Im upset the saints row 3 got pullled from e3. I understand they want to rebuild the tech and i can wait for spike awards in december. But i was looking forward too. Nothing really else for me in e3.
Also. doing well in my diet kinda. Went bad after my graduation and i have to fight the urge to eat when boeard. but when i do have a snakc its organic carrots. Got some cool models today. john archer enterprise. And an sikorsky skycrane.
Well, I've got myself in a spot of bother. Some douchebag wants to knock my head in on monday, and it's all because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. This is basicaly how it went *screen goes wavy*: Fauntleroy sitting on bench reading maths textbook. Douche and douches girlfreind walk up. DOUCHE: Knocks book out of my hand Whatcha got there Raven boy? FAUNT: Scrabbling on floor picking up book It's called a "Maths" book. See, it's got all these cool things called 'numbers', and then you add one number to another and get *gasp* another number-it really is quite fascinating. (bad move no.1) DOUCHE'S GIRLFREIND: Giggles You're sooo uncool Fauntleroy. FAUNT: Puts hand on heart and feigns surprise Oh, an arrow in my heart! Someone who can barely spell the wold has labelled me uncool! My life, it has no meaning anymore. (bad move no.2) DOUCHE: What'cha saying about my Girl, newb? (Now at this point, I should have just stood down, but my blood was up. A crowd's gathered by this time.) FAUNT: I'm saying that maybe she should actually read something with more intellectual depth than a text. RANDOM BYSTANDER: Hit 'im! Douche brings arm to swing, but the bell go's. He leans in. DOUCHE: Monday. You. Me. We finish this. I just stare back at him.
Now, I'm no idiot. I know what'll happen If I go along-I get horribly horribly mashed. So I ain't turning up. But, I overheard the guy telling some of his lackys later to hunt me down If I don't go. So-if I go, Fauntleroy gets murderised. If I don't, Fauntleroy get's murderised. Still, could be worse.
It could be raining.
EDIT: I find it ironic that even though this started because I critisced someone for spelling, there are about 12 mistakes in this sentence .
This is where watching school fights pays off - If you watch them, you'll get to observe how someone fights so that if you end up against them, you'll be able to better predict their movements. Helped me more than once.
As it stands though, you've got two options. Let someone up top know. There's no reason you should have to fight this guy if you don't want to. In fact, these days (at least in Canada) you could charge him with uttering threats. And assault if he actually were to strike you. His buddies would be a lot slower to mess with you if you sent "Douche" to a juvenile correctional institute. Let the cops and the school deal with it. In 5...10...20 years, will it matter that you did the 'uncool' thing? I'm going to guess it won't.
Myself being a bit of a hothead, I'd probably end up going however. Even though I was aware of alternatives, I didn't want to lose face. It never paid off though, win or lose. Because I still got into as much trouble as the people I fought, and very little would change after. If you win, they'll say you just got lucky. If you lose, they'll rag on you more than ever. If you decide to go, then win or lose, keep standing up for yourself when he teases you. The second you just sit there and take it, it'll become worse than before.
Trust me though, in the long run, end result... not worth it.
Ahhh, but if you tell someone 'up top' you wont be branded as 'uncool'
People will think of you as a coward and a snitch. There will be ramifications which are horrible. And say, say you did send said kid to juvenile, which is unlikely in itself, his friends wouldn't stop picking on you. They'd be really. Really. Angry.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Well, I've got myself in a spot of bother. Some douchebag wants to knock my head in on monday, and it's all because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. This is basicaaly how it went *screen goes wavy*:
Fauntleroy sitting on bench reading maths textbook. Douche and douches girlfreind walk up. DOUCHE: Knocks book out of my hand Whatcha got there Raven boy?
FAUNT: Scrabbling on floor picking up book It's called a "Maths" book. See, it's got all these cool things called 'numbers', and then you add one number to another and get *gasp* another number-it really is quite fascinating. (bad move no.1)
DOUCHE'S GIRLFREIND: Giggles You're sooo uncool Fauntleroy.
FAUNT: Puts hand on heart and feigns surprise Oh, an arrow in my heart! Someone who can barely speel the world has labelled me uncool! My life, it has no meaning anymore. (bad move no.2)
DOUCHE: What'cha saying about my Girl, newb?
(Now at this point, I should have just stood down, but my blood was up. A crowd's gathered by this time.)
FAUNT: I'm saying that maybe she should actually read something with more intellectual depth than a text.
RANDOM BYSTANDER: Hit 'im!
Douche brings arm to swing, but the bell go's. He leans in. DOUCHE: Monday. You. Me. We finish this.
I just stare back at him.
Now, I'm no idiot. I know what'll happen If I go along-I get horribly horribly mashed. So I ain't turning up. But, I overheard the guy telling some of his lackys later to hunt me down If I don't go. So-if I go, Fauntleroy gets murderised. If I don't, Fauntleroy get's murderised. Still, could be worse.
It could be raining.
The proper way? Inform the principal.
The US way. Inform an attorney. Immediately sue him for intentional infliction of emotional distress.
