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The
Game
So why did we create Playas & Haters...
The urban culture is a Shakespearean play taken to
the extreme. The beauty of the culture is plagued with unnecessary drama
that is analogous to a never ending soap opera. The rules of attraction, of
life , for that matter, don't quite operate the way one would expect
it to. A knucklehead, on a skateboard, who has just been released
from prison, gets all the ladies while a medical doctor is overlooked.
That doesn't make sense. Or does it?
Ask those same women what type of men they want and
they will all give the same politically correct answer. "I want a guy
that's funny, has a job/career and knows how to treat a woman right. I
want a gentleman." That sounds nice, if it was true. If you
administer the lie detector test they would all pass with flying colors
but does it mean they are not lying? The answer is a resounding,
"NO". They are all lying.
If you want to find a bunch of beautiful women,
head to your local prison during visiting hours. Unless you're wearing a
bandana on your head and speaking fluid Ebonics, don't try flirting with any of
them. They're not trying to hear it. After they have their fifth
kid by seven different guys then they want that doctor.
Oh, but doc, don't get it twisted. They don't
actually want you, per se. They just want you to take care of them, their
children and their baby daddies because you know Pooky isn't working and
has no plan to work. As you're going to work in the morning, take a good
look at the guy across the street with the two-way pager. He'll be
sleeping with your girl the minute your car pulls away.
Examine any of their past boyfriends and you won't find
one that fits any of those descriptions. You will find Ray Ray, the fake
thug. You will find Junebug, the fool that thinks having a PhD in Ebonics
means he is a scholar. You will find Pooky, the guy that bought the
two-way pager because he heard it in a rap song. You will find Skillet
driving a two hundred dollar car with four thousand dollar rims. These
are the 'bad boys' women actually want. Like Bob Marley said, "Don't
let them fool ya."
As for the fellas, every one thinks or at least wants
to be a thug/gangster. Pooky, what do you want to be when you grow
up? I want to be a thug because I'm "straight gangsta". So, is that
why you refuse to speak proper English? Is that why you're extra loud and
redefine the word, "ignorant"?
Don't front. You've seen the ignorant ones.
They stop their cars in the middle of the street and if you blow your horn for
them to move, they look at you like you're the problem. They block your
car in with theirs and catch an attitude when you ask them to move their car.
Knowing all this, how could we not make a game to poke fun at the whole thing. It's funny but it's real. We're sure you can think of many more comical situations involving the inner-city drama. So, head to your local store and pick up a starter deck, crack a brew and have fun with your peoples tonight. Oops!
We almost forgot the chronic complainers, the pain in the ass.
Okay, since you have absolutely nothing better to do, click
here to submit a formal complaint about the game
content. You know who you are.
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