Video Game Perfection, or how I learned to love the box and not break the controller.

I like being good at things.

And when I say that I like being good at things, I mean, I have total and complete tunnel vision at times because Perfectionist Beth kicks in.

Perfectionist Beth knits like a fiend, but is not necessarily the most fun person to play xbox with. I have very little patience, enjoy constant action, and, until recently, had a hard time controlling my fist of death when sniped by a 12 year old making fun of me on xbox live.

I was kind of nervous about buying a video game system due to Perfectionist Beth and what a jerk she is most of the time. But luckily, Perfectionist Beth was made for xbox. This is mostly due to my true love of achievement points and my joy in trash talking.

The quest for achievement points led to 3 hours spent trying to get one achievement in "Left 4 Dead". I'm still waiting to finally beat a level on Expert.

I can't even say I was close to achieving it. I've been trying to beat the same level on Expert on and off since getting the xbox, and despite last night, I have still not achieved it. It's not even that I'm not good at the game. I will happily toot my own horn (toot toot!) and say that I am awesome at the game. But that one achievement still alludes me.

Yet Perfectionist Beth is not angry about this, Perfectionist Beth is like let's go get that bitch. Perfectionist Beth is finally being used for good and actually aids in my enjoyment in xbox. I joined trueachievement.com, I play for reasonable amounts of time with simple goals in mind, and I'm fun to play with.

Trust me, sometimes I am not a pleasant gamer. Sometimes I am ready to say pretty horrible things to the person that just chainsawed me in half in Gears of War 2.

But most days....

I say bring it on.

(Expect Game Reviews, Game Rants, and more Game related joy in upcoming weeks)