Know your fucking role, bitch....

 Aiight, another rant before the new vids come out(and a few mini reviews) for you fucks that love this shit.

Now, I'm not one to blow my fuckin shit, but most arcade peeps around here (tacoma/seattle area), knows who I am. It's about a half and half as to whether or not they like me, but never the less, I'm a sort of local celebrity. "The bald guy that plays MvC2", "MrWhitefolks", "The Pump Master", etc. People who know me personally or have met me in arcades know that I'm a 100% no nonsense asshole. If your cool, you get treated cool. If your an elitist dick, your gonna hate me after 5 minutes of knowing me. Period. That's the way it works. I've had my share of confrontations with peeps, good and bad. Most walk away happy because I know whassup with shit.

Shit? What's that you ask? Well, let's see here.

Fighting games, the fighting game industry, video games(in general), the game industry, movies, music, old school games, japanese culture(to some degree), and more. Ain't like I walk around like the majority of the asstards that think they're in the know because they read websites blowin my knowledge in your face 'n shit. But if we get in a conversation bout somethin, I can usually put down any kind of viable opinion and back it up. I can pull a crowd playing Pump with my 'actual dancing skills', and I'm not above yellin at some DDR homo that's raping the bar. Hell, I'm a sexy motherfucker to boot. Many people who hang out at the local arcades when I'm around have heard something along the lines of this from time to time...

"WAY TO USE THE BAR AS A CRUTCH YOU NO TALENT FUCK"

But it's the times when people that don't know who I am try to step up that it's the greatest of all. You read last time about the battle between me and the otaku nerds, and now you get to meet another 'bit player' in the life of MrWhitefolks.

We'll call him "The Truth(or Truth for short)". I'm using this based on those assinine commercials about smoking where they have over opinionated teens talking to bums and shit. Bunch of fuckin hypocrites tryin to save the world with their overly dramatic bullshit 'real life' spots on tv. Fuck 'em.

It's a known fact that at least ONCE a year some assclown that doesn't know me rolls up in the arcade and tells me to put a smoke out. Now, this paticular arcade is one that I've been smoking in and dropping TONS of cash in for over the last five years. The arcade owner and me are kosher with each other. He gives me the ok to smoke in the arcade, as long as I give him the heads up on new shit coming out that he might want in his arcade.

BUT

I guess he forgets to tell all the DDR kids that are on his dick about this little known fact. Hell, even the EMPLOYEES know about this shit. So today, I'm chillin at the arcade playing Pump, SF2, and misc shit that's around. After about 2 hours of me just hangin out and droppin mad cash, I decide to hit up the Ultracade and play another round of SF2(tryin to beat my own 1million+ score and to see if I can work any kinks out of my Guile). Normally, this would go off without a hitch. I got my water and my ashtray posted up there and I'm droppin redizzy combos on everybody. After I get done owning Balrog I get a poke on my shoulder.

I'm thinkin some douchebag 13yr old is tryin to bum smokes off of me like usual. But oh HELL NO. I turn around and run into the Truth. First tho, lemme give you a quick description. Raggy ass hair, flannel shirt, lookin like Kelso off of That 70s Show...and he has a REAL determined look on his face.

Me: Sup.
Truth: There's no smoking in the arcade.
Me: *raises my eyebrow* What?
*note* I've never seen this fuckstain ever in my 5 years of hangin out here.
Truth: Yeah, you can smoke anywhere in here except the arcade. So I'd appreciat---
Me: Yo, you work here?
Truth: Uh...(stunned that I cut him off) no. But I think I speak for everybody when---
Me: Tight, shut the fuck up then.
Truth: *real pissed off lookin* I don't appreciate an attitude like that from some "smoker".
Me: *while I'm still playing sf, I use my off hand to give this kid the finger while not even looking at him*
*note* I still managed to time a jumping crossup and bring my hand back from flippin this douchebag off to finish off my dizzy combo.
Truth: This is what I'm talking about, people like you ruining the arcade experience for gamers like me.
Me: *hits the 'end game' button on Ultracade*
Me: How long you been coming here?
Truth: Uh...well--
Me: I've been here 5 years, I've smoked in here for 5 years AND I drop hella cash in these machines.
Me: *lights up another smoke and delivers the finger*
Truth: Fine! We'll see what happens when I call ****(the arcade owner, who's name I'm keeping out of this shit)
Me: Dope, tell **** I said whassup and that his Pump machine has a few loose screws on the 1p side.
Truth: *stunned that I know **** and damn near throws a tanturm as he stomps off to the front desk to complain.

Now, normally this would piss me off to the point where I would DDT the kid on the fucking floor...but I just lit up another smoke like 30 seconds ago, I ain't tryin to waste that shit. So I just decide to watch what happens and laugh my ass off. So he goes to the front desk to register a complaint and 'Big Man' workin the counter looks over at me, and we give each other a nod. Then it looks like he tells the kid that I'm 'the man' and Mr.Truth storms off to the back of the arcade to go play DDR. 'Big Man' behind the counter gives me a stupid smile and all is good.

Lesson learned? Don't talk to strangers. We ain't here to listen or compromise with you over some dumb shit like a cigarette in a FUCKING BOWLING ALLEY. I ain't tryin to have to deal with some newbie ass maxipad motherfuck when I pay out my ass at a place I frequently give huge buisness to (which ironically, was on the other side of the fucking room...so there really was no need for this douche to bug me other than he thought he could pull some rank with Mr-motherfucking-Whitefolks), and it ain't gonna start with some upstart little piece of shit that thinks he can save the world by being 'politically correct' on my ass.
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