Literature for N3rds.
I’ve had alot of obsessions in my day. Comics, records, pizza, mid 90’s porn, rare sneakers (worst hobby ever), horror movies, etc. The one infatuation that has persisted through my rapid accruement of life years has been my unfading affection for all things Street Fighter. I have yet to bear the fruits of my groin, so I think it’s safe to say the greatest chest swelling pride I have ever experienced is the moment I learned the universe solving equation of forward, down, down-diagonal=Shoryuken. I’m partially exaggerating.
As I was drooling Skittles scented saliva all over the pages of this book my mind switched modes from art admiration to enraged envy. You see, those fortunate foreigners over in Japan are all now in the arcades playing Street Fighter 4 with a grinning mouthful of Pocky while I have to squat in N.J. awaiting it’s stateside release. Yeah, I know the economy is crumbling and we are about to have a senile mummy with Alaskan arm candy running the country and I should be concerned with more pressing issues. Eff it! I want to yoga flame my way to blissful joystick ignorance!
I’m getting myself turned into pixels when I die. Digitization is the new cremation.
if you really loved street fighter you would be over in japan fighting off ninjas so that you could liberate street fighter 4 from the japanese before they learn all its secrets and become the ultimate street fighters.
is that gay mario for real? what system is he on?
uh….ok. yeah.