The ongoing history of the GTASF


OK so back in April I was supposed to wrap up 2003 covering THE LONDON TOURNAMENT and Christmas Eve at Gerjay’s. Then… I don’t know I forgot. In any case, someone just recurrected this thread so I’ve taken my tournament log (when I actually wrote them in detail) and have edited it with some perspective (italics).

This one had been building up for a while so I was really looking forward to this trip. I leave around 10:30am and pick up Jason (Noodleman) who can’t find his cell phone (despite my calling him not even five minutes earlier on that phone). We print off the directions we never used and Jason’s mom says “call me when you get there.” Of course Jason never calls his mom. We’re on the way to BCC to get Steve (Original Gatsby) when I get a phone call.

Me: “Hey Steve, where you at?”

Steve: “Home”


Steve: “HA HA! Yeah I know, I just got up.”

*Steve may well be the WORST person to rely on when having to pick someone up. To put it in perspective, Jason and I live in the northeast corner of Brampton and Steve lives in the southwest. At this point he never had a license and we’d agree to pick him up from a Tim Hortons around Steeles & 410. The fucking guy was NEVER ON TIME! EVER! You tell him to be there and he shows at least 1/2 hour late if not way later. A lot of times I’d call and his mom would have to wake him up. But then he’d show up and he’d do the Steve laugh (people know what I’m talking about) and you can’t stay mad. Fucking guy… *

FUCK! So we pick up Byron, who had been awake since 6am because he was too dumb to turn off his alarm clock. He looks like shit but coffee will fix that (he’s left two Tim Hortons medium coffees at my house in two weeks. I swear he’s going to die from coffee). We kill off 1/2 an hour waiting for Steve to get his ass in gear and head up to Sauga for Bryan.

I got a chance to fiddle with my digital camera for the first time as Jason humiliates me over and over showing me how to use the most basic of functions I couldn’t figure out.

Me: “How the hell do you turn on this stupid light.”

Jason: “Maybe you should hit the button that says LIGHT on it.”


Anyway Bryan shows up and he’s already eating McDonalds (every time I see Bryan he’s eating fries). A lot of the new blood who’s met Jiggabry may not know it but he used to be MASSIVE! I’d say Bryan was in that 300lb mark at one point in time. Back then he was an eating machine as opposed to the non stop walking + pot smoking machine he is now. If you want an effective diet that may or may not kill you, Bryan’s walking weed diet will drop 100lbs+ in under a year for you. The trip was fun as Bryan gets into an arguement with the rest of the car over whether Red Apples are better than Green Apples. Then we pass an apple orchard and start going on about owners of apple orchards punking off younger owners. “What the fuck you know about apples? YOU AIN’T NOTHING BUT AN APPLE SCRUB!” Oh my God, twenty minutes of talking about apple scrubs and how you’re not OG Apples unless you’ve been growing apples for ten years.

We made London in an hour and 1/2, which is way less than I was expecting (I may go up a lot more now that I know it’s so close). Please note I’ve never set foot in London again since this post in November 2003. What’s the first thing we see? DARTH VADER vs OBI WAN FIGHTING WITH LIGHT SABERS ON THE CORNER! WHAT THE FUCK?! There were literally two guys completely decked out in Star Wars gear fighting with Light Sabres while waving to cars. I thought I was going to cry laughing. “Only in London.” Then Steve spots this guy walking down the street with this brutal yellow hat and we’re like “worst hat ever. Only in London.” Jason do you remember this at all? I read my own log and can’t for the life of me remember spotting a guy in a yellow hat. Everything else in the log came up instantly but this one incident. We scam the fuck out of the convenience store (their debit machine wasn’t working so I decided to scam 2 batteries off Bryan instead of paying $10 for them) and finally reach the arcade. Or so we thought.

First off the arcade we saw was closed down AND it was right beside a strip club. Byron was disappointed that it wasn’t open until 3:00pm but I tried to explain noon strippers are horrible. Then we hit “Ace Arcade” but that’s also the wrong arcade. However, I should say this now. WE MUST HAVE A TOURNAMENT THERE! Ace Arcade may be the most perfect location for a tournament. IT’S FUCKING MASSIVE, it has fooz ball, pool tables, a bar and tons of games. The only downside is that the controls suck. So basically they need to add CvS2, 3S and fix their sticks and it’d be the best arcade ever. Oh yeah, and there are people that sell drugs all day long so you’ll always have a weed supply.

