Whee, my first Wii related horror story!
Jan. 31st, 2007 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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picklepopsicle was kind enough to let me come over and play with her Wii, so to speak, last Friday. Now ceiling fans to chop up my fingers, glad to say, and was careful enough about footing than to fall on my ass whilst virtual bowling (ahem, picklepopsicle and her s.o.), so I was good to go. Got the wrist strap on nice and tight, and I was away!
I'm a bit, erm, aggressive and found that with every roll of my virtual bowling ball, I was swinging my arm all the way up towards the ceiling. Same goes for any of the other sports; baseball saw me chucking with all my strength, whereas I couldn't quite grasp golf because it didn't entail me putting all my strength behind my swings.
And yet, it was still a surprise when, during one massive hurl, something happned in my hand. Wasn't quite sure what at first; something had flown through the air though I looked down to see the controller hanging limply from the wrist strap and the battery covering tucked into my palm... Wait a minute?! Where were tha batteries?!
It turned out one was in an empty flower pot and the other in the corner of the room. Yeah, Wacky, huh?
Peace, Ghani
So, yeah,
picklepopsicle was kind enough to let me come over and play with her Wii, so to speak, last Friday. Now ceiling fans to chop up my fingers, glad to say, and was careful enough about footing than to fall on my ass whilst virtual bowling (ahem, picklepopsicle and her s.o.), so I was good to go. Got the wrist strap on nice and tight, and I was away!I'm a bit, erm, aggressive and found that with every roll of my virtual bowling ball, I was swinging my arm all the way up towards the ceiling. Same goes for any of the other sports; baseball saw me chucking with all my strength, whereas I couldn't quite grasp golf because it didn't entail me putting all my strength behind my swings.
And yet, it was still a surprise when, during one massive hurl, something happned in my hand. Wasn't quite sure what at first; something had flown through the air though I looked down to see the controller hanging limply from the wrist strap and the battery covering tucked into my palm... Wait a minute?! Where were tha batteries?!
It turned out one was in an empty flower pot and the other in the corner of the room. Yeah, Wacky, huh?
Peace, Ghani
