Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Gameboy to 3DS: Not a fast transition for me

Original Nintendo Gameboy.
Original Nintendo Gameboy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


As a kid, I wasn't really into video games. We had a Commadore 64, or however you spell it. The games were super basic. I believe there was a joystick to the system, so you could play Pacman a little easier.

I got a little older, and one year my mom got me a Gameboy from Nintendo. I played Tetris on it. Might have played a couple of Mario Brothers games, too.

That is the extent of my "gaming" experiences in life. Needless to say Gameboy to 3DS is not a fast transition for me.

I found this out, because I ventured out and purchased my children these Nintendo 3DS contraptions, I didn't realize I'd be expected to help play with them. WTF? I didn't buy them to play them, I want nothing to do with them.
The Boy/DAY playing with his new 3DS.

I have no patience for this crap. I want to throw these damn things across the room half the time, but The Boy comes to me every day asking me to help him "get up there," or "beat this level." DANG IT. I thought Wreck-It Ralph would be a super easy game....I mean the one that I downloaded onto the iPad is basically the arcade version from the movie.

I'm here to report, this damn thing for the 3DS is NOTHING like the iPad game. And I'm not happy.

I'm a novice at these things, but The Boy thinks I know everything.....which, normally, he's totally right. I do know everything. I cannot tell a lie. (Hold your laughter, I don't find it amusing. Yeah, I'm talking to you husband. It's not my fault you're always wrong, and the kids are wise enough to know this already.)

Here's the shining  moment of my day. It's also a PRIME example of what makes my children total opposites. My daughter, A.K.A, Night of Night & Day, only shows me the games she is playing, NEVER asking for help, she knows better already.

Well, not so much for The Boy, also known as Day of Night & Day! He's playing his little game, comes to me to help him.....I can't figure it out. I'm getting frustrated. He puts his hand on mine, looks me straight in the face, and says "Mommy. While I'm at school today, I think you should practice on the DS, so you can help me when I need it." 

I blame myself, I bought the damn things for them. However, Santa is just as much at fault for bringing this damn Wreck It Ralph game into my world.

HELP. If you have tricks to this game, at any level, share them. I am about ready to slit my wrists in frustration.


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