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I'd rant about not expressing my thoughts good and not having anything to say but I don't have anything to say.

Last edited by swbluto on 27 Nov 2011, 11:49 pm, edited 1 time in total.

why can noone cope with me
why are my rants so short and unranty

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I'm so jealous of the book-keeper in King's Quest 6, it's ridiculous. His voice was awesomely jolly sounding, he lived right next to the beach, he was surrounded by books and it was always sunny outside. The store's interior was quaint, too, with the wooden floor boards and the "ye olde" style. Urban/suburban life seems so boring in comparison...

Video games are become far far to easy , is every gamer these days a adhd 12 year old who go on to forums LOL at every one doesn''t finish Mass EFFECT 2 in less than 30 hours?

I'm sorry these games are meant to be a played on "insane"( ie mod -hard really) and your supposed to take it all in in , get drunk, listen to all the dialogue, etc etc not run and gun on the easiest setting . The only problem with the hardest setting you soon see how poorly thought out the game really is in spots (do they even bother to road test on these settings.?)



2 examples.



Towards than end you need to "hack" (ie poker machine dumb luck) 2 doors and kill off a hoard of enemies in under 4 minutes WTF it can not be done so I became frustrated and did that level on easy.



2. I call it the "mister burns level" your team member gave him a hand job(s) you see and now she's glowing from the hands you use that glowing field to ward off bats ala GOW (another similar difference in a game) you can't leave the field otherwise your dead, enemies come charging at you , which you can't ward off ,frustraingly you also run out of ammo back to the easy setting here to







And so on and so forth. Anyways trying to teach these kiddies the error of their ways would be be as productive as trying to tell a fat depressive aspie their not ugly.





PS I took 55 hrs is that lame ?

Last edited by aussiebloke on 29 Nov 2011, 6:45 pm, edited 1 time in total.

I have to concentrate on work, but in my head I'm constantly yelling at myself for being such a stupid f**k up. Just because I planned something that didn't work out and had to be cancelled. Why is it like this?

Try not to care if it's lame? In any new game I try to explore as much as I can, not just fast travel to everywhere. For example in Skyrim, my new favorite game I'm only at level 38 after 75,8 hours in it I suppose if I wanted to level up quickly I could, but I don't. Anyhow who cares really?

Apart from the people with no IRL life?

^^^^

well I agree these LOL kiddies are the ones who are lame .

What did I do to deserve this.

I don't have a life so I don't have anything to rant about, except not having a life so that I could have something to rant about. Is my life inconsequential or what?

Internet is full of nazis!

AAG!

(so is reality...)

I just hit the ganja. I needed some because otherwise I wouldn't be able to type what I'm about to write with a straight face.

Why me? Why do I have to cursed with this disease? Why can't I be normal? Why can't I live up to my potential? Why does it feel like my own genius is going to drive me mad? Why must I remain lonely? Why can I breakdown, but never in tears? These are just some of the questions I ask myself. I feel like an embarrassment to the family. Actually at one point my mother DID tell me that my little brother was smarter than me after I brought home a f'ed up report card.

How quickly she forgets that when I was a child I got all kinds of recommendations to transfer to more academically stimulating, but both of my parents declined to do so. So I "declined" to do work that I believed was beneath me. My grades steadily slip all the way 'till I get to High School. High School was a pain. Not only was it one of the worst academic high schools in Chicago, but it was dangerous and ghetto to boot. Didn't bother socializing with anyone. Many a lunch was spent alone. Didn't bother going to any high school dances, or formals either.

By senior year, I barely came to school at all. If I failed an art class that I had never took before I would have had to repeat. I pass high school by the skin of my teeth. Oh yeah, not one girlfriend by this point. Go to college, totally bomb out.

Now I'm stuck working at a hotel as a bellman when I feel like I should be the one that owns the damn hotel.

What an interesting predicament.

Thanks Mom & Dad!

- warning may be upsetting
I finally get the painting going, step away to let it dry and the @#@#$&%^ cat jumps up there and steps all over it I grab at her to get her off she extends her claws they get stuck in the crack at the edge of the easel and she is left hanging in space screaming her little kitty head off and I can't get her detached and it feels like the world is splitting open from the noise she is making until finally she twists around and falls to the floor possibly leaving a claw behind in the process. Maybe I shouldn't let the cats in the room where I paint. Poor cat.

Unsure of everything. People say this people do that. don't know what to do.

I always get so close to getting what it is I want then BAM gone.
Hmm must try harder I guess

The character of people surprises me...that they could be SO ok with lying shows what human nature is really like. Oh well, at least I'll never lie.