im out…
I got everything sorted out. After penalties and converting to USD (thank you CDN for fucking me over at just the right time) it set me back $340. The upside is that my license wouldn’t have been suspended in the US until 11/06 so we could have gone even if I dodged it but I wasn’t willing to risk being hassled at the border if it was in their system as unpaid and waiting payment.
I’m just throwing this out there now for what’s to come.
Oh by the way, I’ll be staying with Capps and friends in their hotel room. I think it’s within walking distance of the venue.
Just wanted to say good luck and represent Canada to its fullest. Win 3s!
If worst comes to worst, I can always redeem it at NEC :karate:
Posting from cell. everyone is either in losers or out of third strike. ugly brackets. stephen and i were plotted to play each other second round and same with cyrus and bill. how does that happen in a eighty three person tourney? anyway stephen knocked eric to losers it the third round. cyrus sent to losers in fifth sound by combo fiend. adam redou to losers in fourth round by jibbo. I lost to steve h in second Round and won three more but lost to humbag.
So any sign of the Johnsons?
What an insane weekend. As per Eric’s request I’m going to kick this old school.
Highlight Of The Trip: Tie between Justin vs Yipes FT10 and Marvel top 8
Low Point Of The Trip: Getting scammed in the 3S brackets
Line Of The Trip: “OH MY FUCKING GOD! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” (screamed like a girl from JS)
I’m pretty hyped up about this trip and don’t really sleep too much on the Friday. I spend most of the day sorting out last minute details and trying to get in a little bit of practice as I wanted to use Nakoruru/Chun Li/Kim in all my casuals as that’s my current favourite team when playing at home. In any case, Cyrus “Does the Grocery Store sell water?” Mir gives me a call when he reaches Burlington Station. He has a smoke and we talk about how Hamilton is in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and he’ll never come to any of my casuals. I can’t really say I blame him. Hamilton road crews do everything in their power to try and fuck over my car as main street is torn to shreds and there are raised sewers everywhere. I theorize that the city and mechanics are in cahoots trying to fuck over everyone. We hit up Popeyes for lunch and get the first bit of randomness as a city bus CUTS OFF FOUR LANES OF TRAFFIC INCLUDING ONCOMING TRAFFIC! WOW! I nearly hit the bus because my brain couldn’t process how horribly illegal a turn that bus made. It made every scumbag bus cut off look like shit. WHO CUTS OFF ONCOMING TRAFFIC?! Great moment as Popeyes as we get to the entrance. Two white guys are coming out as we walk in. They leave the door open for me and I walk through but Cyrus holds the door open for them.
Me: “What the fuck are you doing?”
Cyrus: “What? Just being nice.”
Me: “No, this is Popeyes. They’re white, we’re not. We have colour advantage. We don’t have to hold the door open for them.”
Cyrus: “WOW! I can’t believe you just said that.”
So we head back and play casuals. We play CvS2 and Cyrus gets smacked like 7 straight and asks to play shitty ass PS2 Marvel. So we play and Cyrus rapes me pretty badly. We’d play again later on in the night and some seriously shady shit goes down but I’ll get to that later.
I place the call to Enterprise and we get the van and pick up Bill “Can I get my Orange Juice in a cup to go?” Finlay. Back we go with casuals. I don’t want to play any more 3S so I watch Bill scam out victories with Makoto while Cyrus gets frustrated then he brings the rape and all is right with the world. Then the frustration starts. Cyrus and I play Marvel again and he fucking robs me over and over and OVER! Invincible boots? NO! IT’S PS2! Corridor ends your life? OH IT WHIFFED! IT’S PS2! Bait you with Super DHC Hailstorm? NO! IT’S PS2! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! So Cyrus wins like a bajillion straight games and I freak out and start on a super rant about how PS2 Marvel is the biggest piece of shit in history. Just profanity riddled stuff for like half an hour and then randomly again throughout the evening.
So on the less pleasant end of things we ran into a conflict with TOSF in that I wanted people at my place for 8:00pm but scheduling for some people didn’t allow them to come until later. So 10:30pm rolls around and no one is answering my texts so I text Stephen and say I’m going to bed and come at 5:00am. So of course at 11:30pm TOSF shows up at my apartment. Leave it to say I was pretty pissed off. We iron things out wherein we’d split the driving duties going down there and after a gigantic mess with the van 20 minutes to figure out how to roll a seat forward. TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES! We’re off to the US. Before I forget: GOD BLESS YOU NEW GPS! I’ll never print/write down directions ever again. So everything is great and we’re all having a laugh until we get to the border. The border guard is a really cute girl and we have some nice convos. We all conclude that Mortal Kombat is the only fighting game every person in the world actually knows about. So just as I think we’re done she goes “OK pull over to the right and go into Door #1”
SON OF A BITCH! CYYYYYYRUUUUUUS!
So we walk into this staging area and I’m not impressed. There’s the redneck couple who were obviously smuggling something stupid like animals or dangerous plantlife in their pickup truck. Then there’s the getto nigga couple (complete with giant botty blonde haired disgusting woman). The kicker is that her husband had FOUR DOO RAGS! I watched them examine each of them in the second room while we were waiting. FOUR? REALLY?! So we spend forty minutes doing absolutely nothing but watch Sportscentre. I rag on Cyrus for having some seriously faggot inspired gum. I can’t remember the name but the word “Medley” was in it so it auto fails. So eventually we here the words we were all expecting. “CYRUS MIR! PLEASE STEP INSIDE.” sigh sometimes it’s so fucking obvious. They talk to him for like… 3 minutes? Apparently Cyrus isn’t allowed to have family from Iran because if they had anything else on him we’d have been there a lot longer. Fuck the US border patrol. So we get back in the van and the new time on the GPS for arrival is…
7:01am
FUCK!
