My Story

A while back I went shopping for a new gaming laptop. I was pretty excited because I’ve been planning on getting one for the past six months and I’ve finally budgeted out the money where I can spend it without worrying about being broke afterward. So, anyway, yesterday I walked into the refurbished computer store near my house (it has five-star reviews!) excited to see what my options were. Think of me walking in something like this: Like I said, I was pretty excited. Once I finally spotted a guy who worked there I said, “Hi! I’m here to buy a laptop for gaming,” to which he replied, “Great, are you shopping for a friend?” Wait. Did I not say I was in the shop to buy a gaming laptop? I brushed off the stinging remark and went on to repeat that it was for me. The first laptop they offered me was a “basic” HP laptop that could run League of Legends (and that’s about it), and after that, they suggested that I bring in my Mac to trade so I could afford a better gaming laptop if I wanted one.

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As I slowly deflated I thanked them and walked out of the shop. At the next shop I went to I marched in once again, thinking that the same thing couldn’t POSSIBLY happen. But it did. Like exactly the same. “Are you looking for a laptop for a friend?”

First off, who the hell buys laptops for their friends? Or am I just a bad friend that I don’t throw down thousands of dollars on gifts that are in no relation to any major holiday? Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. All I know is that a small voice in my head whispered, “And so it begins.”

Okay, so a little bit about me:

Hi, I’m Veleda, and I’ve been gaming as long as I can remember. My mom was pretty strict that we could only game on certain days per month, but boy did we go hard on those days. Have you ever played Super Mario Bros for 14 hours straight? Because I have. That probably also had to do with the fact that there was no such thing as “saving a game” back then *gasp*.

The idea behind these restrictions was that we, the children, wouldn’t melt our minds like the Nazis from Indiana Jones when they open the Ark of the Covenant. As I got older that kind of backfired since my brother became a 16 hour/day gamer (#Halo) and I played until I beat every Spyro game.

As I got older I took a break from gaming to focus on finishing college three years ahead of my graduating class. And then I traveled the world and lived in other states/countries. But now I’m back. Welcome to my corner of the internet where I’ll be sharing my adventures in gaming and all things in between. Welcome.