Posts Tagged ‘Games’

Let The PLOCK Wars Begin…

Posted: January 22, 2010 in Just Stuff
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Ok.. so if you’ve read this post then you know that I’ve been in this crazy PLOCK war with my cousin DD.

I finally bested her one morning with a ridiculous score of 766,700. For a one minute game, that’s HUGE.

But then DD started coming up with higher scores. Initially I thought that her ability to score high had to do with the fact that I was using a laptop and she would play at work using a desktop.

Make sense, right?

So I started using the desktop and I actually did worse.

I then thought that.. yknow.. maybe both my laptop and my fingers were throwing a mutiny on my brain and getting sick of playing PLOCK.

So I laid it off a while. A day, maybe. Not even.. maybe a few hours!! LOL!!

Anyway.. so I log into Facebook and open PLOCK and guess what I see??????

DD had broken a million!

NO.

FUCKING.

WAY!!

There is NO possible way that she was getting that score with out help. And I know exactly what help she was getting.

There’s a bot program that someone created that greatly increases your score. I KNOW she’s using it.. I also know that she’s NEVER going to tell me that she’s using it.

And so the competitive little bitch in me spent 6 Euro (10 USD ) for the program last night..

It still takes some degree of play because the user still has to manipulate the program .. it’s not automatic.. so it really isn’t a guarantee that you’ll get high score. But it helps. ALOT.

Now.. take a look at this:

That's my kindergarten picture.. don't ask!

Beat that, Bitch!!

LOL .. she probably will!

The first time I used the program, my school was 900,000+ .. so in keeping with the cloak and dagger bullshit, I posted this message on Facebook:

Let the war begin!!!

… especially when it bites MY ass.

Which usually happens when I try being evil because let’s face it, I’m really not an evil person.

Bubba’s laptop?

Yea.. being fixed.

He was having an issue with the audio a few days ago and didn’t feel like getting off his lumpy pork ass on Saturday when I offered to drop him off at the place the Crack Whore bought it.. because, you know, it was only 10am and then he’d have to WALK home.

And last night when the Crack Whore dropped Spaz off, I did hear her and Bubba mumbling their mumblings at the front door so.. that would explain it.

For Chief’s sake, I’m glad he didn’t bring it in his room.

But the fun is just beginning because I told him he was on his own for breakfast..

HIM: Why?

ME: Because I don’t feel like making it

HIM: Well.. can we drive through Dunkin’ Donuts?

ME: Not going to have time.. I’m doing something

HIM: Can’t you do it later?

ME: Can’t you walk to school?

Silence.

He’s in the kitchen now and I KNOW he’s going to leave it a mess because he’s a slob that way which is only going to give me more feed for fodder.

Let the games begin