Pink Freud wrote:I know I talk about my nieces a lot (the irc crew know this especially), but this... this has to be shared.
So yesterday the nieces came to visit so I could give the youngest one her birthday present. They brought their stepsister who was down visiting, also, who I haven't seen in a long while due to family drama issues etc etc. She was pretty quiet and shy, until she saw my copy of Modern Warfare 3 sitting on a shelf and her eyes lit up, and she asked me if she could play it. I was wary, because she's only nine, but she swore that her parents let her play it all the time on her older brother's xbox, and knowing them how I do I decided that was probably likely (these are the parents who nicknamed their youngest "Hookie-La" after a song that Satan sang in an episode of South Park). It couldn't hurt to let her play it for a few minutes, and if it looked like something that her young mind couldn't handle I'd turn it off and put on Skate 2 for her. So I put the game in and handed her the controller, and she started up Survival Mode.
Never in my life have I seen such wanton, gleeful murder from a nine year old child. It was obvious that they did let her play it often because she was three times as good at it as I was. I sat there and watched her run around and take down enemy soldiers like a sharpshooter on meth with her Desert Eagle. She never missed a shot, and every round went into a head or other vital body organ, all while yelling at the top of her little lungs, "You want some!? Come get it! Think you can hide over there EAT A GRENADE!" It was surreal to watch.
I have never been prouder to be her step-uncle.
Horrify her with stories about how you used to play Wolfenstein 3D on a 486 with 640k of RAM and liked it, dammit!
If you did, I mean.
Also, get off my lawn you crazy kids, etc.