So yeah, that’s dealt with. Transplanted an RP community for several reasons. But nothing important. Fuck, I really don’t have much else to say. Click it or don’t. Who cares?

That’s all I got to say. My memory’s still a bit off, but I seem to be recovering. In other news, my blood pressure is going down, and hopefully with these new meds, the anxiety and panic attacks will too.

Then, there’s lunch tomorrow, which is going to be grand. I’ll get to eat little bitty squids and embarrass my folks. One of my favorite past times. And then, I’ll be picking up something I’ve been meaning to grab for awhile. More bullets.

THEN, hopefully, 1080p shooting can begin.

Ah, so as the picture says, I’ve got a hangover, and I’m still drinking. This isn’t half as bad as I expected. All the stories I keep hearing of hangovers make them seem like worst thing ever. I’ve had worse headaches from listening to people rattle off about shit I don’t care about, or don’t understand, which is more likely.

So on another note, punching air conditioners is dumb, but what’s dumber is punching a Freezer when you don’t know how to hit it and not BREAK YOUR HAND. That’d be my Brother, screwing up again. Same arm he broke as a kid too. Also, I meant to post this before, but I am retard. DBZ Abridged. Shits pretty funny. They just need to rework their playlist thing so it starts from the front, not the back. So lazy fucks like me can just turn it on, drawfag it up and enjoy. Oh well, at least it plays continuously.

Also found out that I got the wrong memory for my board, so I have to order some new stuff soon. Haven’t decided on what it’s gonna be yet though. Probably gonna pick up a few 4GB sticks after I sell a computer or something. Decent DDR3 is mentally expensive.

So that’s it. Now fuck off, I’ve got work to not do.

Managed to shake it off just about now, drank just on a gallon of iced tea. Oh well, tomorrow I service the A/C and turn that fucker on. I can’t hang with this heat this year, like I did last year. Whole week over 110, and one day with 120 by 14:00? Where do I sign up. Oh well, just more stuff to talk to my Doc about.

Speaking of conversations, Nick (One year break+One year break+Air Traffic Controller+Teacher+Router Train+Chairforce”) unblocked me on Skype today, blamed it on Windows Mobile 6 and Skype. I don’t use Windows Mobile, but I do utilize skype on my shitty Macfone, and I’ve had no such issues with it unblocking people. I however can say that he’s probably lonely, since all he has to talk to is Upside-down-Voltorb and Andrew Cochrane, the once resident closet-furry.

But back to my main topic, Mother nature kicked my ass. No breeze, just the dry heat and my HVB. Even fixed one of my other fans to try to stem the tide. But luckily, it’ll be 75 in the morning, and I’ll be doin’ my heavy chores then, like pulling a window unit out and cleaning it, then removing an old busted out washer. Then; I can sack out ALL day and recuperate from this. And you know what Vegita says the Official Sayian handbook says. “When a Sayian is beaten to near death, Their power level increases immensely.” But unlike Vegita, I didn’t have to go anywhere to get wrecked.

Guess that’s it then. You’ve read this, now feck off. I’ve got a sammich to eat and a bed to sleep in.

So, he’s reported, and inspired this:

Look at the old testament. The book of the Jews. The old testament is a book of fear, threats and crimes. Demanding the Jews to stop being assholes. Look at the heroes of the book. Moses. Denied access to heaven, because of what HE had to do to save his people, and God used to be a bit of a dick.

Lo! Here cometh the New Testament! New character, and God’s not a dick anymore. I guess he mellowed out after he had the kid. Nearly completly different the two books, telling of the same sins, but different punishments. The old testament is telling us not to commit sin. The new testament is telling us it’s okay, as long as we let ourselves be forgiven. Uh, cool story. So time moves on, and the Christians show up. The New Testament Christians, and the Old Testament Christians. Both just as bad from a different direction.

