It had to be done
My little cousin was about to beat me at Fifa for the first time. I could see the manic glint in his eye as his victory inched closer, the clock creeping towards the 90:00 minute mark with him leading a goal to the good. Could I stand idly by and watch my reign as the champion come to such an ignoble end? Could I put up with the minutes, nay, hours of heckling that would surely come my way? Could I be damned!

So I pursued the only course left open to me. With a deft flick of the wrist I pressed the power button from I to 0, leaving the game *technically* a draw, my cousin in floods of tears and me suddenly feeling rather guilty.

I was 20.
And he was 8.
Whoops.
(xerophytic has no idea, Thu 17 Sep 2009, 15:04, 3 replies)

You bastard
I hate it when that happens. I was beating my mate at pro evo (Fifa's better but it's all we had) and he turned it off with 30 mins left to play and me 11-0 up
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Thu 17 Sep 2009, 15:24, closed)

HAHA
The age gap makes this all the better.
:D
(British Steel was participating in awesomeness on, Fri 18 Sep 2009, 5:15, closed)

Fantastic
I used to do this, and end it with the perfect tagline of. . .

"We'll never know!"

In a mysterious wavy arm sort of way.

Have a click
( the pink chicken sniffer sniffs pink chickens., Sat 19 Sep 2009, 11:57, closed)