Results 1 to 5 of 5

Thread: Putting on my angry pants

  1. #1
    she'll steal your heart Hollycat's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2010
    Location
    Strawberry Pocky
    Posts
    9,343
    Articles
    2
    Blog Entries
    129

    Default Putting on my angry pants

    The other day I purchased Spec Ops the line at a walmart, today I finally decided to open up the case and found that there was no disk inside.

    ALL MY RAGE
    Discuss things that have happened to you involving video games that make you want to rampage.
    This post brought to you by the power of boobs. Dear lord them boobs. Amen

  2. #2
    Famine Wolf Recognized Member Sephex's Avatar
    Join Date
    Feb 2001
    Location
    Solar System
    Posts
    12,267
    Articles
    2
    Blog Entries
    55

    Default

    Hasn't happened to me, but a couple of times my friend went to go get something from a Res Box and he got a slip of paper instead of a game disc. That's basically the reason I don't use Red Box. Granted, the company did more than enough to compensate him, but this sort of thing happens ALL THE TIME. I have no idea why they don't have a better ability to tell if there is an actual game in the case or not.

  3. #3

    Default

    Lol. Go back to the store and return it.

  4. #4

    Default

    Starting a new game in GTA Vice City and saving it over my 100% completion file...

    ... WHICH I ACHIEVED THE DAY BEFORE.

  5. #5

    Default

    Um... hmm... well... uh... hrm... um... oh! Yeah, well, there was perhaps maybe one thing. No, wait, that wasn't about a game. But the store I was in sold games in a corner. I suspect they also sold hentai, but that's another story. I was lounging around this video store after a getting out early from a college class before going home. I was mostly just staring at stuff and watching a movie they demoing on a bunch of tv strewn about the store. I was asked twice by a chick who worked there if she could help me find something and I told her twice, I was just roaming. The third time she showed up with a mall cop (I was in a mall), and held open an empty video sleeve. She kept asking me what I did with the disc. Not only did they never show me what the sleeve was (so I don't even know if it was a dvd I had even glanced at let alone picked up) but the chick kept insisting that I had taken it. My suspicion is that the chick is the one who smuggled the disc out and used me as her fall guy. After getting "banned" from the store, I went to the customer service department of the mall to log a complaint like any responsible doofus. I didn't go back to that store for a couple months, but when I went back, that chick wasn't working there. Either she was a temp/part-timer or she was caught smuggling and fired.

    Oh! I neglected to mention that when the mall cop had escorted me out, I kicked a wall... that's how put off I had been by this ridiculous bulls... the mall cop threatened that I could be banned from the whole mall and he would personally eject me for my behavior. Schlong-gobbler.
    Jack: How do you know?

    Will: It's more of a feeling really.

    Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?

    Will: No.

    If Demolition Man were remade today

    Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
    Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
    Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
    Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
    Huxley: NO!
    Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
    Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
    Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
    Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
    Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
    Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
    Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
    Huxley: You need to leave, John.
    Spartan: But Huxley.
    Huxley: Get out!
    Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.

    By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •