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Plan9 · 03-31-2010, 03:04 PM

I've been thinking about this for the last hour and I feel like there's an untapped video game niche:

The modern American college-age nearly-an-adult-but-not-really relationship! All the drama, half the sex.

Just imagine: You play Schmoe Average, the Destroyer of Bud Light, a senior at Whatever-U. You were used to slacking off in class and pulling that C average, going to keg parties with your frat bros, and trying to nail anything with tits.

That is until you met Kaylee Keeper, the Destroyer of Single Men. She's reasonably attractive, reasonably intelligent, and hell... you were totally wasted that night you gave her rugburn on your buddy's basement couch. It was a whirlwind romance until you got caught up in the title thing and now you're pretty much a married bitch. You know this as true because you've talked about minivans with her before at great length.

Life is kinda miserable now. You've gotta somehow salvage your GPA, your weekends consist of compromising on movies or doing laundry, and you haven't seen your friends since last semester (since they don't go to class). You only have sex on Saturday nights (if you remember the right ABAB combination) and you sometimes find yourself in pleated khakis (reduces HP to 3). Suicide is an option, but only after you get that diploma (level 9 - Graduation, followed by level 10 - Whining About Marriage) and remember to pick up some soymilk (Paperboy-style) on the way back to your apartment. Ya know, the one that used to have all your death metal posters and now looks like its full of furniture that no one uses.

/humor

03-31-2010, 03:04 PM	#22 (permalink)
Plan9 I Confess a Shiver	I've been thinking about this for the last hour and I feel like there's an untapped video game niche: The modern American college-age nearly-an-adult-but-not-really relationship! All the drama, half the sex. Just imagine: You play Schmoe Average, the Destroyer of Bud Light, a senior at Whatever-U. You were used to slacking off in class and pulling that C average, going to keg parties with your frat bros, and trying to nail anything with tits. That is until you met Kaylee Keeper, the Destroyer of Single Men. She's reasonably attractive, reasonably intelligent, and hell... you were totally wasted that night you gave her rugburn on your buddy's basement couch. It was a whirlwind romance until you got caught up in the title thing and now you're pretty much a married bitch. You know this as true because you've talked about minivans with her before at great length. Life is kinda miserable now. You've gotta somehow salvage your GPA, your weekends consist of compromising on movies or doing laundry, and you haven't seen your friends since last semester (since they don't go to class). You only have sex on Saturday nights (if you remember the right ABAB combination) and you sometimes find yourself in pleated khakis (reduces HP to 3). Suicide is an option, but only after you get that diploma (level 9 - Graduation, followed by level 10 - Whining About Marriage) and remember to pick up some soymilk (Paperboy-style) on the way back to your apartment. Ya know, the one that used to have all your death metal posters and now looks like its full of furniture that no one uses. /humor __________________ *Whatever you can carry.* "You should not drink... and bake." Last edited by Plan9; 03-31-2010 at 03:10 PM..