The Texas way? Fire alarm+ambush him with group of raging nerds with whippy sticks=profit
The Frazzled way? A) Unleash heaping spoons of weiner dog crazed J-U-S-T-I-C-E!!!! or; B) have your wife/GF/Mom just run over him with the truck.
ghosty wrote:Ahhh, but if you tell someone 'up top' you wont be branded as 'uncool'
People will think of you as a coward and a snitch. There will be ramifications which are horrible. And say, say you did send said kid to juvenile, which is unlikely in itself, his friends wouldn't stop picking on you. They'd be really. Really. Angry.
AFAIK (And I'm sorry if I'm incorrect), you're in his age group. So of course doing the proper thing is bad in your eyes. Being called a coward and a snitch by schoolmates seems like the end of the world to you guys. Truth is, if he fights and loses he'll be seen as weak, and probably get it worse than before.
There will be ramifications which are horrible
Only if you -actually- care what other people think about you. Most teens are pretty self concious, so brushing things off might be easier said than done, but it's the better way to handle persistant little buggers like the guy in LLF's story. When he insults you, yawn and tell him you made better cracks in preschool.
And say, say you did send said kid to juvenile, which is unlikely in itself
Not really. When your face is covered in bruises and people saw the whole thing, it's pretty much an open and close assault case for the cops.
his friends wouldn't stop picking on you. They'd be really. Really. Angry.
I'm sure they'd be angry, but also a little afraid. He just made their friend disappear for a long time with very little effort and a few bruises to himself. What's stopping him from getting them too if they try anything? Kids like "douche" may be bellicose, and believe that all problems are best solved with a fist, but they aren't slowed. LLF has proved he can fend off teasing no problem. And so long as they know that he can get the police involved if they attack him, they won't do much more than give him the odd shove. Even them picking on him would become a big "Maybe".
I know how you guys think at that age. I was there only a few years ago too. But after your first year out of highschool, you'll quickly start to realize how little anything you did in there matters.
Ahhh it may be an open / close case, but you of course have to understand that kids having a fight at school does not warrant someone getting sent down. It just doesn't happen.
ghosty wrote:Ahhh it may be an open / close case, but you of course have to understand that kids having a fight at school does not warrant someone getting sent down. It just doesn't happen.
But your other points are fairly solid.
So hitting him with a truck is still out? Tell MS13 he works for a rival cartel?
Explain to him that a fight on school is bad for the transcripts. Use small words so not to confuse him. Remember idiocracy isn't a movie, its a prophesy and you staring the proof in the face?
Forget him just go to class. Don't play his game (ambush him after is strictly optional).
Now, I just graduated from HS not a month ago. I was a little loser kid, few friends, you know the drill. I live in a town of farmers, of which I think 50% of the population is inbreds, but thats a story of another day. These people are all sitting with an IQ somewhere between "toast" and "Rasin toast", and I think only 2-3 of them outside of my group of friends are going to survive life out of town.
I say this because, the people you know in High School Just. Don't. Matter.
ANECDOTAL: There is this one guy who was in my ex-class, Couldn't do ANYTHING without 5 people behind him. Not even go to class. There was this girl who organized skip days for the school, tried to tell the principle/super intendant to sit down and shut up, and then cried as she got detention for the rest of the school year, and the most popular game in my school was "Protect your balls" were people would just hit each others balls as hard as they could with no warning.....
In other news, im off to see Naomie this evening again. Im not sure if its a good thing, but she is in the band and sings aswell, so its not like im just going to see her.
ghosty wrote:Ahhh it may be an open / close case, but you of course have to understand that kids having a fight at school does not warrant someone getting sent down. It just doesn't happen
It did happen here. Twice. Once when I was in school, the second time was news from my brother. The attacker in the latter of the two was 18 too, so he recieved an adult sentance. He got 15 years I think, though he also whacked the kid's head up good 3 or 4 times with an aluminum bat...
Mind you, they (Cops) also regularily visit and patrol the halls of my old HS with drug-sniffing dogs. More than a few kids arrested for that game.
LLF: When he goes to fight you, drop to your knees, hands out in front of you, and start begging. Let him take a few steps to close the distance.
Then, lunge while still in a crouch position, bring your forearm up like a club right in the babymaker.
At this point he's either doubled over, or on the floor.
1) Doubled Over: Grab the back of his neck, and slam his face on your knee a few times.
2) On the Ground: If he's on his back, roll him over. Then fish hook the living hell outta the punk. If he's on his stomach, fish hook him.
A reputation as a dirty fighter will take the heat off you right quick.
Especially when you do something as effective as that.
If you don't wanna fight dirty, drop into a stance. (Partial crouch, elbows toucked close, lead foor in front, back foot slightly behind and shoulderwidth.)
He takes a step, go for a double or single leg takedown. When he's down, beath the living hell outta him. Use your elbows and knees, try and make the fether bleed.
I've found even taking my stance has deterred people fighting me. because it at least projects the image you know what you're doing.
