First blog. I have a myspace, but hell, I'm not gonna blog on that! Who cares what emo teens think about me? But gamers, oh, my fellow gamers, I come here to spill out my guts, use my hands to try and pick them back up, and spoon them all back in again. Here the basics. I'm a 15 year old sophomore attending T.C. Williams High School ("Remember the Titans"), and I am a big gamer. It is pretty high ranked up there with my hobbies, including drumming, writing, soccer, listening to music, and, of course, utilizing my boyish charm to seduce the lady-folk. While I'm lacking in the "age" catagory, I have a bit of videogame experience behind me. I remember being 6 and plugging away at the Saturn for hours. I remember feeling bad when I saw scantily clad women in Duke Nukem 3D. I remember playing Indiana Jones for hours. However, at home, I was a PC enthusiast through and through. Only a straight-jacket and some nerve gas could keep me away from No One Lives Forever. I went on a PC buying frenzy, picking up whatever game looked remotely entertaining (and even some that didn't, as long as they we're in the bargain bin) and playing it for hours on end. At the same time, I still got exposure to console games, through my friends, especially my neighbor, Stephen, who had a Genesis. At least three times a week I'd make the short walk to his house and we'd plug away for hours at his game box. I eventually bought a Game Boy Color, and with it, a subscription to Game Informer. Being a foolish young lad, I only scrutinized the handheld reviews and previews, a move that would later haunt me, but more on that later. I've always had an affection towards the underdogs, and thus, their glory days long since past, had a leaning towards Nintendo and Sega consoles and games. Unfortunately, despite having a lot of knowledge of games, I was unable to unleash my console gaming beast until recently, due to my strict, school-oriented parents. After my Game Informer subscription cancelled, I managed to mysteriously "lose" (according to my parents) almost all of my saved up magazines, except for one, the September Dreamcast premiere issue. Having little else to read (Dicken's classics? Or Dreamcast?) I read all about the games and thoughts on the little gaming box that almost did. Even after it had stopped being produced, seeing pictures of Soul Calibur and reading about quirky titles like Seaman and Samba De Amigo kept me interested in the console. I also had a close friend who had once owned one, and fond memories of Worms Armageddon and Sword of the Berserk were rooted in my mind. Eventually, when it's price dropped to a mere 50 dollars, I had to take a stand. I struck a deal with my best friend: a Dreamcast console, controller, and Soul Calibur game for the game XIII for the Xbox console. Guess who got the better deal? The console flame was lit, and I sent off running. As of now, I have about 50 different Dreamcast games, all legit (except for Propeller Arena and Half Life, which are unreleased titles). The Dreamcast is truly an awesome console and boasted an amazing games library, despite its comparitavely short life span. It was the first console to be truly online, and had some hallmark games. (From gamerankings.com) In its two year life span the Dreamcast had 6 top-50 overall ranked games. In comparison, the Xbox and PS2 both had 8 despite having over twice as much production time, and the Gamecube had even less than the DC. Now, my computer, old and weary, is no longer fit for gaming, but my Dreamcast uberconsole is still trucking. Hopefully, this marks the beginning of a long and wonderous relationship (mmm...cheese).