FINALLY we hit the right arcade and Nassim is the only one there (real inspiring). We play a few casual matches (they have BCC’s CvS1, CvS2, MvC2 and that stupid four playing side scroller that no one in Brampton touched except Pete) and then go to McDonalds. BRYAN FUCKING SCAMS MY FRIES while I’m on the phone and I have to get another one. MOTHERFUCKER! Slowest McDonalds ever. They had this freak of nature black guy with blond hair wearing a LIGHT BLUE LEATHER JACKET WTIH TASSLES! OH MY GOD! “Only in London.”

Thinking back, that arcade was honestly GOD AWFUL! It was more akin to a closet that just kept going. For some reason I didn’t write down that aside from Nassim, we also met Eugene (his actual name was George but for years I’ve been calling him Eugene). You ever meet those people that are completely out of their mind but have juuuuuust enough marbles left in the sack that they’re not committed? Yeah that’d be George. The most friendly scary crazy fuck you’ll ever come across. On top of that, the bathroom in that arcade was tucked away in this odd corner. Steve and I got into a 15 minute conversation about having to defeat THE MINOTAUR that guarded the dark bathroom before being able to use it. Proper lighting is important people. It keeps nerds from making up Minotaur scenarios. As for the arcade itself, it had a lot of BCC’s old cabinets and apparently they don’t fix them in London any more than they fixed them in Brampton. I distinctly remember everyone trying to avoid the 2P side of the CvS2 cabinet because you couldn’t low block. Nowadays you’d just borrow another stick, back then you were basically fucked if you started on “the wrong side” and you pulled the double switch on a loss. UGH!

We finally wrap up around 8:00pm and Nassim takes us to this really great Pho Ben Than place and THE FOOD IS HUGE! Jason, Kin and Nass gets these bowls from I don’t know… GIANT BOWL LAND and it’s got about 20 pounds of noodles in them. HOLY FUCK! I had never seen actual Pho before as I was always getting Wendy’s or fried chicken wings when I was at Pacific Mall. I get Curry Chicken and I wonder what the big deal about not getting rice is until I have a litre of curry sauce left over and get laughed at by the Vietnamese woman for asking for rice 20 minutes after getting my meal.

The bar we hit was pretty nice but the live band FUCKING SUCKED! The waiter was useless and I just bought my drinks from the bar. I have no recollection of going to a bar in London. We managed to fit six people in my Altima (Lord knows how, good thing Bryan didn’t stay because he’s way bigger than Kin) and head back to Nassim’s place. We played SF until God knows when while I watched MvC2 Grand Finals (SOOOOOO GOOD!). Nassim’s place should be noted for THE DEATH STAIRS! We played casuals in Nassim’s room but when Team Brampton went to sleep we were on couches in the basement. Unfrotunately it was like 4:00am and we didn’t want to turn on lights so we talked down the stairs that you couldn’t tell if they ever ended. Jason and I made it OK but Steve missed the last step completely and smacked up the wall. AWESOME! We headed back home the next morning pretty happy with the day’s tournament despite the actual tournament being pretty brutal. How the fuck did Kin even get home?






:rofl: “Wooooow… roll super… that’s AWWWWWESOME!” :rofl:



Bumped because this thread is important for new school players in the GTA



The London tournament was crazy. I still remember a few things about it and our struggling scene back then. I had to feel bad for JS, because George(Eugene) basically followed him around and heckled him the entire tournament. I remember Roger playing one of the bad regulars (imagine how bad someone has to be to have london consider them bad at that time) and smashed him numerous times with A-Blanka. Mihai lost to a kid who was terrible in 3s, and nassim and this kid hugged each other and jumped up and down. It was similar to homer simpson on the treadmill.

Justin, do you remember t7? The car conversation about fighting a crocodile or a lion, Mihai forcing gerjay to play games with him all night even though he pleaded that he needed sleep haha. Good times.



I used to play at Limeridge every couple of days, if not more. I remember them getting most of the versus games all in a streak. One week they had Xmen vs SF, then the next week Marvel vs Capcom was already there. Then MvC2 finally showed up. I was a death metal kid then, long ass hair, and I used to have some damn good battles at that arcade. Made a LOT of people pissed off at me with Blackheart zoning. God I miss that arcade :frowning:

I remember no MSS teams, and nobody was doing any high level combos. Just basic BnB’s all around :stuck_out_tongue:

Now the only ‘arcade’ left in this city is up at Mountain Plaza, and its mostly just older games, like Alpha.



some people told me about this thread, loving the stories. I’ll try to find the time to post some of my own. I have some pretty colorful ones from my Detroit days.