GES, have you no honour! Have at thee blaggard! *draws sword*
i dont like fighting dirty.....
just feels like foul play tbh. I mean im happy to use the enviroment to your advantage, like pushing someones head through a plaster wall (never done that) but fish hooking or nut squashing is just cruel.
Im more of the kind of guy who punches for the face. It stops fights faster than getting hit in the chest or (If you got real cajoles) nuts.
Speaking of balls, im kinda worried. One of mine is bigger than the other. Is that normal?
ghosty wrote:GES, have you no honour! Have at thee blaggard! *draws sword*
i dont like fighting dirty.....
just feels like foul play tbh. I mean im happy to use the enviroment to your advantage, like pushing someones head through a plaster wall (never done that) but fish hooking or nut squashing is just cruel.
Im more of the kind of guy who punches for the face. It stops fights faster than getting hit in the chest or (If you got real cajoles) nuts.
Speaking of balls, im kinda worried. One of mine is bigger than the other. Is that normal?
If fighting dirty stops me getting my head kicked in then I'm all for it. No probs here with dirty fighting.
No, im being serious, one is larger than the other. Im a bit worried, but also waaay too embarrassed and self conscious to go to the doctors to get it checked out. So, is it normal?
ghosty wrote:GES, have you no honour! Have at thee blaggard! *draws sword*
i dont like fighting dirty.....
just feels like foul play tbh. I mean im happy to use the enviroment to your advantage, like pushing someones head through a plaster wall (never done that) but fish hooking or nut squashing is just cruel.
m more of the kind of guy who punches for the face. It stops fights faster than getting hit in the chest or cajones.
I will do whatever I believe is necessary to maintain my wellbeing. That includes nutshots, eye gouges, eye rakes, throat strikes, scratching, fish hooking, and if I'm outnumbered, improvised weaponry.
Speaking of environmental attacks...
Knock him down, hook his ankles, and drag him over to a pole/table leg/chairleg/whatever is sturdy and a pole. Stomp on his stomach to keep him down, then position yourself behind the pole.
Take your his ankles again, then yank back and watch him squirm in pain.
Ah... good times... good times.
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ghosty wrote:No, im being serious, one is larger than the other. Im a bit worried, but also waaay too embarrassed and self conscious to go to the doctors to get it checked out. So, is it normal?
Duel will be in combat, dear sir. A cup of tea is offered before, and we shall of course have a tea break halfway through. It will be fisticuffs, and it will be all above board, with no underhand tactics. Your butler will be required to hold your jacket. I shall see you at dawn good sah!
Yeah, but what if it's nothing. I'd feel like a right plum if they said "Yep. Ones just larger than the other. Coincidently, your penis looks benign."
Either way, i checked for lumps, and found nothing, so im just cautiously observing at the moment....
And in further news, im going to sleep round Naomi'es tonight. She's pretty cool
I would like to say two things about fighting, take them as you want:
1) Be both Honorable and Brutal: If someone has had enough, they have had enough, there is no point in pursuing it. If someone is on the ground and not about to get up, let them lay. However, if someone threatens you, every glove comes off, and they have just opened a can of woop ass upon themselves. Nut shots, grapples, punches, kicks, hell, do anything you can to come out on top. Do not use improvised weaponry, as that will lead to escalation really quick, and you might not like how far that goes.
2) No matter what you do, it is always easier to do it the second time: If you start anything, be it fighting, fetishes, or even activities, a part of the human brain will accept that as a reasonable response to the situation, and as a result you will rely on it more and more. If, LLF, you get into a fight with this guy, you might find the next time you fight will be easier to do, until you start reasoning with your fists instead of your head.
@GES: You remind me of a kid in my ex-class. He acted the same way you do. My class was thoughtful in putting flowers on the seat he was supposed to be in at graduation...
Sometimes, I swear to all gods. When I close my eyes I am running through the forests at winter time chasing people from the dark ages down with a axe. Or sailing through the seas on the longboat.
Don't think it's a problem Shadowbrand. Maybe you're just weird.
Ain't you Canadin?
Your post reminded of something from Lisey Story by Stephen King for some reason. but you know.. without the axes or boats. Just the 'other world' kind of thing.
My TA told me about her grad. Her then bf and the guys he hung out with went on a road trip. They got under the influence and got in a bad crash Her bf and his buddy were killed instantly the 3rd died in hopsital and the 4th is a vegtable.
Shadowbrand wrote:Sometimes, I swear to all gods. When I close my eyes I am running through the forests at winter time chasing people from the dark ages down with a axe. Or sailing through the seas on the longboat.
Do I have problems? GES says it's genetic memory.
I want some peoples thoughts.
Its not genetically memory, its just your Norse genes beginning to make them self known. And no your not weird, at least not by my standards
So, ghosty, you're too self-conscious to go to a professional practitioner to get this sack thing checked out, but more than willing to spill the beans online? Priorities. You got dem.
@Little Lord: If I honestly thought I could beat him in a straight up fight, I'd do it. But I'd have my mates and he'd have his to stop things if they got out of control (pulling a knife being up there).
