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  1. Skythe
    The place I'm in looks to be nothing but a dream. A realm of familiarness yet also of distance. But that's not the case. I've covered myself with a few lacerations here and there with a cooking knife, hoping each one after the other is the true cut to wake me up. I'm obviously in the kitchen of the house I stay. Dark. My mind tells me I shouldn't be here.
    I can see a reflection of a face on the mirror. It's laughing and keeping a grin on it's self. I have no idea if it's laughing at me or of something different. I've hopes that this reflection is not of me.
    Suddenly I get a tingle in my left hand. I stare at it, watching the flesh melt away and turn into a silhouette of it's former self. My mind then begins to race. I ask myself, "What kind of hell have I gotten myself into?"
    I want to leave so bad but my body wants to stay. A voice in my head keeps telling me I shouldn't be here. That I have to get out. Yet, my feelings tell me to stay because I am comfortable. I'm listening to my feelings.
    I sense a figure behind me. I turn to look. A figure of bliss. A figure of light that gives me a sense of new directions. A figure of a she. I want to reach out and grasp this pure being to take me away but I just stand there doing nothing but stare, covered in my blood from the hands to the elbows.
    The figure turns around as if to finally say hello. I have no idea how long she had been there. I try to speak. I want to speak. But still I just stand there. I know in the back of my head, this figure, this person, this woman is my ticket out of here. She's the answer to all my questions. She's now staring at me.
    I turn away. Too embarrassed to acknowledge because of the state of physical imagery I am in. I keep imagining that she's appalled with me. I look back at her and she's still standing there expressionless. As if I'm not even there.
    I look to the left of me. In the darkness I can see an image of myself and her finally grasping one another. I see the sigh of relief on my face as well as a smile on hers. Then the image goes away.
    To the right of me I look. I see myself standing over her. She's looking away from me. Then the darkness grasps me. This image then disappears as well.
    I look back now at her infront of me. She's still staring. Still as if I'm not there. Still as if waiting for me to make the first move.
    Something in the darkness behind her grabs her shoulder and turns her away. No matter how much light she emits from her figure, I can see nothing. She begins to smile while turning away from me. I finally move and reach out. Too late. She is then led away and disappears.
    I'm by myself again. I miss her already. I look down towards the floor. The room has changed. I've found myself now in a box.
    The box begins to fill with water. As time goes by, I'm now being pressed against the ceiling of the box. I'm not restraining. I don't even try to take a last breath before the water fully envelopes me inside the box.
    I am born.
    My fate has been predetermined. I am to live with these images.
  2. Skythe
    Did you just see that? My awesome literary skills just combined Myspace and Facebook. God damn I'm awesome.
    Anyways. I've done some important (a la bored out of my flocking skull) research as of lately. The act of "dating" is the world's worst invention ever. Can you really consider dating an invention? Oh well, it is now.
    Upon my investigation I smoked a full pack of cigarettes in 1 hour mainly to look as badass as those 1950/60 detectives on TV. I bet if William Shatner as Captain Kirk smoked cigarettes in every episode while boning jelly bean women that Star Trek would have been 3247983249832 times better than Star Wars, but it ain't. I've studied quite a number of profiles on this site (2) and ponder over the purpose of advertising that your profile is open to dating and serious relationships. I've also checked out a few of my drinking buddies pages who are in relationships and wanted to blow my brain away with the 25 out of 26 comments having the words "I", "You", "Love", etc. in them. Questions like "Who the flock has to be this obsessive to tell their partner that he/she loves them 12 times a day?" or "Dammit why am I out of b33r?" constantly ran through my head.
    I'm pretty sure these said people really care about each other but this much?
    I was gonna conclude over the ridiculous thought of people finding "true love" over the internet but I got postponed playing Left 4 Dead and forgot. Oh that's right, it's stupid. The mere thought of advertising my status in hopes that my favorite porn star will automatically find me attractive was actually a drunken dream but none the less a simple fantasy. Yes I know that that has nothing to do with what I'm getting at but it'll have to do.
