For those of you who are just tuning in, this series is documenting my experience with Rockstar's boarding-school sandbox game Bully on the PlayStation 2. I chose to pick up where I left off -- almost a year ago -- because the entries that started this were written back then. I am endeavouring to play 3 or 4 times a week, reporting on the most interesting aspects of my experience, along with critiquing certain aspects of the game design.

If you missed the previous entries and want to catch up, check them out here, here, and here.

4 March 2010
Passing the Fun House mission was simple the second time around. I'm surprised I couldn't get it the first time, even if I wasn't paying attention.

I threw a firecracker at a prefect, which means yet another trip to the "punishment prefect," and that means more mowing the lawn. I wish I could take that ride-on-mower on a rampage around town, perhaps recreating my legendary escape from the cops in GTA: San Andreas, wherein I survived a four-star wanted rating while driving a tractor (spurred on by the disbelieving laughter of my brother and cousin).

For some crazy reason I thought it would be a good idea to follow that up with some minor quests. It took 3 or 4 minutes to walk some girl named Christy back to her dorm, with her being attacked by other (presumably jealous) girls on 3 separate occasions, and me once having to fend off a Jock that had it in for me. My reward for doing this: $10 and a lot of inane chatter -- so I guess it's not unlike real-life, except I got some money. But after she paid me she just ran inside, like she couldn't wait to get away. I couldn't help thinking, "Bitch. Next time find some other sucker to hold your hand and protect you from the multitudes of unpopular girls that want to kill you. I won't be there." Except I probably will, since the mundane makes a good break from causing chaos.

I also agreed to first egg the boy's dorm, then egg the girl's dorm as retaliation. I was disappointed that nothing happened as a consequence of those actions. But at least I got some money for my troubles (and the chance to egg a prefect on the way home -- there's something incredibly satisfying about getting one over on those guys, no matter how juvenile the means).

Most random moment of the day: I watched a (weedy) Nerd beat up a Jock -- that was a weird sight.