If I was sure that he was either a) Crazy, b) bigger/tougher/skilled and could beat me into paste or c) I had no friends to back me up, yeah I'd go to a higher authority.
With all the new Codexes refreshed from the old days and GW's need to stay minty fresh with marines.... I do have a sinking gut feeling that late 4th (Chaos and Orks) might be forgotten before 6th.
Chaos and Orks won't be turning up for a while, particularly Orks. After all, apparently SoB, Grey Knights and Dark Eldar are on their way so...
@Ghosty: Check the internet, usually, one should hang lower (typically left) and they should weigh the same. No lumps = happy days.
@Little Lord: Firstly, good on you for standing up for yourself, even if it didn't neccaserily turn out well. Secondly, I agree with Emperor's Faithful; if you reckon you might be able to take him, go for it. Otherwise, a higher authority may be better. Overall however, you could just avoid him and it and it may all blow over, they act a lot less if you don't give them a reaction. Stay happy with yourself and ignore others, remember that whilst he's trying to learn how to tie his shoelaces, you'll be getting an education and going on to better things in life. He'll still be working in McDonald's.
@Vorlon, congrats, shame about the flu but atleast you've got someone (your dream girl in fact) to marry!
@Golden Eyed Scout, weren't you just talking about how you want to beef up/ be able to manage in a fight, it's in another thread, I think your exact quote was:
Golden Eyed Scout wrote:This is my plan for getting into shape and proving to everbody that I can make something of myself. It's a work out regime, and if anybody can give my any tips on exersises that will make a teenage boyish like thing stonger and fitter, they'd be very welcome... I'll also hope that if I get in a fight, god forbid, that the time spent doing this will give me a chance to last longer than three seconds.
I mean, congrat's on you for going for it and wanting to bulk up, but you better not be lying. On the internet!
@EF - Yes, i maybe self conscious of going to see the doctor, but on the internets, i don't know any of you personally, so it feels easier, if you understand? You probably don't, which is fine
@Just Dave - Thanks. I just get paranoid about this stuff. My sisters friend got testicular cancer, and i had to comfurt her for a good long while ( No lessons for the whole day, and i stood up against a teacher who demanded i went back to lessons...) So now im checking on regular occasions. I really really dont wanna get cancer...
So i got back from Naomie's, and we almost kissed. Gotta treat this whole situation carefully. In other news, got my haircut for stupid year 11 ball -.-
I swear to god after ball im getting myself a mohican.
Marshal2Crusaders wrote:Its not a genetic memory. GES is 11. Wikipedia doesnt count towards education.
Perhaps some context would help you no? It was via facebook chat, and it was a joke. We even cited Assasin's Creed as the prime example.
And I am not eleven jackass.
Just Dave wrote:Chaos and Orks won't be turning up for a while, particularly Orks. After all, apparently SoB, Grey Knights and Dark Eldar are on their way so...
@Golden Eyed Scout, weren't you just talking about how you want to beef up/ be able to manage in a fight, it's in another thread, I think your exact quote was:
Golden Eyed Scout wrote:This is my plan for getting into shape and proving to everbody that I can make something of myself. It's a work out regime, and if anybody can give my any tips on exersises that will make a teenage boyish like thing stonger and fitter, they'd be very welcome... I'll also hope that if I get in a fight, god forbid, that the time spent doing this will give me a chance to last longer than three seconds.
I mean, congrat's on you for going for it and wanting to bulk up, but you better not be lying. On the internet!
Yup. And so far it's worked out marvelously. I went from 110 to 130 (mostly fat), and I have now dropped to 120.
You know, if you talk the two of them into a three-way, then they're both just as guilty as you!
Of course, my advice in this case is probably terrible, and you're likely better off telling me to Feth off, but you can't say I didn't try and be helpful
And hey, if you do try it (which I advise against... That's right... I advise against my own advice. How're them apples?) and it doesn't work, just make the quick save with "Seemed like a good idea at the time..."
I'll play the role of the devil over your other shoulder: Go for it. You're young. It's not like you and your GF are married for 25 years with 3 kids and a $500,000 mortgage. You're in a band, dude. Rock.
Metallifan is giving the best advice so far in regards to Ghosty's predicament.
I went to my graduation party today. i messed up my diet so badly today. Also got my second airsoft gun. just a cheap handgun one. It has a light and a laser pointer. Then got shot by my cousin in the foot by an electric one and i can rtaliate. I fething hate it. He can do something and not get in trouble from anyone(maybe because he is 50) but i cant. He poored water on me and i couldnt on him.
this is the first weekend in.....damn, nearly 2 months that i haven't had to pull a surprise double at work because someone didn't show or they forgot to put enough people on the sced.........part of me is happy, but another part is sad my check with be a touch less
When I give useful, helpful advice.... you do not shut me down. Because it is not applicable to you, you SHUT UP. And you CHILL! Now I'm going to keep giving advice on something I know about and you are going to shoo.
More posts deleted due to language and people still posting non wargaming pictures on the Dakka site directly. If this happens again then this thread is over.