    What ever happened to the good ol days? Going to bars wearing a shirt you just bought from Wal-Mart pretending it's some expensive Indonesian silk shirt and then finding some lonely chick, ask to buy a drink, try to dance drunk, feed her a bunch of lies about how famous you are over seas and then completing the night at your cardboard mansion and then for the next 15 years can't get her to stop calling you to yell at you for making her crotch constantly itch. Has this generation truly gotten this lazy and stupid that we have to log onto a website to get 600 messages about fat chicks looking at your profile and thought you were interesting but you don't think she's fat cuz she used Photoshop to edit her picture to make her look like Angelina Jolie? That brings up another question. How the flock can anyone find Angelina Jolie attractive?
    So now we get to the IF part. If someone on this planet really does meet someone over the internet. Answer, disaster. Disaster that the relationship has to first start with a date. Why's it called a date? Why not "An observational meeting between two people to pick out what they don't like about each other while at the sametime hint towards each other (women mostly prefer to call this teasing) that they want to have sex on the first night but then end it with a shut car door or front house door." I prefer that. Anywho. Dating is retarded in the fact that it brings lost hope and your drunken buddies constantly picking on you cuz you hadn't boned her on the first night even though secretly they haven't done that either unless they used roofies.
    Now all that I've mentioned was mostly toward men. Women are alot more easier to explain. Soap operas and romance novels. Sometimes porn too. The answer to this conception is easy too. It's fake and you're never gonna live it.
    I rest my case.
  3. Skythe
    Have you ever woken up and had the strange feeling that someone has sprinkled voodoo juice all over ya? Hmm, no?! Well damn, I'm alone on this one then I guess.
    I think I need a chicken, a golf ball and the May 1997 issue of Playboy to cure myself of this.
    I hate it. Ever since the movie Candyman came out, everyone's been voodooing. Course, they always fuck it up. Trying to chant a word for someone to die by the plague and you made you're coworker have a tail. Pinning a doll in the stomach so your ex-boyfriend hurls and you killed some guy in a Starbucks across the street by invisibly gouging his eye.
    I seriously think this magic religion was founded by retarded midgets.
  4. Skythe
    Ultimately denied. Me and friend arrived in Jacksonville, Fl. We were both hungry so we decided to eat at our favorite pizza restuarant. As we walked to the general area we both got pissed as the business is no longer there and the windows were litered with For Rent signs. So we ate at this "new" Mexican restuarant next to it. We got some waiter that couldn't even speak normal gibberish. I swore he kept asking me if I wanted a penny. The food sucked major ass. No taste to it all. Then we stood in a long ass line just to pay. Walked back to Jack Rabbits. Pulled out our IDs and the door guy asked us for tickets. We both knew something was awry. The show was sold out and packed like sardines. Disappointed that we drove all this way to just eat at a Mexican restuarant, we chuckled and said that that sucks and wen't back home. Almost get to see a show in a year of absence and get denied. What blew us off was that we've never been asked for tickets and never has a show there been sold out or packed despite being a small venue. Guess The Ting Tings are actually that quite popular than we imagined. Course it doesn't help living in Savannah, Ga. where everyone has horrible taste in music and never heard of what you listen to.
    God dammit.
  5. Skythe
    I'm too lazy to make a video. If you're not friends with me on Facebook, I'll explain what I'm doing. My plan is to review reviews of different forms of media (mostly games). Due to everyone on this planet thinking they can review whatever and prove that you can make money without knowledge and get away with it makes the veins in my head increase in size. So here...we...go.
