound any minute. It was too dark, and the night vision goggles I purchased from Toys ‘R’ Us weren’t working very well... All I could see was a green outline of Action mans arch nemesis Dr. X! But fumbling in the dark I managed to pick up a box that felt the right size for a GameCube. The box felt reassuringly light, a testimony to the GameCubes compact nature.
As I left the stock room, I realised I could not exit from the roof as I had planned, and the front was inaccessible due to the metal covering now in place over the glass windows. Clearing the display cases off some shelves I formed a crude but effective ladder, using each shelf as a foot and hand hold. I grabbed the hole in the roof and pulled myself up.
But the ladder back down to the pavement was gone! I looked down and noticed it had fallen over, and beside it was a man lying in a pool of his own vomit. As I pondered how to get down again, I heard sirens. I ran to the back of the roof fearing the police, but saw it was an ambulance. It stopped by the unconscious drunk man below and the paramedics hauled him into the ambulance... But I had strayed too far over the roof and one of the paramedics noticed me.
"DON’T DO IT!!!" he yelled. I frantically looked around for somewhere to run. But there was nowhere. "DON’T JUMP!" came his call again.
"I’m not going to jump!!! I just need a way down!" I called down.
"WE ALL NEED TO ESCAPE OUR PROBLEMS SOMETIMES, BUT THIS ISN’T THE WAY TO DEAL WITH IT!" He yelled back up. Becoming frustrated I walked to the edge of the building, "I’m not going to jump you idi... uh, oh... ARGHHH!!!"
I lost my footing, and fell down to the floor.
When I awoke I was in a hospital bed, aching all over. A nurse was there.
"The... the GameCube...?" I stammered…
"Oh, you shouldn’t worry about video games now. You need to get better." Replied the nurse in an irritatingly upbeat voice.
"But... I had a box with me... and a GameCube..." I muttered, trying to clear my head.
"What? No, you just had some funny display box... But if you’re that insistent on playing games, there’s a Playstation on that TV over there."
I groaned, and slumped back at the pain. Not the physical pain. The mental pain. No wonder the box had been so light. And a playstation? How could I play that when I had been so close to my very own GameCube?
So close...
But I couldn’t give up when I was this close to owning one of those shiny purple boxes. Learning from my experience playing Goldeneye and Perfect Dark, I disabled the security cameras when the staff were busy serving customers. That packet of out of date chewing gum finally came in handy. I then attempted to break the code on the door to the stock room.
"Can I help you?" the voice came from behind me...
"Erm... no thanks... just browsing..." I replied rather sheepishly. After a second attempt, and being noticed by the staff again I was thrown out.
I then decided that more covert action was required. Using my advanced bugs (putting my ear up to the window of the shop) I overheard that every Friday night the Game staff enjoy a big multiplayer tournament with many consoles and TVs... I decided this was the time to strike.
So on Friday night I returned, black trousers, top and balaclava in check. I used my wall scaling skills (and a ladder) to scale onto the roof, and then my advanced entry tool (a brick) to break the glass panel in the roof. I jumped down, landing as quietly as a cat, and creeping around the stock room. I sprayed some deodorant around to check for laser security systems but found none. Now all I had to do was get into the stock room. Using my technical expertise (and a sledgehammer) I managed to get to the wiring inside the code panel. From here, I simply cut the wires, and a few electric shocks later the door was unlocked.
I slowly pushed it open expecting a siren to sound any minute. It was too dark, and the night vision goggles I purchased from Toys ‘R’ Us weren’t working very well... All I could see was a green outline of Action mans arch nemesis Dr. X! But fumbling in the dark I managed to pick up a box that felt the right size for a GameCube. The box felt reassuringly light, a testimony to the GameCubes compact nature.
As I left the stock room, I realised I could not exit from the roof as I had planned, and the front was inaccessible due to the metal covering now in place over the glass windows. Clearing the display cases off some shelves I formed a crude but effective ladder, using each shelf as a foot and hand hold. I grabbed the hole in the roof and pulled myself up.
But the ladder back down to the pavement was gone! I looked down and noticed it had fallen over, and beside it was a man lying in a pool of his own vomit. As I pondered how to get down again, I heard sirens. I ran to the back of the roof fearing the police, but saw it was an ambulance. It stopped by the unconscious drunk man below and the paramedics hauled him into the ambulance... But I had strayed too far over the roof and one of the paramedics noticed me.
"DON’T DO IT!!!" he yelled. I frantically looked around for somewhere to run. But there was nowhere. "DON’T JUMP!" came his call again.
"I’m not going to jump!!! I just need a way down!" I called down.
"WE ALL NEED TO ESCAPE OUR PROBLEMS SOMETIMES, BUT THIS ISN’T THE WAY TO DEAL WITH IT!" He yelled back up. Becoming frustrated I walked to the edge of the building, "I’m not going to jump you idi... uh, oh... ARGHHH!!!"
I lost my footing, and fell down to the floor.
When I awoke I was in a hospital bed, aching all over. A nurse was there.
"The... the GameCube...?" I stammered…
"Oh, you shouldn’t worry about video games now. You need to get better." Replied the nurse in an irritatingly upbeat voice.
"But... I had a box with me... and a GameCube..." I muttered, trying to clear my head.
"What? No, you just had some funny display box... But if you’re that insistent on playing games, there’s a Playstation on that TV over there."
I groaned, and slumped back at the pain. Not the physical pain. The mental pain. No wonder the box had been so light. And a playstation? How could I play that when I had been so close to my very own GameCube?
So close...
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