The New Testament Christians are pussies and quitters, because they typically ignore the first three-quarters of the bible, because they say it’s “Wordy” and “Dry”. Well shit head, it’s not supposed to be Harry-buttfucking-Potter now is it? It’s supposed to be the basis of your fucking faith, you knuckle-dragging inbred donkey-raping shit eater. Oh but you’ll listen to the fucking Protestants as they say “Hey dickhead. You need to know this.” The Protestants are the most annoying branch of the Christians, the hardasses. At least they know what they’re talking about; even if it is total bullshit.

The Old Testament Christians (Sometimes called Protestants) are a bunch of dry morons as well, as they’re still interpreting–Wrongly I might add, a book that doesn’t belong to them. The Old Testament is the JEWISH book, moron. And all of this to divine (Get it?) the meaning of the book, and fulfill their spiritual needs. And by that I mean pick up a pair of crutches because they’re too weak to handle life. Still, at least you’ve got to give them credit for picking up a heavy challenge. It’s easy to fuck your girlfriend’s sister and talk to a priest about it, it’s harder to not do it.

I’m not up to date on my Christian scripture, more like I hate the organizations themselves, not the book. I can’t blame a book for something that ignorant, self-serving, cowardly fools do in the name of it. Hell, if it weren’t for the Catholic and Christian massacres, that they won’t even man up to, I might even be religious myself. But I can’t buy into something that can’t even keep it’s story straight. But let’s hit a few more topics, since I spent five minutes making a picture.

God. That’s a doosey. I had a discussion with a friend of mine about making a supercomputer so powerful that the only name that befit it would be “God”. 512-8 core cell processors, spanned in pairs with crossbars between each chip, then a north bridge for each pair, on a PCI-E 16x 2.0 bus. A computer so fast, that it could calculate space time in milliseconds. A computer so large, the motherboard would be the size of a small house. So much bandwidth that it could run full-load cycles in a single cycle. That’s a God I can get behind. Not one who’s disciple edit and modify his story and use it as mind-control; if he even existed. But that’s my main bitch I guess. They’re calling a thrice edited book fact, when the fuckin’ thing wasn’t even compiled until 400 years after the events, with no written records! Son of a bitch! And you want me to put a twenty in the collection bin for this? To provide to criminals? I won’t even spare a dollar to a homeless guy if he even looks remotely shady. Fucked if I’m gonna give a terrorist organization any fuckin’ money.

I guess I’ve rambled on. I hate religion. Why? They can’t keep their fuckin’ story straight. They allow and supported the suppression of science, killed entire races and civilizations in the name of religious cleansing, create people who ignore facts and carbon-dating, completely and totally reasonable arguments they rebuke with blind faith or scripture. But there’s people out there like Graem who believe that people who say man created God, who don’t provide concrete proof of same, are ignorant, when he can’t provide concrete proof of his statement of God existing.

Simply put, according to the Old testament, we’re all supposed to be dead. Rapture, HUUUR DUUUR. So in the end, you’re really looking at a cool story that was supposed to end with all of humanity being wiped out in 2000, and the whole world judged. The new testament, however can’t make up it’s fucking mind when we’re going to be judged. Because hey, they figure if they keep guessing, they’ll be right…Once.

So when all this shit comes out, the religion started by Man, created God. In the end, the whole thing is bullshit. You can’t prove God exists, so we don’t have to disprove his existence. C’mon Graem. It’s not fuckin’ Rocket Science. It’s logic, and pretty easy to grasp. The whole thing is bullshit, and you know it. Ain’t much more to it than that.

Oh and Graem? Just because you helped me, doesn’t make you immune to my fist. And a good post I figure too. Two images, and I just might have something to replace my little title thing soon too.

So in short, God is bullshit, Religion is Bullshit. Penn and Teller are right, you should listen to them, and me too.

In other news, I’ve been working on a vector that not all may enjoy, and just like this place, isn’t intended for minors. But beyond that, LOT Poland killed the Pole President. So I sent Poland a text message and asked him why he killed his president. He didn’t like that too much, and it probably got me flagged for some shit. But it was worth it.

