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01-30-2002, 01:15 AM
Great story..
I know the feeling of the 'ole wifey not careing for the games....
Mine also likes the mario pacman type games..
Dont get me wrong.. I grew up in arcades.. Love old classics..
here is what My wife says..
There are just too many buttons to push..
Oh come on dear just try it i will put it on the easiest settings for you..
20 seconds into the game... She is looking upwards body just twitching like a grilling strip of bacon from the machine gun fire thrashing her body
owhh.. Down she goes.. " See I hate these game "
oh well.... just leave me alone then.. LoL
Go watch your TV show "Friends" or some thing
But as for your story.... Ironic isnt it to show off to a girl & then get smoked by one!!
I wish chick's liked them more...
I also play Diablo2 LOD, My wife also hates that game.
i have a buddy whos wife is better at games then he is! beleive it or not, And he keeps buying them.. I tell him all the time not to take it for granted, He Is Lucky As Hell!!
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01-30-2002, 01:25 AM
LOL Steel!
Happens every night to me. The good part about it is she's thankful that it keeps me home at night instead of going to the bars and getting wasted and spending all my money.
So if your woman nags you about your gaming habits, tell her what my wife-to-be's aunt told her:
"At least he's home"
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01-30-2002, 01:46 AM
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Stony:
LOL Steel!
Happens every night to me. The good part about it is she's thankful that it keeps me home at night instead of going to the bars and getting wasted and spending all my money.
So if your woman nags you about your gaming habits, tell her what my wife-to-be's aunt told her:
"At least he's home"<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Exactly! Also, for 50-60$ a game, you can get countless hours of fun. Go out drinking and go knows how the final bill would amount to (and just imagine those who go see girls dancing). And that's just for one night.
It might also facilitate this if the computer is near the room the wifey is located in when you play games (our computer is in the living room and I use good ear phones to play games). That way, she can see you and sometimes come over and give you a peck on the cheek as you play  Sometimes, when waiting for a respawn, ask her how she is. It goes a long way for peace and gaming! 
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01-30-2002, 01:56 AM
So, do your wives get upset if you spend too much time playing games, and not with them?
Because I want to get married, and I don't want to have to choose. 
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01-30-2002, 02:13 AM
It's not so bad until you have a kid. Just had one and my gaming time is once a week if I'm lucky. I get the itchy finger and sneak down when both are sleeping.
I wouldn't trade it for anything, but I need my killing sprees too!
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01-30-2002, 02:13 AM
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by The Tyrant:
So, do your wives get upset if you spend too much time playing games, and not with them?
Because I want to get married, and I don't want to have to choose.  <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
First off, you might want to see her definition of what is a long time on the computer (you might be surprised). And hire a hostage negotiator if it doesn't correspond to your definition
Every body I know that is in the same position as Captain Canuck all say the same thing. I don't have a kid yet, so I have more flexibility.
[This message has been edited by sk8save1 (edited January 30, 2002).]
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01-30-2002, 02:21 AM
Or you could do what I did. Build a PC for her own personal use and let her discover the wonders of the internet.
Ever since I built her PC, I see packages from UPS or Fed-Ex on my doorstep when I come home from work. Yep, you guessed it - Ebay. 
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01-30-2002, 02:26 AM
As a joke, my wife is thinking sending me to AA meetings... (Allied Assault)... 
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01-30-2002, 02:27 AM
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by The Tyrant:
So, do your wives get upset if you spend too much time playing games, and not with them?
Because I want to get married, and I don't want to have to choose.  <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
I told my woman that it was BECAUSE of all the time I spend on my computer that I am able to buy her nice things, and take her out to dinner at fancy restaurants (I am a self-taught sysadmin for a regional AAA headquarters).
Haven't heard a complaint since I told her that.
It also helps to get it out of the way EARLY in the relationship too. Right from the start I told her that I spend a lot of my free time playing games on my PC, and if she can tolerate that, then her and I will get along just fine. I reward her patience with nice dinners, compliments to her beauty, and sex anytime she wants it.