Pressure is off. After a clusterfeth with my University and references, I've sorted it all out and should be fine for my trip across to the UK to start work on July the first. Hurrah!
I'll be making an effort to get along to the silver sorceror (is that what we're calling it?) the UK dakka meet up, hope to see some of the off topic lads there.
Surely thought its kinda a empty threat? Im not ofc trying to antagonise the Modquisition, as i actually care for my own safety, but surely, if they shut this one down, whats to stop another springing up in its place?
ghosty wrote:GES, have you no honour! Have at thee blaggard! *draws sword*
i dont like fighting dirty.....
just feels like foul play tbh. I mean im happy to use the enviroment to your advantage, like pushing someones head through a plaster wall (never done that) but fish hooking or nut squashing is just cruel.
Im more of the kind of guy who punches for the face. It stops fights faster than getting hit in the chest or (If you got real cajoles) nuts.
Speaking of balls, im kinda worried. One of mine is bigger than the other. Is that normal?
I hope you didn't go to the doctor to get your scrotum checked out. As that's perfectly normal, only 27.3% of men have equally positioned balls.
ghosty wrote:Surely thought its kinda a empty threat? Im not ofc trying to antagonise the Modquisition, as i actually care for my own safety, but surely, if they shut this one down, whats to stop another springing up in its place?
.
We'd just keep closing them.
And if people persisted, then we'd suspend or ban people.
But, dear reds8n, wouldn't closing the threads seem a bit pointless? i mean, the following threads wouldn't have the problems that the previous thread had, so wouldnt it be shutting down perfectly legit threads?
I dunno.
Incidently, i went to the doctors, and i got testicular torsion.
Kind of depressing, as now i only got one viable testicle.
Bit sad :(
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SilverMK2 wrote:You should be fine unless the size difference is causing you to walk in circles.
incidentally, if you are lost in a vast wilderness, and make the dumb choice to "set off for civilization" with no map/compass, or GPS or other direction finding gear... it has been proven that people who are lost will walk in a giant circle that corresponds to their dominant hand. ie. a right handed person would make a gigantic loop to the right, and vice versa for lefties.
I'd return with a armada of Black Metal raiders, bent on destroying everything, then setting it on fire. And I guess the Kvlt thing to do would be to make a shrine to Odin.
On a different note. I'm going to my first 40k tourney in a few days.
If this thread does get locked before I can post again, I would lik eot let everyone know something.
Thank you. Thank you for making this one of the best threads on dakka, as well as arguably my most succesful.
Looking back at how it first began, I'm pretty damn happy with how everythings gone down.
It started off as a place where people could complain and rage about stuff, and then evolved into, as many members put it (quite appropriately too), dakka's twitter.
If this thread does get closed down, it's been one hell of a ride.
Also if it does get closed down: I blame Anung Un Rama.
Now, what's on my mind?
Whatever happened to that Jimi Nemesis guy? Or all the other dakkites that sorta fell through the cracks?
So to ward of lackofgiblet power depression i started to paint up my kroot. Im not enjoying white spray paint. I'd seen such good things from it (Xanthos, Migsula) but when i used it....well. It became apparent that even with whit paint my models dont look great. Still, being able to greyscale a couple of bits is pretty good. I like my colour scheme though, so i thank the small things.
Also, i had a chat with Naomie, and we decided it was a drunken mistake, and we aint gonna tell my Girlfriend.
And, we got another gig. Its a couple of weeks away, and im already psyked.
I walked in this morning with a plan. He was just standing their with a big stupid grin on his face, and his mates all around him. "Ready to die?", he asked. I just looked back. I have to admit I do hurt all over, because I took those hits like a man. First he went for the stomach, then the legs, then the head, with all his gang cheering him on. Then, after a few minutes, he stops. He stands back. He smiles. And I play my ace in the hole.
I laugh.
I just stood their and laughed, Dakka. I just laughed. And I don't know why, but in that moment I knew no matter how much it hurt I would take it, because I'm Little lord fething Fauntleroy and I was born to make my stand, and in the end it doesn't matter where I made it, but that I was there and that I was still standing in the end.
By this time he's desperate. He's hitting me without cease or respite, and I'm on my knee's because my sides are literally splitting. The bell goes, and he's so creeped out that he runs off. But before he does, he aks me one question, "What are you?" And I answer him.
I walked in this morning with a plan. He was just standing their with a big stupid grin on his face, and his mates all around him. "Ready to die?", he asked. I just looked back. I have to admit I do hurt all over, because I took those hits like a man. First he went for the stomach, then the legs, then the head, with all his gang cheering him on. Then, after a few minutes, he stops. He stands back. He smiles. And I play my ace in the hole.
I laugh.
I just stood their and laughed, Dakka. I just laughed. And I don't know why, but in that moment I knew no matter how much it hurt I would take it, because I'm Little lord fething Fauntleroy and I was born to make my stand, and in the end it doesn't matter where I made it, but that I was there and that I was still standing in the end.
By this time he's desperate. He's hitting me without cease or respite, and I'm on my knee's because my sides are literally splitting. The bell goes, and he's so creeped out that he runs off. But before he does, he aks me one question, "What are you?" And I answer him.