Wow excellent thread.



Man, I wish I bothered to venture out to BCC when it still had life in it instead of playing the CPU at Trinity Commons.



I absolutely love stories. The resurgence of this thread It reminded me of this thread:
Info on the Old School SF Scene? <- MUST READ!!! from way back when. And also I decided to go through my SRK history and see if I could find other threads. found this one also:Arcade stories...

Hmm… I wonder if Kevin would be willing to share some stories here…



I’m going to harass Kymah to try and track down all of his road trip posts. They’re some of the best stories you’ll ever read.



Darkdragons is the funniest



I had to struggle to remember my srk login pword. All good memories. I think me and helio were the only down town guys from annex subs. That was my stopping grounds. Plus funland one quarter would last me almost a hour on 3s if kai wasnt there. i always use to beast on helio(gohan) in 3s mvc2 and kof98 then one day i just couldnt touch him and he told me he was playin with dudes in scarbz and going to tournaments at vf and va. So I joined him and started going to tournaments. It was pretty much like mr satan seeing the Z fighters for the first time. I met all the scarborugh people sauga people. Metro, orbitz, orbitz unlimited night, i think york u had an arcade at one points.

3S was my game but played cvs2 for a bit then found out roll then throw gets you nowhere in a tournament, then i saw yellow s4 using p groove and figured i can parry just as good as him so i ex copied his P groove gief and walking 360ed the hell out of people.

Out of the best parriers in 3s at the time pcat s4 and myself i guess i was 3rd best. I dont count the weird fobs. I remember people being surprised at a metro tourny when they saw my bait and parry skills. I remember
marvins ryu kara throwing mix ups. I actually remember marvin not being that good when i first met him, then he just leveled up severly over the next few T tournys. Secret training i guess.

Some tournament memories. I remember getting robbed by some hit box glitch against js master at orbitz, i had urien with no life left he had chun li and did a random sa2 wit chunli i jumped over and started pushing him to the corner. The last hit of the super hit me out of nowhere when i was clearly behind him and i lost the match. the whole crowd was confused. I remember nagata consoling me after and saying just leave it alone its a china mans game. till this day ill never rate js’s chun, ever.

I remember seeing mtl players for the first time at a tourny at vf. Grand finals cvs2 prez vs johnstar. The amazing thing about the match was that they both had A groove and no matter what johnstar did any time he decided to activate his cc prez would activate directly after. he did it on more than ten differrent occasions. I dont know what voodoo powers prez had but thats the best reaction timing ive ever seen till this very day.

I remember kam and luu random guys who dominated with c groove and the whole mr.k conspiracy on srk. I seen kam grocery shopping a year ago. He looks exactly the same, but i doubt he could do a qcf motion to save his life now.

The very last tosf tourny i entered was for s4 vanilla when it was still new someplace around sherbourne i was one of two gen players.

I honestly didnt realize how long ive been in the fighting game scene until the past summer i was at A&C world playing helio in some cvs2 CCing like crazy painting up a storm wit bison and some s4 ae youngings were watching amazed at bison CCs one of the kids watching said holy shit bison can do that whats this game called?

All good memories, but life goes on. Thinking about a serious come back for ultra .



Oh also people always asking me why my name is angry black when im not really that angry. I never really had an answer for that.



Wow didn’t know you guys had such history in the game. i dont feel so bad losing to you now (nagata + rpg - i played you guys in hamilton about a month ago at super 1up)

we did have an arcade in my town (from Cambridge) at SportsWorld (r.i.p.), but my brother and I were more console guys. I did get the chance to play at some awesome arcades around ontario (Mister Arcade in Peterborough, the arcade on queen st in toronto (name?), erin mills, Sauble Beach arcades, quinte mall in belleville)

its a shame these places are not still around, its sad that now that we finally have the capacity to mobilize a community/events (internet), everyone chills at home to play online.



This is so amazing



Good thread thanks :stuck_out_tongue:




GG’s to Jonstar in SFV. People should post their CFN IDs in here. Hit me up at _will_TOSF for some games. (Note: I’m an old man now so I don’t get to play often.)



lol will willis
cfn - kymahusa



There and back again: An ECC9 Log

So we’re on our way to ECC after meeting up with Roger’s car at STC.

