Long gone, but still has it

Mancini has been missing from the halo 3 server for quite some time now. However, I played with the young chap just a couple nights ago and he seems to possess the same skill he once left with. Hopefully, he will step his game up by creating his very own gamer tag. I'm getting sick of playing unranked games with this Italian stallion.

Theres no waking him up..

Theres no waking Mancini up from a cold slumber. Yes, that's right, the halo addict had his share of the first-person shooter over the weekend with a tall fellow by the name of Nick.

Chicken anyone?

Welp he's back, and he's hungry...

Hes gone...

Mancini has gone MIA. It's official, your favorite video game loving, speedie eating, programmer has gone missing. Speculations?

Critical Update

Mancini has gone a-wall from xbox live. The community hasn't seen Mancini for approximately 48 hours and is estimating his time of return to be within the next week or so. Rumors have it that he became ill with some sort of disease known to local gamers as boredom. Hopefully we will hear word form him shortly as the virtual gaming world isn't the same without him.

I just wanna play halo?

No bars, no girls, no cold weather; "I just wanna play halo." These are the words I heard from Mr. Mancini's lips as he gently placed the controller on his lap. He was sick of the overbearing external forces that so strongly called to him. It was time for Mr. Mancini to begin a new life in the virtual world of Halo 3 on xbox 360's console.

Mr. Mancini grew up in a small town not too far away from farmville. He lived a simple life filled with gadgets and electronic toys. He spent most of his time in his room alone with his prised possession; his digital camera. As Mancini and the camera grew closer, he exposed all of its wonderful features to his fellow humanoids. They too began to love the 3x optical exposure and took for granted it's hard bodied texture and limited warranty.

The camera soon broke and Mancini became lonely; it was here that he new his life was going to change dramatically. As time went on and he grew older, Mr. Mancini saw the world of technology begin to change dramatically. Day after day, he watched as large organizations such as Best Buy, and Circuit City expand their product array. On November 17th, 2006, Mancini thought he had found what most would call "salvation." The bright shiny black casing and multiple usb ports are what first drew him to the machine. As he starred through a security enhanced glass encasement, he thought to himself; "I have to have that playstation 3."

That said, Mr. Mancini withdrew his lifesavings and marched straight down to carousel mall and bought that spectacular piece of equipment. He took it home, washed it, put all the right pins into the necessary slots, and then finally turned the machine on. To his dismay, there was some compatibility issues with the hd features of the machine. Quickly, he got on his bike and rode to Walmart and bought a converter. Again, the cord was incompatible; was it the tv? Could this possibly mean that he would have to return the magical machine? Extremely disappointed and exhausted from his running and bicycling, he went to sleep, only to wake up an minute later and search google blogs and forums for what he called an answer to his solution.

Mancini did find a solution in the form of a high definition component cable made by Sony. Using the overpriced product, Mr. Mancini then fulfilled what he thought was his "ultimate" dream in life. Game after game, demo after demo, Mr Mancini quickly became exhausted. It was only a few months later that he realized that this wasn't his calling. He became extremely demoralized and exhausted. Soon after, he began eating more and making obscene gestures to his fellow gamesmen. This is when he turned to drugs. His "pot-smoking" friends quickly jumped at the opportunity to get him "high," and take advantage of his bountiful amounts of food.

When all had been lost and any remaining signs of heterosexuality had disappeared, Mr. Mancini collapsed right in the middle of his living room wearing only his socks and under armor. 12:00am....1:00am.....2:00am....2:02 a.m. - this is when he heard it, the sweet sound of bells and chimes along with a singing melody; it enchanted him, filled him with wonder and joy. After arising from the dirty floor, he noticed that the commercial had faded out. He wasn't sure what he saw or what he heard, all he knew was this what he had been waiting for his entire life.

But Mr. Mancini didn't know what the commercial was for, or even if he could purchase it. Again, he did some investigating on google.com. He couldn't figure it out, was it a new laptop, perhaps a gaming system? He knew that the ps3 had gotten old and he needed something new; something HARDCORE. He ran to the nearest Best Buy and picked up a weekly ad. He noticed a few new computers: Acer...HP...Compaq....but nothing that triggered any rememberence. He proceeded to ask BB employees who continuously claimed to "know nothing about nothing." Dumbfounded and annoyed, he ran out of the store screaming.

Days went by, weeks even; hope seemed to be lost. Then, on an eary Sunday morning, he received a text from one of his fellow nerds, proclaiming that he had found the key to life. Mr. Mancini rejected his sayings, claiming that he was "stupid and gay." His friend urged him to try this new console he had discovered, along with its most popular game but Mancini continuously refused and belittled his friend. Was there something better than ps3? something Godly? Mancini was awoken again from his drunken slumber by 5 loud knocks at his front door. Assuming it was his long lost companion Mirabito, he answered it. In walked in the nerd with a white box in his hand, but this was no box at all. This was something magnificent, hot, sleek, new....."GODLY!" He abruptly pushed the console into Mancini's hands and looked him dead in the eye(standing only inches away from his face) and said "let's play."

The two continued to turn on the machine and hook up all the necessary hd settings. They first had to overide the NAT proxy due to non-forwarded ports. Nonetheless, they embarked on their first person shooter experience. Mancini's eyes lit up at the extravagant textures and fore/background that the high definition game had to offer. As he laid down his first bubble shield, it was then that Mancini knew that this was his calling. After about 10 hours or so, the two stopped for some food. They discussed what they had just experienced and neither could portray any exhaust or boredness. Instead, all they could talk about was how they didn't want to eat, see girls, drink, shit, sleep, or pee; they just wanted to play Halo...