There are only two kinds of people in EE/CS: those who were allured to this field by video games and those who were not. And I am not one of the latter.
But I am a bad gamer; there are few games in which I excel. If you played any video games, you would know that only when your opponent is a human, things become really competitive, exciting and emotional. Back in college, everyone has to have a game to brag about. And people are identified with the game they are good at. For example, F.R.F. was good at racing games like "Need For Speed III: Hot Pursuit"; O.Y. was a competitive Tetris guru (It's "competitive" in that every time you clear a row, your opponent will be punished by raising a row.); J.H.J. was a master of fighting games like "Samurai Shodown II"; L.X.M., nickname "moden", was and still is the invincible "StarCraft" legend. (Granted, their excellencies were at various levels with most of them being just good enough for the people I know of except for moden, who is close to a professional gamer.)
I was nothing. At least not until a small game featuring Pikachu playing a one-on-one beach volleyball came to our sight.
I was a natural. Merely hours of practice made me a great player. When most of my friends were still perfecting their skills, I was already playing at a higher level, the level of mentality. Not only could I put the ball in some unthinkable places, I started to use fake moves to break my opponent down. We had a challenge match where winner stayed in. It was so intense that my opponent's hands were shaking because of nervousness. But I was unchallenged for more than three hours! It was me versus the rest of them: F.R.F., O.Y. and H.J.F. Finally they gave up and I became the unquestionable champion of the game, "Pikaball"!
Day of my life!
(Click above or here to download. Windows only.:()
But I am a bad gamer; there are few games in which I excel. If you played any video games, you would know that only when your opponent is a human, things become really competitive, exciting and emotional. Back in college, everyone has to have a game to brag about. And people are identified with the game they are good at. For example, F.R.F. was good at racing games like "Need For Speed III: Hot Pursuit"; O.Y. was a competitive Tetris guru (It's "competitive" in that every time you clear a row, your opponent will be punished by raising a row.); J.H.J. was a master of fighting games like "Samurai Shodown II"; L.X.M., nickname "moden", was and still is the invincible "StarCraft" legend. (Granted, their excellencies were at various levels with most of them being just good enough for the people I know of except for moden, who is close to a professional gamer.)
I was nothing. At least not until a small game featuring Pikachu playing a one-on-one beach volleyball came to our sight.
I was a natural. Merely hours of practice made me a great player. When most of my friends were still perfecting their skills, I was already playing at a higher level, the level of mentality. Not only could I put the ball in some unthinkable places, I started to use fake moves to break my opponent down. We had a challenge match where winner stayed in. It was so intense that my opponent's hands were shaking because of nervousness. But I was unchallenged for more than three hours! It was me versus the rest of them: F.R.F., O.Y. and H.J.F. Finally they gave up and I became the unquestionable champion of the game, "Pikaball"!
Day of my life!
(Click above or here to download. Windows only.:()
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