    Bioshock Infinite, if you're retarded or live in your grandmother's vagina, is the latest entry in the Bioshock series. Initially the reviews on day one were nothing but praise. As it should be. But then the next day came some of the most retarded shit I've seen come from the worst attempts of journalism or opinion EVAR! These jackasses are getting paid to play and review a videogame then bitch about over issues that aren't or should never be issues. I believe that when reviewing a game, one should put it on the easiest setting possible and blaze through the game for the story controls and gameplay. Once done, then play a few miniutes in each other difficulty to get an experience of the challenge the game can possibly offer as well as discover the possibility of any form of replay value. And if there's online, go ahead and fool around with that AFTER single play (unless it's strictly an online game). That's it! This first review I'm gonna link did exactly the opposite. He puts it on the hardest difficulty and begins reviewing that this is a bad game beause he keeps dying.
    Yes I know. I'm complaining about a Kotaku author. The community is shit itself. Anywho. If you cared to read it all, Kirk Hamilton (if that is your real name sir) does a play by play of his problem with the combat of the game. Stating that "numerous times" he was getting shot at and had no idea where it was coming from. One example stating that an enemy was right behind him the whole time. My problem with this. THERE'S FUCKING INDICATORS!!! Anytime you get hit, a red symbol pops up that points to which direction the attack is coming from. Yeah, that's not a fashion statement Mr. Hamilton (if that STILL is your real name). And let's not forget that he copy pasted tweets from a Jonathan Blow (he worked on the game Braid) who tweets about his non stop hatred of FPS games with shields. Good job. Not only does your last name say blow but your opinion does too. So now I acknowledge you Mr. Hamilton (pffffft, Hamilton), that the true purpose of your article was more to prove to the world that you 1. Suck at your job and 2. Suck at Bioshock Infinite.
    I know, I know. But this time I'm not complaing about the author herself but a devout Christian who complained that the baptism scene in the beginning of the game BEFORE YOU CAN DO ANYTHING was uncomfortable and downright mocked his religious beliefs.
    ["As baptism of the Holy spirit is at the center of Christianity - of which I am a devout believer - I am basically being forced to make a choice between committing extreme blasphemy by my actions in choosing to accept this 'choice' or forced to quit playing the game before it even really starts," Malmberg explained to Kotaku.]

    If you truly were a devout Christian, you wouldn't be offended by a baptism that sets the tone of the story of the game and the city you're roaming in. You would be offended by the violence that you yourself as the fucking gamer acts out. The violence is in your hands. But a fake priest that baptizes you is the most horrible thing on the planet right now. This "Breen Malmberg" emailed Steam for a refund and got it. More than likely Valve didn't want their names in the headlines of a newspaper shared with this dumbass' name if he were to sue. But then again, this guy has proved my life long opinion. Christians only care about inflicting violence for a supposed "peaceful" religion but when someone or something "mocks or imitates your religion", all hell will break loose.
    I will stop here. Due to not having hair on my head I ripped all the flesh off instead. Thank you Earth for sucking ass.
  6. Skythe
    Just recently (a la yesterday), I checked out some news for the LEGO Rock Band game. David Bowie and Iggy Pop will be in it in LEGO form. I'm not pissed about that. It's the Rock Bandwagon fans. They bitched and bitched about Guitar Hero having celebrities in it or "selling out" by making so many games either numerical or a certain band related, yet etched Hypocrite on their own tombstones.
    I hate these fuckers. They've gone around talking about how great it is to have a LEGO game, Beatles, 1 and 2 but they keep forgetting theres an AC/DC game too, all while bashing Guitar Hero for mainly just having more titles. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I bet if the game said LEGO Guitar Hero they'd bash it all the way to hell.
    I don't even like touching this game anymore because of these worthless faggots.
    I just want super powers so I can destroy the world. I hate people.
  7. Skythe
    Me and a friend about to go see The Ting Tings @ Jack Rabbits in Florida (I think in Jacksonville, been awhile since I was there). I'm excited since it's been more than a year since I've seen a show. I'll to post videos, I have to find my damn disc for my camera so I can upload all this crap.
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