I mean, yeah, we did hook up, but before that, it was all fuzzy. I tried to give out a straight-face for her not to notice that I had no clue of what happened that night. Like where we met for the first time, that kind of thing. We were going back in a discussion to what happened last night. The aroma, the taste! Yes… I was in heaven for a few minutes when I drank that delicious cup of coffee. Setting that aside from my mind, she asked me what I wanted – a coffee or painkillers? Of course, I had a hangover, I would rather drink a nice hot coffee with cream. She was wearing a t-shirt but with no pants on – like really she was just in her plain white panty. Then the door opened in a snap, and she was there, telling me she’s sorry and hoped she didn’t freak me out from what she did. ![]() Going through her pink colored wallet, scouring through her IDs which were probably fake, I decided not to use any of them as reference if ever she asks me if I remembered her name. While she disappeared from the room, I had to do some digging to find out who she was and what happened. So I decided to wake her up gently, but a sudden tenacity sparked and the woman beside me jumped out from the bed and threw the bedcover at my face. I didn’t know what to do, my phone’s battery was dead, and every cells in my body were going batshit crazy because I just didn’t know how I can get out of this situation safely– or worse: getting my manhood chopped off. That bastard didn’t even believe I had a one night stand, so what I did, I took a picture of the woman’s back since she was not facing me and sent the image to him – then my phone died. I had to explain to my friend that I ended up at a place that was apparently not my house. I eventually turned my head to look at the other side of the bed, and it struck me like a lightning that there was a naked woman lying beside me. And damn, a friend of mine got pissed that I ditched him last night. I managed to get a hold of my good ol’ communication device to check my messages. Waking up with a strong headache that made me forget what happened last night, something vibrated and I had to quickly pick up my phone with my sight all blurry then randomly took things in the process. I tried various ways after I finished it, but initially, I had to put myself into the shoes of the man in this game: I can be a douchebag, an asshole, or be the good guy. I fired up the game from my Steam Library, and started my progress in this visual novel escapade – where I have to just simply choose whatever dialogue I want to say. Silly me, I thought the game was like about a hundred megabyte. I immediately launched Steam, searched the name of the game, and it was cheap – for what it had, the price was acceptable.ĭownloading a particularly small file-sized game from Steam, I was a bit surprised. That’s where I stumbled upon this interesting visual novel about what usually happens after going to pubs or bars or whatever you want to call these places in where you’re living. Women in Video Games (The Lady Sidekick) by Anita Sarkeesian. ![]() In my normal day just browsing through various gaming sites for news and updates, checking my work e-mail, sipping from my glass full of blue lemonade, and went on watching a video about the final episode of Tropes vs.
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