October 31st through November 1st: Mid Atlantic Gaming festival. Friday morning, the stage was set. An RV, my parents, and five young lads on a quest for gaming bliss. Our late start should have been a premonition that something would go wrong, but we cared not! That is, until we broke down outside Washington, DC. We hadta wait a few hours for a tow truck, and when it came, we were on our way.
Once stopped, we slept, and I was kinda pissed about missing Friday, seeing as no one would witness the awesome fury that is Ryu Hayabusa (though later on I found out that not only was the costume contest terrible, but that it was way cooler to put together the costume and build the sword than it was to actually wear the stuff… lord). Anyway, we rented a car and set off for the last three hours of the trip. We arrived there at about noon on Saturday, which was cool, since we only hadta get a one day pass, thus saving twenty dollars. (In retrospect, the door watching was so bad, we coulda actually paid nothing; but whatever, it’s cool).
The gaming was cool, though I did like gaming better at Philly Classic — much more classic stuff, hence the fucking name, but MAGfest had more to do in total, due to the main event room and the movie room. MAGfest was also the champion in the smelliest convention department. Way smellier than both Philly Classics I’ve been to together. The hallway to the gaming room at MAGfest was like a BO wind tunnel. You get used to it after a while, so it wasn’t a major problem.
I found my way upstairs to the main event room, where the Minibosses were holding a little Q and A. The discussion panel was cool, and revealing my identity when the asked who was from the message board was kinda entertaining. The concert was stellar, what with DJ Potato making an ass of himself. Wave Theory was cool, but I wasn’t wildly impressed until they did this thing where someone calls out the name of a game and they rap about it. Very nice job, I must say. Smash Brothers featuring Virt was pretty excellent, but they sorta lost me on the Kirby rap. Sorry, it just didn’t fly with me. They did, however, win me back with the cover of the Zelda dungeon theme with that epic violin solo.
The time had come for me to shove my way to the front for the unstoppable MINIBOSSES. Kids, they played e v e r y t h i n g. If you had a chance to see the show and didn’t, kill yourself. Nothing in life will ever be as cool as this way, I guarantee it. Waiting for Ninja Gaiden was so worth it. It was everything I thought it could be. It was like waiting until marriage for sex, except I’m sure that isn’t as satisfying as Ninja Gaiden. Everything sounded just perfect. There was even a nerd mosh pit, which I thought was hilarious! It was even funnier launching a kid that weighed like three grams. This one nerd girl and this geek even started grinding during one song… that’s right.. GRINDING during the Minibosses! A more repulsive spectacle I cannot recall. Seriously, how the FUCK do you grind to fuckin’ Nintendo music, and something like Castlevania no less? Some things are best left forgotten.
Well, needless to say, once it was over the place stunk of nerd love, and I had more than forgotten about the crappy Friday. I got a shirt, as I was more than honored to give the ‘bosses some money after that orgasm of good music. They signed my CD, which rules, and they were all in awe of their first CD for some reason; I found that amusing. The KFC-porn-beer party they promised didn’t happen, or I missed it, or it kinda did but didn’t, or they decided to keep their alc, or something, but as I left the place fully satisfied on Sunday, it didn’t matter. The Minibosses were some straight cool cats, and if you get the chance to see ’em, TAKE IT. You won’t be disappointed. Thus was my weekend. Shit went wrong, but all-in-all it was an adventure. This has been Neal, and I assure you, I am awesomer than you.