Back on May 30, I went to video game night at twisterella's apartment. I had hoped the nightmare would fade into the oblivion of memory, but photographic evidence has surfaced. My imaginary therapist has instructed me to "own it" by posting the pictures here before any further emotional damage can be wrought. Be gentle, dear reader.
This is me mangling a tune on Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock. The screen said it was Kiss' "Rock and Roll All Night," but what I played sounded more like rats with steel claws attacking a radiator. Don't be fooled by the grin on my face -- it is in fact a grimace of sheer terror!
This is Jonathan and me playing SingStar. We're trying to keep up with Sir Mix-a-Lot's "Baby Got Back," while in the background our Benedict Arnold of a teammate Fred laughs with derision. To quote Dr. Zachary Smith, oh the pain!
The rest of twisterella's pictures from hell night video game night can be found here. I am owning the emotional trauma!