I wish I could say the drive down was eventful but it wasn’t because of course everyone fell asleep and I was left holding the bag on driving duties. We hit up this brutally ghetto gas station at 5:00am complete with 17 year old attendant with one eye (you just can’t make this stuff up). Apparently the guys told him we were going to a game tournament because when I tried to pay for the gas I got a speech about how he used to be a “pretty decent Tekken player.” OH GOD! IT’S THE APPLEBEES WAITER ALL OVER AGAIN! Anyway, this place is noteable for the most random bathroom in history. It was just a toilet in the middle of the boiler room. I actually walked into the room twice before I realized there was a toilet in it. I elect to let Stephen off the hook on the last leg of the trip and we hit up Days Inn without much trouble. We also checked in way too early (reservation was for 12:00pm) so we were all stuck in one room. I honestly have no clue how Stephen is able to sleep in the crevice between a bed and the wall. JS and I compete over who can snore the loudest. I win based on stuffed up nose syndrome. I wish I had a camera to take a shot of AdamB who slept while sitting in a chair with his head straight down on the table. It looked like the most uncomfortable position you could ever sleep in. I of course took the couch because I’m not sharing a bed with IRAN!
I slept for 1 and 1/2 hours. UGH! Why are they all sleeping?
As usual with road trips I ended up taking a solo drive. The van desperately needed air in the tires (I’m really shocked we didn’t have a problem on the highway with all the construction in Cleveland). I also needed cold medication before my head exploded. I elect to take the place up on Continental breakfast, which was literally week old toast and the worst orange juice in history. You know how you hit up McDonalds and it’s coke with white streams from the water they’ve put in it? Well this was water with streams of OJ in it. Random southern negro came in and goes NUTS!
Random: “GAWD DAMN! ALWAYS WITH MAH OJ! THE FUCK IS WITH MAH OJ?!”
Me: “Uh…”
Random: “YOU BETTA BELEE IMMA TELL THAT BROWN BOY UP DERE IN THE FRUN BOUT DA OJ!”
Me: “Uh… can you pass me a couple of butters”
Random: “…”
Me: “You’re in front of the butter”
Random: “YOU AIN’T DRINK THE OJ?”
Me: “Excuse me, I need a couple of butters.”
So he storms off, obviously going to freak on the manager for the worst juice ever served to a person. I take note that there is also a jug of milk that’s been out in the open for a while. Considering the patrons don’t have ready access to the fridge, the milk has been out there from at least 6:00am to when I was eating breakfast at 10:00am. Bacterial poison at its finest. I head back to the room and of course they’re all still sleeping so I just turn on the TV and turn up the volume. SUBTLE! REAL SUBTLE! Get your punk asses up and stop smelling like shit. We’ve got a tournament to hit up.
So everyone gets into the van and we’re like 1 minute away until the road is blocked? OH COME ON! So we have to make a ridiculous U Turn because they’re paving a main street on a Saturday morning. We all bitch about how construction always takes place at the most inconvenient times as opposed to you know… NIGHT TIME! We hit up the venue and the line up is MASSIVE! There’s got to be 300 people split into two lines going each way from the entrance. The guys elect to hit up Applebees but I’m walking right into that venue and fucking over everyone. Sure enough that’s exactly what I do as I walk past some guys right in the front, motion some guy I don’t know to open the door and walk in. This guy actually tries to stop me and I say “I’m Nagata Lock, if you don’t know me then you’re at the wrong tournament.” Man… looking back that’s got to be one of the most arrogant things I’ve ever said to someone. I shoot the shit with random top players (why doesn’t it surprise me the top players all got in without a line up?) and play some 3rd Strike. I win matches, I’m shocked beyond words. I lose all my mirror Chun matchups and that’s a scary thought because she’ll be whored by like 99% of the field.
So I burn a couple hours walking around and shaking hands with people until I see a CvS2 console being setup. Some guys from Cleveland are playing and I basically take the time to brutalize people with Kim stuff that everyone around here sees a mile away. Eric randomly shows up looking to split games and I have a personally awesome moment.
Cleveland player: “Hey, you’re Nagata Lock right? Your Kim is really good. I don’t feel nearly as bad losing to you now.”
Me: “HAHA! It’s all good, I suck anyway. points to JS this guy is a beast”
Cleveland player: “Oh yeah? Who are you?”
Me: barely containing laughter
Eric: “I’m the JS Master.”
Cleveland player: “Uh… that’s great.”
Me: “HAHAHAHAHA. You’re a highly skilled nobody.”
Eric: “Fuck you Nagata Lock”
Back in a bit… actual work is keeping me busy today.
Nagata, your comments about PS2 Marvel would have had me rolling if I wasn’t in the library.
Looking forward to reading more soon and wondering if you saw the Legends in Ohio.
Sounded like Team Canada had a blast lol @ PS2 marvel
Here’s my post about SB3 from the K/W topic:
One of my favourite moments was at the end of the trip, when Adam remarked that he’d been asleep for the past several hours save for ~10 seconds, where the only thing he remembered was JS screaming.
The JS Screaming story was ridiculous.
If you’re doing it old school like you said… does this mean that the intro log is all we’re gonna see?
Damn I was hoping the NagataLog would be one big post.
i hear reversals are good?
bump for updated nagatalog.
iran so far away. should’ve spooned with cyrus like last time.
wow, scrubsville
This is what they saw when Iran was crossing the border
which is why i had to OCV dis scrub afterwards
Yeah I was in a MSN chat and pointed out you nearly perfected the guy with Sagat.