Me.
Good on you. Take it like a man, show him you've got more balls than him. I wouldn't be surprised if he had fewer balls than ghosty....
I walked in this morning with a plan. He was just standing their with a big stupid grin on his face, and his mates all around him. "Ready to die?", he asked. I just looked back. I have to admit I do hurt all over, because I took those hits like a man. First he went for the stomach, then the legs, then the head, with all his gang cheering him on. Then, after a few minutes, he stops. He stands back. He smiles. And I play my ace in the hole.
I laugh.
I just stood their and laughed, Dakka. I just laughed. And I don't know why, but in that moment I knew no matter how much it hurt I would take it, because I'm Little lord fething Fauntleroy and I was born to make my stand, and in the end it doesn't matter where I made it, but that I was there and that I was still standing in the end.
By this time he's desperate. He's hitting me without cease or respite, and I'm on my knee's because my sides are literally splitting. The bell goes, and he's so creeped out that he runs off. But before he does, he aks me one question, "What are you?" And I answer him.
Me.
"What are you?"
"Kieth Jardine. The only man to take a kick to the knob and laugh it off!"
Seriously. He's one creepy dude. That's who this reminded me of
Good on you though. You saved face, and didn't take the low road on it. If you ever find yourself out this way, I'm buying you a pint, legal age or not
I walked in this morning with a plan. He was just standing their with a big stupid grin on his face, and his mates all around him. "Ready to die?", he asked. I just looked back. I have to admit I do hurt all over, because I took those hits like a man. First he went for the stomach, then the legs, then the head, with all his gang cheering him on. Then, after a few minutes, he stops. He stands back. He smiles. And I play my ace in the hole.
I laugh.
I just stood their and laughed, Dakka. I just laughed. And I don't know why, but in that moment I knew no matter how much it hurt I would take it, because I'm Little lord fething Fauntleroy and I was born to make my stand, and in the end it doesn't matter where I made it, but that I was there and that I was still standing in the end.
By this time he's desperate. He's hitting me without cease or respite, and I'm on my knee's because my sides are literally splitting. The bell goes, and he's so creeped out that he runs off. But before he does, he aks me one question, "What are you?" And I answer him.
Me.
OK, so either that's a lie or it's a story of epic proportions! You should be freakin' proud of yourself man, you really should! Good On You!
If I ever meet you, I shall also buy you a pint. Sadly, you also live in Britain, so the chances of this have increased.
Good on you Little Lord, you make me well up inside!
@Shadowbrand First tourney, eh? You're going to meet some characters that you'd never expect to meet as you think you've probably met all the characters you'd ever meet through gaming.
TFG - Level 10. Probably from out of town.
Land Squid guy - 100 7-11 buritos too many has morphed this guy into a shreiking wobbly pile of 40K goo.
My blind friend painted my army guy - It'll give you a boost of confidence in your own painting abilities.
"I did shower this morning!!!!" guy - At first, you're like huh?, but then you're like "P-U, bud!" When he left his roomate Oscar the grouch in the garbage can that morning he must've forgotten to brush his teeth or stumbled into a pond of cat pee.
Creepy Black Metal/Satanist guy - He plays Chaos. His figures are very detailed. He is Creepy.
Stoner guy - "What, man?! Is it my turn already?!! Far-out!"
Little Kid - 12 years old. Screams. Hates losing. You'll get a chance to play him. 50/50 chance Mom is hot.
Khornholio wrote:@Shadowbrand First tourney, eh? You're going to meet some characters that you'd never expect to meet as you think you've probably met all the characters you'd ever meet through gaming.
TFG - Level 10. Probably from out of town.
Land Squid guy - 100 7-11 buritos too many has morphed this guy into a shreiking wobbly pile of 40K goo.
My blind friend painted my army guy - It'll give you a boost of confidence in your own painting abilities.
"I did shower this morning!!!!" guy - At first, you're like huh?, but then you're like "P-U, bud!" When he left his roomate Oscar the grouch in the garbage can that morning he must've forgotten to brush his teeth or stumbled into a pond of cat pee.
Creepy Black Metal/Satanist guy - He plays Chaos. His figures are very detailed. He is Creepy.
Stoner guy - "What, man?! Is it my turn already?!! Far-out!"
Little Kid - 12 years old. Screams. Hates losing. You'll get a chance to play him. 50/50 chance Mom is hot.
Good Luck!
Wow... That list is actually so accurate that I'm afraid of you. Truly and honestly afraid. Like you're watching me, and judging my character and how/where I would fit, while I remain ignorant of your presence.
Seriously. That list sounds like the regular crowd I have to suffer whenever I visit my FLGS during tourney days.
The only person you forgot is...
Screaming sound effects guy - Insists on making "Pew Pew", "FREEEEM" and "KABOOM" noises all game, every game. Frequently hyperventilates due to abuse of oxygen supply.
Khornholio wrote:@Shadowbrand First tourney, eh? You're going to meet some characters that you'd never expect to meet as you think you've probably met all the characters you'd ever meet through gaming.
