What could go wrong, a quiet night in trophy hunting on Overcooked 2…
Firstly, we had to find the game. This would be an easy task for most people; however, my back catalogue of shame is very expansive shall we say. It took a good 20 minutes to find Overcooked, put it in the console, establish that it was Overcooked 2 we needed and then find the right game.
Secondly, JC is just as competitive as I am and when he saw I had more trophies than him made us play with his account. Now, don’t get me wrong I don’t particularly care if I’m Player 1 or Player 2; however, couch coop in Overcooked 2 only hands out trophies to Player 1. Good job I don’t mind the grind of replaying! After loading up we established JC didn’t own the expansions, so 30 minutes later and £15 lighter finally we were ready to begin!
We quickly ascertained it had been easier for our previous dog-free selves to spend solid hours staring at a TV. The cats never really bothered with us when we were gaming. A 10 month old puppy however, is a different ball game. He was a convenient excuse though for how terribly we performed in our first go on the first level. We rallied though, rallied right into the kitchen for alcohol because we weren’t going to get through this without taking the edge off.
Taking the edge off was a fantastic idea, things were going to disintegrate into chaos at some point regardless of a couple of drinks. We know from experience JC hits a wall where his brain and hands stop cooperating and he just starts lobbing food and spinning around with the fire extinguisher. One cider (JC) and bucks fizz (me) in the signs were there; blenders were being called Brenda a name JC usually reserves for a certain type of older, female driver. Then the slander started, accusations of throwing good food in the bin instead of cooking it (ok, so maybe I did that), being told to get my shit together every time we got less than 3 stars when clearly we both needed to sort our shit out!
Food started being thrown inconsiderately to stop me from being able to chop or move. The puppy started to be called Rory – this isn’t his name nor does his name sound like it. JC didn’t disclose that he had a ‘movey stick’ for a platform which led to a lot of pressure being put on me for that level (I don’t deal well with movey stick pressure!). I also managed to somehow cut/graze my knuckle?!
It got to a point where we were laughing so hard we had to stop playing. So a successful night in terms of good times but not so much productive in game completion for either us! My starting and finishing points were unfortunately the same – 56% overall, 7% of the Surf & Turf DLC which I’d done previously.
I’ve was asked what we’re doing tonight, the question did seem slightly loaded and leaning towards more gaming. That was until work called with urgent things that need doing tonight… guess we’ll have to wait and see how the evening unfolds.
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