So, when Bad Company 2 launched on the second, Me and my boys have a good skill level, and we’re looking to wreck your experience with spawn raping and ROCKET HEADSHOT and SURPRISE DRILL TO THE BRAIN!

But to this point we are still arguing over the clan name. I prefer Dick Soup, because that was the name of the squad we all decided on and created in Battlefield 2. Tyson prefers RAEGFACE, and Amaras likes Assholes. While I’m not too paticular what goes infront of my name in this game, I did care what my name was. And Democratically it was chosen. Princess Peach. Seriously. Oh well, I don’t mind. 13 days into playing it I’m already Second Lieutenant (Technically Captain due to two bars, but Dice fucks everything up.) I’ve got almost all of the unlocks for all classes, medic being my least used. Granted I like the M249, but the hit detection still leaves plenty to be desired.

I spend most of my time rushing and sending PG-7VM-L’s and FFV551 into the faces/chests and rear plates of anything within sight, or performing fifty caliber dentistry with the Barret M95. Tyson’s a good support ambusher and You-AV pilot and Amaras is better with a rifle than I am, even though him-vs-me, I tend to come out on top because I’m faster for acquisition, and he’s better at sitting still.

After we decide on a clan name, I’ll be setting up a website, forum (Already done) and a server. Nothing much more than that.

Well, I’d like to say I have a good excuse, but I don’t. Simply I haven’t had the place to do the shooting of the stuff, and I’m still lacking a little gear for the audio section of it. I also wouldn’t mind picking up another 1080p camera, so we can do this right. You know, a camera near ground zero, some lexan plates to cover the camera so it’s safe, some Ballistics gel for effect, yatta yatta. All stuff that can be done, but mostly out of budget. I was thinking of doing some of this in Hallsburg, but I lack some saftey out there, and even though the series is going to be called “Irresponsible use of Firearms”, that doesn’t mean we’re going to be reckless. There’s cattle out there, and people. Rather be safe than indited for murder.

And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream, is that too much to ask? With a safe home, and a warm bed, on a quiet little street. All she wants is just that something to hold onto, that’s all she needs.

And to think that this is my job.

“I’m done playing the games and shit I’m deleding your numbers please don’t call me any more”

I guess that’s because I had to go get my medicine from HEB, and come home to find that I’ve been locked out of the house. Yeah man, your problems sure are my fault aren’t they?

What are these games that I’m supposedly playing or whatever you’re going on about? I’ve done nothing but bent over fucking backwards for you. You needed something and I had it to spare? You got it at no cost. You were hungry and needed a place to crash for two days a couple times? I fed you and gave you a place to sleep. You needed to get somewhere? I facilitated a ride. You needed something fixed? I fixed it.

I took better care of you than your own fucking mother. And you got the nuts to blame your problems on me? Blame me for you being hungry? Blame me for you not having something? How fucking dare you. When you lived on primrose, and your mother was off doing whatever it was, when she should have been taking care of you, you called me or Chris. Chris moved, and you had me. What did I do? I did what I could to help you without disrupting my situation.

You leave the roach infested house that your mother lived in, and move in with your brother. You were over here just about every other weekend, eating my food, sleeping on my futon. Did I mind? No, it gave you a place to get something to eat and a place to get away from your brother–whom at the time you told me was a rabid asshole. You lived in a shed, exposed to the weather. I did what I could to help you out.

You moved in with Greg. You called me to come get you so you could crash over here, and get out of Another shed, wanting me to feed you and give you a place to crash. What did I do? I fed you and gave you a place to crash.