TFG - Level 10. Probably from out of town.
Land Squid guy - 100 7-11 buritos too many has morphed this guy into a shreiking wobbly pile of 40K goo.
My blind friend painted my army guy - It'll give you a boost of confidence in your own painting abilities.
"I did shower this morning!!!!" guy - At first, you're like huh?, but then you're like "P-U, bud!" When he left his roomate Oscar the grouch in the garbage can that morning he must've forgotten to brush his teeth or stumbled into a pond of cat pee.
Creepy Black Metal/Satanist guy - He plays Chaos. His figures are very detailed. He is Creepy.
Stoner guy - "What, man?! Is it my turn already?!! Far-out!"
Little Kid - 12 years old. Screams. Hates losing. You'll get a chance to play him. 50/50 chance Mom is hot.
Good Luck!
Wow... That list is actually so accurate that I'm afraid of you. Truly and honestly afraid. Like you're watching me, and judging my character and how/where I would fit, while I remain ignorant of your presence.
Seriously. That list sounds like the regular crowd I have to suffer whenever I visit my FLGS during tourney days.
The only person you forgot is...
Screaming sound effects guy - Insists on making "Pew Pew", "FREEEEM" and "KABOOM" noises all game, every game. Frequently hyperventilates due to abuse of oxygen supply.
You guys realise that Shadowbrand is probably one of these characters!
Khornholio wrote:@Shadowbrand First tourney, eh? You're going to meet some characters that you'd never expect to meet as you think you've probably met all the characters you'd ever meet through gaming.
TFG - Level 10. Probably from out of town.
Land Squid guy - 100 7-11 buritos too many has morphed this guy into a shreiking wobbly pile of 40K goo.
My blind friend painted my army guy - It'll give you a boost of confidence in your own painting abilities.
"I did shower this morning!!!!" guy - At first, you're like huh?, but then you're like "P-U, bud!" When he left his roomate Oscar the grouch in the garbage can that morning he must've forgotten to brush his teeth or stumbled into a pond of cat pee.
Creepy Black Metal/Satanist guy - He plays Chaos. His figures are very detailed. He is Creepy.
Stoner guy - "What, man?! Is it my turn already?!! Far-out!"
Little Kid - 12 years old. Screams. Hates losing. You'll get a chance to play him. 50/50 chance Mom is hot.
Good Luck!
Place me in the creepy metal guy section if you don`t mind. Ah yes all the fun people one meets in Tournaments
@Little lord I am proud of you. The Norse respect stamina.
I can actually recall the day I had a game with Mettalifan. Back when I had my winter themed IG. I waited at the game shop their, I recently made two young kids, Orks and Chaos hate my piss as I pretty much tabled them singlehandedly.
Then running across the street comes mettalifan. I probably looked stoned due to lack of sleep. But I shook his hand and had him a game.
And this was the one time marbo died in a fashion OTHER then blowing himself up. He got ran over.
I walked in this morning with a plan. He was just standing their with a big stupid grin on his face, and his mates all around him. "Ready to die?", he asked. I just looked back. I have to admit I do hurt all over, because I took those hits like a man. First he went for the stomach, then the legs, then the head, with all his gang cheering him on. Then, after a few minutes, he stops. He stands back. He smiles. And I play my ace in the hole.
I laugh.
I just stood their and laughed, Dakka. I just laughed. And I don't know why, but in that moment I knew no matter how much it hurt I would take it, because I'm Little lord fething Fauntleroy and I was born to make my stand, and in the end it doesn't matter where I made it, but that I was there and that I was still standing in the end.
By this time he's desperate. He's hitting me without cease or respite, and I'm on my knee's because my sides are literally splitting. The bell goes, and he's so creeped out that he runs off. But before he does, he aks me one question, "What are you?" And I answer him.
Me.
too bad you couldnt finish the whole thing off with a real Tyler Durden flourish... wait till he's catching his breath/about to run away, when you pounce on him, and as you are laughing, shake all that loose blood onto him saying, "You dont know where ive been!!" over and over
@Vladsimpaler: Feth you. I'm fifteen dumbass. I don't know why I have to keep telling people that.
Get your facts staright.
@Lord-Loss: It's on my arms and stomach, not my hands. I think I'm good.
@Shadowbrand: The day I noticed it I took some Benadryll, fell asleep before I put a gauze pad on the rash to cover/contain it
and ended up rubbing it on my face when I woke up, after I had rubbed it on my chest while sleeping.
I prolly got it, once again, while walking my dogs. You know what, my fething lazy ass brother can do it from now on.
Automatically Appended Next Post: @Ensis Ferrae: Beat you to it. Check last page.
Bolt pistol don't have breaches. I was fiddling with one of my scot models and oticed this. I checked the others.
Same. Same on all scout bolt pistols, same on IG bolt pistols.
I found this, horribly put together and painted Rhino.
I'm gonna strip the paint, then freeze it over night in a deep freeze. I know it was made of zappa gap. So if I make the gak brittle I can break it apart.