We’re making good time.

And then, Tony decides to go pick up his friend Ed who all of a sudden decided to go too. So we tell Roger we’ll meet up with him at the border.

It takes us 45 mins to pick up Ed, who we find out later doesn’t even play Street Fighter, doesn’t join any tourneys, and spends the majority of the time passed out behind the pool tables at Eight on the break. More on Ed later.

So we’re off to ECC. Again.

We reach the border after being stuck in Traffic before the border for about an hour. We call Roger who’s at the Wendy’s on the other side and tell him we’ll be there soon. How wrong we were.

We pull up the customs officer’s booth.

Customer officer: ID’s please.

We hand him our ID’s.

CO (to everyone in the car): Where were you born?
Tony: Bangladesh
Ed: Russia
Wing: Hong Kong
Ian: Umm I forgot what Ian said.
Kin: Toronto.

CO (to Tony): Can you prove you were born in Bangladesh?
Tony: No.

CO (to Wing, who is smoking): How old are you?
Wing: 20.

CO (to me): Do you have photo ID
Me: No.

So far we have a car with a person who claims he was born in Bangladesh but can’t prove it, someone who is smoking but looks 12, someone from Russia, and someone with no photo ID. And it’s memorial day weekend. Can someone guess what happened next?

CO: Get out of the car and go to immigration.

We spend an hour there explaining what we were doing and where we were going. When the officer asks tony what game he is playing, he goes “Capcom vs SNK 2, Marvel vs Capcom 2, and GGXX, which is Guilty Gear XX.” Jesus Christ, just say street fighter.

Anyways, they end up tossing the car and opening everyone’s bags. We had a bag from Roger’s friend (Danny) because it didn’t fit in Roger’s car. Traces of weed. They let us go because it was only traces.

So why were we stopped in the first place?

Because Ed was wearing a T-Shirt that had a guy in a wheelchair smoking a joint. Good stuff. Then, as we are leaving, we pass by four officers, and they point and laugh at Ed’s Shirt.

Officer: Do you have any weed on you?
Ed: Not TODAY.

(Jesus Christ)

Officer: What’s in your pocket? Pull your hands out.
Ed: Nothing.

Ed: I know why you are wearing sunglasses, because you want
to hide your eyes; so you can hide the truth.
Officer: Son, my eyes are the truth. If we caught any weed on
you, we would of charged you. Have a nice day.

I swear to God, we were one step away from getting a full body cavity search. If you wanted to get raped by four guys, there are other ways to do it Ed.

So then we leave for ECC. Does the ride get any easier?


Do you know why? Because Tony has either ADD or a hearing problem. He has two volumes for his CD player: Super loud or super soft.

So when we try to sleep, he starts blasting his music, and we all wake up. Then he’ll put it really low, and we’ll start to fall asleep again. And then, as if he forgot he likes his music loud, he pumps it up again. This went on for the whole freakin trip. Just kill me.

Anyways, we’re driving along making good time, following the map that Tony printed out from the Eight on the break website.

We finally end up in Newark, New Jersey and start looking for Washington street and North Ave. We find Washington street and start driving up and down, looking for the intersection. No luck. What the fuck. We ask for directions. “Umm, North Ave doesn’t exist.” Oh good, this is going to be fun.

Turns out, the tournament is in Dunellen, NJ, 20 miles from Newark. How we figured the tournament was in Newark is beyond me, but off we go to Dunellen. We finally arrive at the Break.

Wow, the place is packed.

Not because there’s too many people, but because a lot of people were twice the size of normal people. Anyways, I start watching some random matches (because we missed the team tourny) and find out that Ricky Ortiz has chosen to be on a team by himself. R4 Sagat. And he’s beasting on everyone. You’d be like “I’m hitting him! I’m winning!” Then he hits you with R4 Crouching fierce and you’re done.

That shit is broken. And he wins the tournament too. By himself. That kid is too good. Someone should sell him on eBay.

So we meet up with the rest of the TO crew and head off to motel 6. We decide to stick 10 people in one room with 2 beds. And it ain’t pretty

I don’t now if you know this, but after a full day being stuck in a car, people start to stink. And when you multiply that by 10, it starts getting fucking rancid. You could cut the stink in our room with a knife.

