“I don't know what I'm doing
Alright, so we have to look around this neighbourhood for clues as to what our boy could have possibly meant by ‘Practice some moves’. What an enigma.
After a lot more wandering (seriously, a map would be nice) we come across this young man:
Yet this is all he has to say. That’s all very nice sir, but what about the skatebo—I mean moves mystery?
I feel like this is where I should mention My Boyfriend’s tendency to make plot points and then never follow up on them - we never do ask around the neighbourhood about that skateboard, and when the ‘what do’ button is pressed, we’re instead told this:
Oh-kaaaaay, so we have a new objective.
On my way to fulfill it, I came across another passer-by, who had this to say:
Basically, like most things in this game, people exist to promote the crappy minigames, so I have therefore resolved to no longer talk to anyone.
Well. Except these two, as they caught my eye:
They look like two lovely individuals, so let’s click the fine young man.
Excuse me?!? You do realise I’m going to be dating a ~rebel~, right? But then the girl chimes in:
I’m sensing some DRAMA. Man, let’s burn her with a snappy comeback. I can’t wait to see what I’ll say!
Me: What…? But I…Hmpf!
Like Keats in a rage, I’m sure. Don’t worry, when we’re dating our rebel we’ll get REVENGE.
So alright, let’s try and finally find where our guy hangs out.
(If it seems like I’m getting sidetracked a lot, that’s because this game somewhat reminds me of being in a car and told to go to the other end of the road, but having spikes continually thrown in front of you.)
Anyway, eventually we find A CLUE!
Just before we can put this information to good use, however:
It’s 11:00pm, which seems like a pretty generous bedtime for a young teen girl to me, but we must continue our search tomorrow.
We can click on our wardrobe to change our outfit, and as we want to impress our boy, I say we go for the only other piece of clothing we have, this skirt:
The seduction begins
From what I can tell, new clothes and makeup can be bought from the mall. The game doesn’t tell you this, you have to work it out. But for now, we must make do with our skirt.
Alright, so here’s where I have to admit that I may have scolded My Boyfriend a little too much: There is a map if select is pressed. Not that it really tells you where things are or that it was ever explained, but it looks like this:
From this I gather that the thing behind our two enemies is the skate park, where our boy awaits! They want us to dress better, but to dress better we need to buy clothes, and at the moment we have the fabulous budget of £11. So, time to grind at dog pooping, which I am sad to say I actually got quite good at.
I watched this screen for about half an hour, until we raised £129. Time to go to the mall and splurge it all on clothes! What do you mean, don’t we have school?
(Out of interest, I did go to the school but it was deserted so I assume it isn’t mandatory)
So, the clothes shop.
I buy us several items, and go home to try them on. I thought it’d just be a click-and-it’s-on thing, but oh no, it’s interactive. First we paint the eyeshadow on these closed eyes somewhat with the same finesse you’d give to plastering a wall:
And so on:
Is it just me or are the jarringly photo realistic lips kind of weird looking
And the final look, styled by yours truly:
They simply HAVE to let us in now.
So finally I worked out that those three stars on the outfit page are a rating, and you have to try and get one star. This again, was never explained. After a while of grinding the dog poops and buying stuff, I made this outfit which achieved a star:
I see the ‘granny’ look is in this season
Alright, so lets go show THIS to our disparaging friends.
…Uh. So ignoring that confusing and totally realistic last sentence, we’re in!
Ex-friend: Why would we be here if people could simply walk in and out?!
Me: Sorry. I just wanted to watch for a while.
Friend: That’s no problem if you are with the band.
Ex-friend: Ah, it’s the little girl again! She doesn’t belong here!
I went with ‘Event’.
Me; The “freestyle competition” is being held here today! You didn’t think I could miss that, did you?
Friend: Respect! You must be pretty cool to be taking part in the competition. Do you know what’s going on here?
I went with ‘Competition’, since that’s what we were just talking about.
Me: The skaters are competing to see who has the best moves. Judges will score each skater and the best skaters will go through to the next round.
Friend: That’s right! Wow, you’re really on the ball! As a true expert, you must know who the favourites are?
UM. After some Ip-Dip-Doo, I went with ‘Tony Harper.’
Me: This Tony Harper is really amazing! I don’t think anyone can beat him.
Friend: No no.., you’re right, Tony is the best, but he wouldn’t take part in such a minor event like this…that’s for sure!
Uh oh. What if we picked ‘It doesn’t matter’?
Me: It doesn’t matter who wins! The main thing is to give your best and enjoy it, right?
Friend: What?! Aren’t you supporting someone at an event like this?
Nope. Alright, so it must be ‘Skater Nature Clique’.
Me: Rumour has it that the “Speed Trick Boarders” are really hot stuff. But the “Skater Nature Clique” are on home ground and know the circuit like the back of their hand!
Friend: Well, you know our home team at least…but no way does that make you one of us!
We then get this..um…odd text from apparently an anonymous source:
NEXT TIME ON LET’S PLAY MY BOYFRIEND: WILL SEMPAI NOTICE US?
FIND OUT IN PART 4.