You move into an apartment with Kelly, and you don’t call me for a few days, then your laptop starts acting funny and you need someone with some thermal paste to re-goo the heatsinks in it. Then instead of staying over, you want to be taken home, so home you go. You catch me on MSN and tell me some story about your mom needing your help on something, then you ask me if you can come back over. Sean was busy with some stuff, and I wasn’t feeling to well, so I told you that I didn’t care if you came back over, but I had to go get my medication. Since I had to go on foot, you asked if you could meet me up there. I said you could do what you wanted to do, because I still didn’t feel to well. Sean comes by as I’m in the bathroom, then we go to the place

A half hour later I get the text message. Why? I don’t know. I’m sitting at Sean’s place while watching an episode of Mythbusters on his DVR, after I find out my medication isn’t ready yet. So I’m a little irate but that’s fine. You’ve blown up on me before, so I’m going to let you calm down some. But you do need to know this. I’m done with you.

You wanna blame me for your fucking problems? Kill yourself. I ain’t got time for you anymore. Two fucking years I been babysitting you. Doing your mother’s fucking job. If you had any goddammed nuts you’d have a fucking job and be taking care of yourself and not burden your friends with your problems. You’d stop lashing out at people trying to help you when they can’t do something right when you want it. You’d stop telling me to harass your ex-friends because they don’t do what you want.

So why would I bring that to the games I play? Some of these “gamers” don’t even understand what they’re doing. “Oh I’m so haute that I’m performing at a higher level than some other person, I now have to demean them with slang and urban atrocities until they quit!” Yeah, that makes you look like a douchebag, and no one but your fellow douchebags will want to play with you. Thus the spawning of the “elite” gaming community. Only elite in their pompousness and egos, get ragefaced when they get knifed then they start griefing or micspamming obscenities.

I’m no slouch when it comes to Bad Company, proof’s in the pudding of me having max rank in the beta before hitting my 10th hour of playtime. As a Battlefield vet, I’m no max ranker, but I’m no freshmeat either.

I’m about to make an observation that I bet no one’s thought about. I’m going to go ahead and say I’m the first one that’s pointed this out, because I’m the King.

The playerbase ratio of douchebags is directly proportionate to the speed of the game.

Red Alert *.* : <10% Douchebag. Game takes forever to play.
Battlefield 2 : <20% douchebag. The gameplay isn't particularly slow, but there is a noticeable lull in combat.
Counterstrike source : <35% douchebag. Game plays pretty slow between rounds, but can end quickly.
Socom Confrontation : >60% Douchebag. Rounds can end almost as fast as they start sometimes, with urbanite trash slandering each other over the mic.
Call of Duty *.* : >90% douchebag. Spawn, die. Spawn, die. Spawn, die.

Are we in agreement? I think so. But Marty, what do butthurt douchebags do when you call them out? They whine and slander others due to their personal inadequacies, as they would if they “pwned” someone. I say good on you, if you can beat someone at a video game and it makes you feel better. If that’s all you need to reach a plateau of personal fulfillment, then you my friend lead a simple life, have simple goals and need nothing more than yourself and your self-stroking ego to live.

But instead of being the solution, you’re the problem. You drive off new players, thin out the already existing players until you can only go against either greifers or people of your skill or higher. Thus, you destroy the game.

Tell you what though, I’m a realistic individual. You act like a douchebag, and eventually fate will see to it you come across someone who just isn’t in the mood for your attitude. Someone like me…Well not like me, more like how I used to be, and I used to be a hacker. You’ll lock horns with a blackhat who’s just trying to let off some steam, or kill some time and you’ll do something to anger him just enough, like call him a “Scrub” for not getting 200 headshots in a row, like you’re Tionne “T-Boz” Watkins from TLC, Mr.90′s. And you’ll do just enough to get him to occupy a few minutes of his time to steal everything you own. All of your scores, records, stats, accounts, everything. How do I know this will happen? I’ve done it before.
We’ve all done things we regret, so stop this before you regret it. I’m not saying that I’ll hack you, I’m saying that the risk of screwing with the wrong person and he wrecks everything you got. It takes nothing to respect someone. Even simple silence is more respectful than a poor insult.

So take it easy, Mr.Ubergamer. Enjoy your false bravado and your shallow victories.

Yours in hate–
The King of Pain.

PS: This is why I hate the Xbro live community. They act so tough because they’re good at a few crappy games.