Whatever, I played games all night anyways, I don’t remember sleeping.

Day 2 of ECC, Saturday:

CvS2 and 3rd Strike Tourneys are today.

Man, I’m hungry. What is there to eat? I see a sign for break steaks. What’s a break steak? A philly cheese steak made at the break. Wow, how innovative.

I swear I ate too many of those. I think I got owned by the break steaks more than I got owned in the Tourney.

Anyways, they call my pool up for CvS2 (pool number #5). Oh goody! I get to play soon. So I wait around the DDR area. Half an hour goes by. An hour. An hour and a half. Somethings not right here.

Then I hear : Ok, pool number #1 is starting soon.

Why the fuck did you call my pool if I’m not up yet?
Fuck that, I’m gonna eat another break steak.

I finally play my match like 6 hours later.


1st match. Kymah vs I forget.

Toughest match I’ve ever fought in my life. The TO crew was gathered all around when they called my name up to the playing area. I hook up my DC gamepad, which is the sickest controller ever, configure my keys and…

Wait. For my opponent. Who never shows up. And gets DQ’d.

Whoohoo!!! Fucking idiot. Who the fuck gets DQ’d at a tourny?!? They call your name, so fucking stay in the area. I was laughing.

2nd match. Kymah vs Alex Nevarro.

Ok, I had no idea who this guy was. But he beats Arturo Sanchez later on in the final 16.

I pick C-Yun/Kyo/Todo-2. No really, this is my real tourney team.

He picks C-Sagat/Ryu/Blanka. My yun tears through his Sagat, then loses to Cammy. Cammy beats out Kyo, but I was able to take her down to half life. Then Todo finishes her off.

Out comes Blanka. Hop Hop RC Electrcity. Repeat x 999.

Oh look, I’m dead.

This is pretty much what happened the 2nd time too. My Yun takes out both Sagat and Cammy. Then Blanka takes out my team. Wow. Where did my life go?

I hate Blanka. Because I suck. And because he’s cheap. Anyways, losers brackets is where I am.

Loser’s match 1

5…4…3…2…1…DQ!!! I win again! lol stupid idiots getting DQ! Free breakfast.

LM 2. Some guy I ocv’d with Yun

LM3. Played Some guy from Ottawa. JR or something. Match went ok, had to switch to Sakura the 2nd time, because Cammy eats Kyo for breakfast. Lost to him with an inch of my life left.

That’s ok, I had fun, and showed people watching some Yun stuff.

Anyways, I’ve been in this arcade for like 8 hours now.

They called 2 pools of 3rd strike, but they hadn’t called my pool yet or annouced my name. I thought I’d just go outside for a sec to make a phone call.

I stroll back in feeling refreshed and energized.

I see Ian.

Kymah: Hey Ian, what’s up?
Ian: Umm…You got DQ’d from 3rd Strike.
Kymah: HAHAHA DQ! idiots! hah…wait…who got DQ’d?
Ian: You did.
Kymah: Shit.

Yep, poetic justice. Goddammit, now I have to fight my way outta losers.

3rd Strike

Losers brackets Match 1:

Some guy using Urien III.

I hate Aegis. But some how I beat him with my Ghetto Yun SA III. All the matches were pretty close though. I had to activate Genei Jin and Shoulder tackle under his Mirror for the win. I thought that was cool. Someone was sitting behind us filming the match for the guy i beat. I turn around and there’s this giant camera in my face. “Jesus!” I almost fell of my chair. I don’t know why he was filming my face. I think they are going to find me and kill me in my sleep.

Match 2 of losers.

Lost to some guy’s ken III in very close matches.

So I’m all out for the tournys. Stuff happens, people qualify, then we go back to the hotel for some R&R.

And then Jason Cole and Baltimore Chun walk into our room…

In retrospect, I think they walked in the night before. When you don’t sleep for 3 days straight, it all becomes one big blur. Anyway, that’s not the point.

Cole and Chun are two cool brothas. Not brothers, Brothas. Really down to earth. Cole’s a laid back kinda guy. Baltimore? totally different spectrum. Especially when he’s loaded. I woke up to a drunken conversation between him and Wing.

Baltimore Chun: Oh dear God!, you are one skinny mother fucker!
Wing: …
B-more Chun: I could fucking break you in two! Doesn’t your momma feed you son?
Wing: …
B: You know what you need?
Wing: what’s that?
B: A black girl. A big black girl, who can feed you man.
Wing: …
B: In fact, you’re so skinny, everytime I see you, I’m gonna buy you a sandwich, and if you don’t eat it, I’m gonna kick your skinny little ass!

