Ok, so this weekend’s Aquaman training was a little more low-key than normal - as opposed to being Loki, which we’re saving for when we train to be Super Villains. Hah! I crack myself up.
Sorry. Anyway, our big plan was to go to the beach and see who was most comfortable in the actual ocean. Strangely enough, convincing our super team to go to the beach and have fun proved to be the hardest task thus far in the challenge. “Hey, you wanna wake up at 8am for a month and run three miles every day?” “Sure!” “Want to go to a beach and lay on the sand and just generally take a day off?” “No way, man!” Go figure. Anyway, so that plan was scrapped.
Instead, several of us went to the mall, which may not seem very Aquaman related until you realize that MALLS WERE INVENTED IN ATLANTIS! …maybe. Well, they might have been. Ok, but you can’t prove to me that they *weren’t invented in Atlantis. Plus I *really* needed some pants. And, if you will recall, Aquaman’s favorite (and only) item of clothing was pants! See, it makes sense, it really does.
However, in order to justify our training further we also purchased a game called Endless Ocean for the Wii. As soon as we got back to our Secret Super Base, we popped the game into our Secret Super Wii and grabbed ourselves so Secret Super Refreshments in order to truly enjoy the virtual Aquaman experience. Endless Ocean, for those who haven’t heard of it, is a game that simulates scuba diving and includes things like swimming, riding around on boats, and making friends with fish. Sounds to me like a perfect simulation of Aquaman!
So after about 20 minutes of trying to decide on a name for our diver (we ended up going with Arthur Curry) we launched into the game with excitement. The next 20 minutes were spent trying to get past the dialogue that somehow managed to be more boring that talking to an actual marine biologist to the part where we get in the water. Then finally the moment came - we got our first diving order! Yay! Now we just have to get in the water.
To someone listening in on our Super Secret base using powerful and tiny microphones, the rest of the evening probably sounded something like this.
Wait, you mean the ladder on the side of the boat doesn’t let you get in the water? Nor does the diving platform at the back of the boat. You mean you can walk around the entire boat without getting any hint about how to actually get IN THE WATER? ISN’T THAT THE POINT OF THIS GAME? HOW DO YOU GET IN THE (explative deleted) WATER?
Oh… there’s a menu button.
Ok, now I’m in the water. Hey look, there’s a fish! Let me try to be friends with it. (Waving the Wii-mote) Oh, look, it likes me! Hooray!
Oh, you can’t get any actual information about it until you get it to “Level 2″ of liking you? (Sounds like my love life) Ok, well, I just have to keep shaking this Wii-mote and eventually it’ll get to level two.
*Shake Shake*
*Shake Shake*
(From kitchen) Captain, you want another marguerita?
Sure!
*Shake Shake*
*Shake Shake*
(From kitchen) What are you doing?
I’m trying to get this fish to like me.
(From kitchen) By giving it a (extremely suggestive statement which, if you have ever used a Wii-mote and have a somewhat dirty mind, you can probably guess)?
Well, that’s how I make friends!
Ok, the point of all that was this: I spent about an hour playign this game, most of that time being spent on a) talking to fictional people who are less interesting than the real people I know, who are none to interesting themselves, and b) performing a lewd gesture to a fish that STILL didn’t like me enough to tell me more than it’s name. (Ok, now it really sounds like my love life.) The most interesting part of the game was when I figured out there is button you can press to sit on a lawn chair and “look at the ocean”. I’m pretty sure that playign a video game that simulates sitting in a chair looking at an ocean is as close to comatose as you can get while still conscious.
But then it struck me - this is a PERFECT recreation of how boring Aquaman’s life must be! I mean, think about it, if you were a super hero with the powers to breathe underwater and make friends with fish, diving wouldn’t be any fun at all! There’s no danger of drowning, and you can hear all those idiot fish yammering on about kelp or whatever it is fish talk about. Cell phone charges, maybe. Who knows? It’d be boring as dirt. And yet, your powers are only useful underwater! It’s a dichotomy of existential proportions!
The point of all this is that, without realizing it, we all gained a deeper understanding of the anguish it is to be Aquaman, possibly the lamest super hero ever. And so I ask you, the readers, to give Aquaman a break. He’s kind of a jerk sometimes, but if you lived on nothing but seaweed, were king of an underwater city of douchebags, and looked like the lead singer of Nickelback, tell me you wouldn’t be a little cranky. Walk a mile in another man’s flippers before you call him a pansy.