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This concludes our great experiment.
Verdict: We rock.
–Mark Wilson
We are officially eight beers and about two Jager Bombs into the show. After hanging out at the Activision booth for way too long watching McWhertor pwn at Guitar Hero III, we realised we were out of time and high-tailed it to Hall number three where Sony and, more importantly, SingStar was located.
Fuck 9:30 a.m., it’s well into 5 p.m. here in Germany and we’re well into our… um.. three Jagerbombs and five beers.. GERMAN beers. Around beer number two we noticed that the dank, stinking, littered halls of Games Convention had magically transformed into a sort of beer garden discotheque Valhalla replete with booth babes, Germanic gamers and lots of alcohol.
We’re, at this point, two Jager bombs deep (FOR ENERGY!), one Corona (apparently the party beer of Germany) and one man-sized Paulaner Hefeweizen. Games are looking a lot better and Mark is sweating up a storm. After spilling most of my German beer on the floor due to premature intoxication on the floor due to waiting in line at the PlayStation booth to play something PlayStation Eye related, we looked for something that we’d like maybe a little more fun in our slightly buzzed state.
Unfortunately, we ran into Boogie, after the Rayman Raving Rabbids 2 kiosks looked to be totally occupied. After a couple played songs—Daft Punk’s “One More Time”, Kelis’ “Milkshake” and who knows what Old Man Crecente did—we were more sleepy than pleasantly boozed. Fuckin’ Boogie. It’s literally a buzzkill.
We’re off to Hall 2.
In true German fashion, we ate meat and starch after consuming precisely two mammoth Jager bombs (we polished off the tiny bottle).
Synopsis: Subjects shows a propensity to discuss topics of high school activities.
Over lunch, we learned that Mark played trombone, Brian mended a broken leg and Michael asked that you not confuse him with Fahey. He also ran track and wrestled. Yes, he was a jock. Throw rotten food at will.
One of the more surprising aspects of Games Convention is the availability of alcohol, a rarity at a video game expo, BlizzCon not included. We’ve ridden into town with a drinking population of Leipzig-bound teens that was much higher than expected. Therefore, we’ve decided to try to see the sights and sound of Games Convention through the eyes of the German youth. By drinking. A lot.
We’ve already secured a mini-bottle of the local poison (Jagermeister) with which to start our hall crawl, but the rest of the drinking (mostly beer, we suspect) will be done on the show floor itself. The rules are that any time we pass a beer stand, we drink.
We’ll be posting progressive updates and expect that by the time we reach Hall 5, we’ll be praising Pony Friends for its fresh take on the horse grooming genre. We may even take up the mic on the SingStar stage to belt out some Scissor Sisters.