I decided to go back to sleep.


US Food owns Canadian food bar none. A combo at taco bell canada is like 2 tacos, fries and a drink. Fries suck. In the us, taco bell doesn’t have any fries. you get tacos on the side. Like I got a combo with a mexican pizza, 2 taco supremes and a big ass drink. A Taco combo has 2 tacos, 2 more tacos on the side and a drink.

They also have resturants that don’t exsist in canada. Like white castle. Combo #1 at white castle is 4 hamburgers, fries and a drink. Combo # 4 is 20 :eek: hamburgers and 4 fries. I’m suprised the entire US hasn’t died off yet.

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Day 3 of ECC (Sunday)

Well, this is the day that Tony wanted to leave. First thing in the morning, because he claims it takes 15 hours to get back to TO. Tony, as long as you don’t bring your crackhead friends, it doesn’t take 15 hours.

Anyway, it doesn’t really matter because none of us qualified. But since I came all the way here, I wanted to watch the finals, so I was able to find a spot in Noodleman’s van.

I get a ride from Tony, because they deicde to grab a bite to eat from the break before leaving for Toronto. Not the greatest place to eat, but whatever.

We arrive to find Nagata Lock II giving hellfire and brimestone to Demon Hyo. Apparently, Ian was knocked out of CvS2 by someone who had already lost twice. So Ian gets to play Josh Wong to qualify.

Now, shouldn’t that be great news? Something to cheer for? I think so. Tony, on the other hand says “screw you guys, I’m going home” and ditches Ian. What the fuck? So that means had anyone in his car qualified, they risked being stranded in NJ if they played in the final 16. Go play in traffic Tony.

Anyways, Ian doesn’t beat Josh Wong, and goes to sleep behind the pool tables. Oh, and Danny is there too. He’s been there the entire 3 days, slumped in a feral position, as if he’s been shot, Or maybe he had too many break steaks, I don’t know what’s worse.

The CvS2 finals were quite exciting, especially with 4 Canadians in the final 16. Flo doesn’t show up to his match with Alex and get’s DQ’d. But Alex lets him play the match anyways, and destroys him. Flo, by the way, is huge. And he’s not getting any healthier.
When the Marvel final 16 started, it was so crowded that the directors starting taking away stools from the people watching, because there was no room. Flo HID his stool behind him. That shows 2 things:

A. He’s so fat he HAS to sit down all the time.
B. He’s so fat he can hide a stool behind him. They never saw it.

But I’m getting off topic.

I saw Veasna playing Justin Wong, and beating him with roll activate. That’s text book Clayton. I saw Eric almost beat Justin Wong, and then almost getting OCV’d by him. Stop being scared of him. He won’t eat you.

Anyway, we went back to the hotel shortly there after.

I’m staying in Team Brampton/Sauga’s room. Which has no lock on the bathroom. I see Cate going to the washroom. Shortly afterwards, Gerjay goes towards the bathroom. Now I knew someone was in there, but I didn’t know there was no lock. So I didn’t say anything. And Gerjay opens the door. “Oh my God!” And then he runs away. Doesn’t even bother to close the door.

We had a random select tournament after, and Alex won that. By beating Roger. Who was so piss drunk, he kept laughing everytime he JD’d something. Actually, he laughed at everything. And still almost beat Alex.

Monday morning, time to go home.

That’s pretty much the end of the road. We pass by customs with no problems this time, because out car has 3 asians, 2 caucasians, 1 black guy and a partridge in a pair tree.

We play various games to pass the time, like the animal game, where you say an animal and the next person has to say another animal that starts with the last letter of that animal, i.e.

Kin: Anteater
Gerjay: Rabbit
Noodleman: Tarantula
Justin: Umm…Animal

And the food game, same thing, just with food:

Noodleman: Pop
Justin: Pea
Kin: Apple
Gerjay: Umm… Edible Food

Man, there was just too much things that happened. Can’t remember them all. Anyways, I had a good time. Everyone should go to at least one National in their lifetime.

Well, it’s getting late boys and girls.

Speaking of girls, Empire Arcadia girls are like the town bicycle.

Rice and Gravy.


Kin “kymah” Mah