world of warcraft or what people do to get a game
and yes, i'm included in the title.
ten a.m. i leave the school and meet my friend john on the street. the raid for the game starts. "i was the second one to get there!", says he, well humoured as always, despite the fact that he woke up quite early to get to the store. "the first guy to arrive, man, you should have seen him! he was so nervous, kept shaking all the time, couldn't stand still for a mere second. breathe, man, i said him! take it easy, you'll get your game today! useless."
he kept driving to another shopping mall by the city centre, in hope that we could get luckier. he explained, "i have reservation for two games, but dan is screwed as they're only allowing each person to get two copies of the game, and no more. but if we can find it somewhere else, the better."
no luck at the shopping mall. every single copy of the game that the store will receive is already ordered. collector's editions, those are impossible for a mortal to get. anyway. long ride through the city, and we finally get back to the first mall, where he has ordered our two copies. but nearby, there is a football stadium with a computer store. "we could check there", he said, even though he hates the team whose stadium it is. football things, you know.
don't ask how, but we both forgot to go there in the very same moment we thought about it. back to the old store, at least twenty people, maybe more, are waiting. no game yet. no replies from anyone in the store. an unidentified reporter team is talking to people. "they should be indentified", i commented (journalist things). "they're violating the journalist's code of conduct and ethics if they belong to any t.v. station or press agency". but we soon forgot them, as lunch time was approaching. quick snack, back to the store. one hour and a half waiting for nothing.
then the first guy to arrive, nervous as always, met us by the store's doors. "some friends called me, there are copies of the game in tha stadium's store." we thought he wanted to clean the queue a little (even though he was the first - go figure nervous people), and our suspicious looks did nothing to hide our thought. "i mean it, i would go there myself, but the thing is, i have these vouchers for this store, and need to spend them today. but anyway, you have your reservation, so even if you go there, you won't lose it."
it made sense, and so we went. bingo! a shelve full of our game's copies. thirty, at least. we grabbed three at one and rushed to the payment area. then we met another player, one of those who went, as john, to that other store by the morning. he got his copy and left the store with us.
then, the fun: a group of, i don't know, twelve guys that were in the previous store were coming up the street as we were going down. they recognized us, but their rapine eyes quickly hit the store plastic bags that we didn't bother to hide. "is it the game?", they asked nervously (man, what a game makes to people). "is it avaliable there?"
"yup", we replied.
"how many copies?"
me and the other guy i met on the store, we were thinking about it, but john decided to make some fun. "i don't know, around ten, maybe less."
bullshit. but they didn't even bother to check if we were lying or not. they looked at each other and all of a sudden they broke into a desperate run to the store, each one of them wanting to get the copy for himself. we broke into a laugh, but they didn't looked back - they kept running as if there would be no tomorrow, to get their precious.
man. i wish i could have seen their faces when they hit the store, tired, breathing hard, only to find enough copies for each one of them. still, it's impressive what games can make to people.
ten a.m. i leave the school and meet my friend john on the street. the raid for the game starts. "i was the second one to get there!", says he, well humoured as always, despite the fact that he woke up quite early to get to the store. "the first guy to arrive, man, you should have seen him! he was so nervous, kept shaking all the time, couldn't stand still for a mere second. breathe, man, i said him! take it easy, you'll get your game today! useless."
he kept driving to another shopping mall by the city centre, in hope that we could get luckier. he explained, "i have reservation for two games, but dan is screwed as they're only allowing each person to get two copies of the game, and no more. but if we can find it somewhere else, the better."
no luck at the shopping mall. every single copy of the game that the store will receive is already ordered. collector's editions, those are impossible for a mortal to get. anyway. long ride through the city, and we finally get back to the first mall, where he has ordered our two copies. but nearby, there is a football stadium with a computer store. "we could check there", he said, even though he hates the team whose stadium it is. football things, you know.
don't ask how, but we both forgot to go there in the very same moment we thought about it. back to the old store, at least twenty people, maybe more, are waiting. no game yet. no replies from anyone in the store. an unidentified reporter team is talking to people. "they should be indentified", i commented (journalist things). "they're violating the journalist's code of conduct and ethics if they belong to any t.v. station or press agency". but we soon forgot them, as lunch time was approaching. quick snack, back to the store. one hour and a half waiting for nothing.
then the first guy to arrive, nervous as always, met us by the store's doors. "some friends called me, there are copies of the game in tha stadium's store." we thought he wanted to clean the queue a little (even though he was the first - go figure nervous people), and our suspicious looks did nothing to hide our thought. "i mean it, i would go there myself, but the thing is, i have these vouchers for this store, and need to spend them today. but anyway, you have your reservation, so even if you go there, you won't lose it."
it made sense, and so we went. bingo! a shelve full of our game's copies. thirty, at least. we grabbed three at one and rushed to the payment area. then we met another player, one of those who went, as john, to that other store by the morning. he got his copy and left the store with us.
then, the fun: a group of, i don't know, twelve guys that were in the previous store were coming up the street as we were going down. they recognized us, but their rapine eyes quickly hit the store plastic bags that we didn't bother to hide. "is it the game?", they asked nervously (man, what a game makes to people). "is it avaliable there?"
"yup", we replied.
"how many copies?"
me and the other guy i met on the store, we were thinking about it, but john decided to make some fun. "i don't know, around ten, maybe less."
bullshit. but they didn't even bother to check if we were lying or not. they looked at each other and all of a sudden they broke into a desperate run to the store, each one of them wanting to get the copy for himself. we broke into a laugh, but they didn't looked back - they kept running as if there would be no tomorrow, to get their precious.
man. i wish i could have seen their faces when they hit the store, tired, breathing hard, only to find enough copies for each one of them. still, it's impressive what games can make to people.
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