Day of the Dead Energy Levels: Another Gonzo Tale of Gaming Fun

It was about one o' clock in the afternoon when the regrets of insomnia set in - I had slept too late yet again and barely managed to budge myself out of bed, shower - and get ready for what I was unprepared for - by far the longest game of Talisman I had ever played - but also the most brutal session of Tekken 6 I had ever experienced. But we did more than that, my friends, oh yes, we did more.

First of all while I waited for my friend Mr. S to arrive, let's call him Mr. S because his true identity is that of a man of mystery - for truly a man of mystery is the only one who would stay up for all hours waiting for the World Cup Final and still make it to my house earlier than five o' clock. Round about three he arrived, and he brought with him a can of whoop-ass which he delivered in Tekken with a brutal efficency - to see him play Tekken was to experience the futility of human evolution - you felt like you were embarrassing Darwin to the point of him turning in his grave by playing Tekken against this fighting-game Ubermensch. The flurry of blows as he rained down punches and kicks on man, woman and beast - no matter what character I selected I always failed to beat him except with a few lucky strikes. Three matches won by me. Thirty by him.