7/13/2005 01:11:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

Yesterday, Dundas held a LAN party as his family were on holiday without him. Rather than sit in the dark, crying, asking why his family hate him, he allowed his house to be used as a virtual battlefield.

What's a LAN party? If you're asking, then you probably leave your house and like natural light. It's when there's a large gathering of computers, and multiplayer gaming occurs. We played MOHAA, which is a first person shooter set in World War II. If WWII was that fun, I don't know what all those conscripts were complaining about. I'd kill for the chance to shoot Nazis in Stalingrad.

For the event, I had to buy some ethernet cable from a local computer store... for 20m and 10m, it cost me the bargain basement price of £32.99. I shit you not. It's ridiculous, but unfortunately, I was trapped. The shopkeeper had made his sale before he told me the total, as he got talking about the LAN party I was attending. It was vaguely reminicent of the time I applied for a credit card. £32.99, though. I could have bought so much with that.

It didn't help when JD turned up with tonnes of ethernet cable of his own.

The LAN itself was good though- in the end we had seven people playing: myself, Dundas, JD, Soph, Scot, Craig and Jody, JD's 10 year old brother. Whilst this list isn't very interesting to people who don't know me personally, and indeed, people who do know me personally, it's going to help when I bother to put my blog into a database and offer a scary automatic profile for everyone mentioned or something.

It's a shame Jody isn't 100 years old and a closet Nazi, because he could really have helped them out in the real World War if his gaming skillz are anything to go by. Seriously, he's amazing at MOHAA, which frightens me in two ways.

The first being that he's a ten year old with the calculating mind of a member of the SAS, and secondly because young people are better than me at stuff. Surely that's a sign of age? My dad confirmed this, much to my disappointment. It's like with who I used to call old people, but who are now presumably my peers. No longer do they patronise their kids by asking stupid questions or speaking to them in a silly voice, it's the other way around. The kids talk to the parents like they're idiots and put them in a home.

Is the fact that the younger generation scare me also a sign that I'm old?

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