It also helps that she's a tech services administrator for a computer consulting firm too.
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01-30-2002, 02:33 AM
This is getting interesting
Thought I would post the story (which is true btw) as a Hello to this forum. My wife rarely stands over me to watch, it was just on this occasion she did (to my embarassment)
I have a LAN at home and the eldest two kids (I have three) both have PC's that can play this game. One boy, one girl. The girl camps, the boy goes for the Rocket launcher, go figure
Glad u liked the little story. I do write stuff for other games companies (which will remain unnamed). Just glad to bring a smile every now and again
I joined here because this game rocks. The SP is brilliant.
Just make sure you get the "I can spend as much time as I want on the computer" read into the wedding vows eh?
Steel
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01-30-2002, 02:38 AM
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Steel:
I have a LAN at home and the eldest two kids (I have three) both have PC's that can play this game. One boy, one girl. The girl camps, the boy goes for the Rocket launcher, go figure 
Steel<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
There's the advantage of having kids eh? I'm gonna try to have 9-10, that'll make a good crew to play no? 
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01-30-2002, 02:47 AM
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Tahoma, Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by sk8save1:
There's the advantage of having kids eh? I'm gonna try to have 9-10, that'll make a good crew to play no?  <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Well it would be if they were any good. I kill them easy. Only worry is that as they get older they will *turn* the tables on me!
Maybe I should start teaching the youngest (she is 2) then she will be ready
The others are 12 and 10 btw.
But yes, go forth and multiply for that really genuine *Clan*
I'll see ya in 15 years for the showdown!
Steel
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01-30-2002, 03:57 AM
My wife and I decided to be child free and I have all the time in the world to do what I want to do and so does she. Playing computer games is one of them.
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01-30-2002, 06:21 AM
“It’s a male thing!” I half turn and shout at my wife as I wait impatiently for the game to load. She stands hands on hips, “Oh yeah? Explain it then.” She replies.
“Look,” I begin, “we males like to fight. We stalk, run, turn, track multiple objects. We’re cool, we’re good. You females can’t even find your way on a map. Yeah,” I chuckle, “go up to the motorway roundabout and turn left. Now you facing North or South, East or West?” I ask in a knowingly triumphant tone.
“Ahhhhhh!” She screams at me. “Ok then hot shot, show me.”
The games loaded. Medal of Honour multiplayer begins. I can hear the other players running around. I head for the stairs as I hear footsteps on the stairwell. Were they going up or down? Can’t tell so I toss a grenade down the stairs as I spin around. Moving backwards up the stairs, the machine gun already selected in one fluid movement. The other soldier is startled as I empty a quick burst into his torso.
I spin around again and peer through the window catching site of another player running across the courtyard. Rat-at-at-at. Another one down.
I step back out of sight and pause for a second. Listening for any tell tale sounds. Yes, there it is. Someone walking up metal steps. Hah! They are going for the heavy machine gun in the courtyard. Dumb newbies eh? Always going for the big guns. You can read them like a comic book.
I make my way around the rear of the building and skip down a plank through the bombed out wall and onto the flat roof below. Bingo. There he is, just about to start covering the level in lead from the larger weapon. I creep up behind him and let a short double burst leave him a crumpled on the floor. Then a flash of movement from a top floor window. Curtains swaying in the wind and behind it the tell tale uniform of an American GI. Rat-at-at. Another one for the trophy room eh?
Move left, right, zig zagging as I go. Two more virtual players meet the same fate. Another grenade through a window, boom! My score is now eight. I see the best score on this three minute old level is also eight. That’s me! I’m good, real good!
I run through a door and make my way upstairs. I crouch as I move slowly towards the window. My gloating to my wife is almost louder than the game sounds.
Thwack!
A red mist fills the screen as I crumple to the floor. Killed by a single shot.
I glance at the screen. It reads “Steel was sniped in the head by Brenda.”
I lower my head and turn to face the nodding head and rolling eyes of my wife.
Damn!
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01-30-2002, 06:36 AM
is this a true story?
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