SIX-ONE-NINE CUSTOMS
- November 21st, 2009
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perhaps against my better judgment, i’ve been wasting time playing a video game called “Midnight Club” on my girlfriend’s hand-held PlayStation thing. as the title may suggest, most–if not all–of “Midnight Club” takes place at night (or perhaps midnight) and involves people with more money than taste racing supposedly high-powered cars with comically large chrome wheels on city streets.
the graphics are rather ho-hum, the characters are unbearable, the opposing cars have all been modified to look as ugly as possible and the slapstick physics are frustrating but, amazingly, i don’t mind. it’s alright, actually. it might even be fun.
well, it’s fun until you lose the same race for the 28,673th time. then it becomes the focus of all the hostility and bitterness that you didn’t even know you had. i hate this game. i loathe it.
now if you’ll excuse me, i have a Mitsubishi to pimp out.





