Kinda. It hasn’t really snowed for a few years (still dips below -20 in the winter though) and we get rain about every other week. It’s predictable, and that’s probably bad for Kansas. =P =P
Wow -20 below...I think the most I've seen it dip here is 20. There hasn't been a drought in a few years and I'm tired of the bugs.
It either cold or hot nowadays. =P Bugs are horrible here too. =P
As the gaming nights continued, I realized just how much I wished I could just sit down with the group, pull out my laptop, and run around busting gargoyles with everybody else.
Why was I sitting here, hiding from them?
I had always said I’d be the guy who’d be proud of where I came from if I went big. I’d wave at the kids from home. I’d credit the ghetto that produced “TheGreatCon.”
Yet I was listed as a CONfederation gamer. Everybody thought I was living in Munsay New Jersey, wherever the bricks that was. People had scoured that town top to bottom, but found nobody who looked even remotely Conish. A couple people had tried impersonating me, but hadn’t been able to back it up with a public game log-in, so hadn’t made headlines on the site for more than thirty minutes or so.
While the group around yelled insults in our native mixed-dialect, I logged onto my gaming account, and pulled up my basic info. I clicked on country, and scrolled down to the “Q”s. I found Quantatia, and clicked on it. I hit “save,” screenshotted, and then pulled up my Geronimo account. I uploaded the image, along with the caption: “About time I fixed that.”
People would be very upset, namely people from the CONfederation. Oh well. They’d get over it.
And just then, the room erupted. Celeste, who had been taking a turn on an old glove sensor set, let out a screech. “THEGREATCON JUST POSTED!”
I wondered how she knew, till everybody was crowded around somebody’s laptop watching as the guy opened the post. Apparently she wasn’t the only one subscribed to me.
There were a million whispers and murmurs, everybody had crowded around. Every. Single. Person. And then they stopped dead. Not a sound. And then the room erupted.
The CONfederation might get over it, but we weren’t going to down here anytime soon.
I've heard there are good reasons to be scared of turkeys. Chickens CON be vicious too, my older sis has some.
No you should be wary of the turkeys.*stares off into the distance**dubbed over heart beat getting louder and louder* Do not speak to me of chickens' rage! I have felt it's wrath and ruin! No, but seriously chickens will balk at nothing.
*starts rapping to heartbeat* *speaks to you of chickens' rage* Had to.
That night we opened the gamer lounge. It didn’t have much, till everybody showed up. And then it was graced with literally every gaming platform from the last thirty years, except all the expensive ones, of course.
Everybody was playing the same game. LEGO Multiplayer Battles, of course. And the banter flowed around, and I was surprised to discover my name cropping up. That also lent itself to a problem. If I just logged on and played with the gang, the game was up.
For tonight, I just watched. I’d have to figure this out later. Mateo was smothered in questions about TheGreatCon, and he blundered through them as best as he could, trying to avoid giving me pleading looks for fear of giving it away, and the following retribution.
I ended up falling asleep on the couch. What? I hadn’t gone to bed before the am hours once yet this week.
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I awoke to the muted sounds of the LMB theme. I groggily sat up, and stared blearily around. My eyes alighted on the clock, and then the two guys who were still doggedly manning their game-sticks, eyes glued on the old flatscreen TV .
“You can sleep on the couches.” I said, and departed for my office to finish my much-needed sleep.
I myself have pulled a few die-hard-gamer all-nighters.
There hasn't been a drought in a few years and I'm tired of the bugs. 
Do not speak to me of chickens' rage! I have felt it's wrath and ruin! 
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No, you tell. 