Dude, that sounds epic. If I played Homeworld on that screen, I could get my ass handed to me in REAL GLORY.
On the other hand, I wonder what DoDonPachi would look like...
Sorry, one-track mind.
By the way, I thought you fixed your computer, what happened?
'Twas the night before 24 hour Call, when all through the house
Not a peripheral was stirring, not even my mouse;
The cat-5's and SATA's were hooked up with care,
In hopes that no troubles would ever be there;
There as I was nestled all snug in my bed,
Visions of topless Go-go dancers danced in my head;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
But I could not be rose to see to that matter.
A miniature humvee, and eight lively hitmen,
With a little hispanic driver, smokin' Peyote,
One knew in a moment it must be damed Coyote.
More rapid than eagles his corsairs they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dan! now, Kaede! now, Garcian and Mask!
On, Kevin! on Con! on, Harman and Kun Lan!
To the top of the building! to the end of the hall!
Now bash away! bash away! bash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
So was my CPU crushed and my hard drive made to fry,
So was the fate of my setup that blew,
Destroyed by the hand of fate, and Coyote too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The laughing and chuckling of that little goof.
As I drew my fist, and was turning around,
Down the stairwell Coyote came with a bound.
And I heard him exclaim,
in a manner profaine,
As I stood there twitching with my hardware that sucked
"Hey buddy, you're fucked."