Granted its breech, but its simply proper terminology.
You trollin' boy? Or you just scared of words you don't understand or freedoms you can't experience?
(was that to much)
@Scout I've noticed this, but it could be intentional. A breach only has to be exposed when a shell has to come out. So when the slide goes back it could expose the chamber/breech to allow for an ejecting shell. Look at the AR15 of the US military, it has a locking cover until a round is chambered.
Automatically Appended Next Post: You're a good kid Scout.
PS - Not to get all medical, but Prednisone is a steroidal. Think of it as a booster to your body. Something maybe taking it outta you, but its not that. Nite.
@Little Lord: Good on ya . Coincidentally, I just went to a boxing match and witnessed a left hook that would break your jaw quick smart. Nasty punch that guy has.
Shadowbrand wrote:Then running across the street comes metallifan. I probably looked stoned due to lack of sleep. But I shook his hand and had him a game.
Actually, I thought you looked stoned because you were stoned. It's what I would've done
And this was the one time marbo died in a fashion OTHER then blowing himself up. He got ran over.
Shadowbrand wrote:Hell yea, egg's and bacon for breakfast!
You haven't lived till you listened to this while eating your breakfast.
Bacon and Eggs are hurtin' old.
It's all about Hangover Breakfast Nachos now.
Get a bag of either Tostitos Large Rounds, or else the bargain brand giant triangles. lay them out on a pan evenly.
scramble 6-8 eggs, fry up a pan of frozen string/shredded hashbrowns, 2 cups of -real- bacon bits (None of that powdered crap), dice and fry 1/2 a yellow onion mixed with 1/2 pound of ground beef & 1 tsp chili powder. Finally, grind up enough marble cheese to coat the whole mess. mix everything together and layer it on top of the chips, then cover everything with cheese. Toss in oven and bake until the cheese is melted. Add plenty of hotsauce or salsa, then watch as your hangover magically disappears while you chow down. The pan should weigh close to 12 pounds when you're all done, so you'll have lots to get through
I've sat down with a pan and two buddies and we couldn't finish it in one sitting. THREE OF US could not finish one pan of these things. Best half-drunk idea we've ever had though, and the first one that didn't hurt! My one buddy wants to start a bar or a pub, and if he does, we've agreed that Breakfast Nachos are going on the menu
Shadowbrand wrote:Bah, theirs better gak to life then being hungover 24/7.
Exactly. And that's why there're Hangover Breakfast Nachos - to cure your hangover in a quick and effective fashion so that you can get to said gak faster
Yea dude, I can be up drinking till 0400 in the morning, stumble home from the pub, sleep till 0700 or 0800, get up feeling like crap, put on coffee and slap together a pan of HBN, chow down on it and feel better by 0900 or 1000.
Mind you I'm sure having put up gratuitous amounts of sleep depravation in the forces helps a bunch too ("Coffee cures all! Drink up, and get ready to move boys!" - Basically our equivalent of sleep every weekend ) but HBN are definately the ideal cure
I have an extra copy of AoE II Gold Ed lying around on my TV shelf. If you would've told me you wanted one, I could've passed it off to you and all you'd pay is shipping!
There's this new collectibles store in town called "Funny Pages" it sells mainly LP's, comics and retro games at reasonable prices. It's loacted right beside "Zack's" coffee house and is clean, organized and nice compared to other collectibles
stores. Also you make way more money trading your games here than you would at "EB games".
I wake up in the morning, check the time on my alarm clock. Remeber I have no exams that day and think "What is the fething point?" then I go back to sleep in to 5 0'clock.
Then I hear my house phone ring and it's one of my sisters friends phoning to wake me up so I can answer the door as my sister tweeted that she's been stuck outside for an hour and a half.
I would like to tell you all a story. One of ambition. Lust. Idiocy. Success. Failure. A story of Heaven and Hell, of incredible power both gained and lost. Of a man who thought he could have the power of the world at his finger tips and prove to a girl that she could have all of her desires fulfilled if she chose him. A man foolish enough to beleive that he could have powers rivaling that of any god. A man foolish enough to fall in love with a woman which didn't share his lust. A fool hardy man, beleiving himself to be capable of handling anything that came his way, and that he was untouchable.
This man....
This man is me.
I tried to show both Gods and Man that I could control the powers of the cosmos, crashed and burned from it. I write this not for entertainment, I write this so those poor souls thinking to copy my work will not make the same mistake I did. You can not control the powers of Gods, and everything you know of the spiritual realm is false.
Slarg232 wrote:I would like to tell you all a story. One of ambition. Lust. Idiocy. Success. Failure. A story of Heaven and Hell, of incredible power both gained and lost. Of a man who thought he could have the power of the world at his finger tips and prove to a girl that she could have all of her desires fulfilled if she chose him.
WOOOOOOOOO! It's Saturday, y'all. Well, officially in 3 hours it is, but Friday at 9pm is just as good, if not better.
Lager! Lager is ruling the pre-Saturday festivities. Gawd, does work ever suck. Hopefully, this weekend there will be painting of a war altar, a small Gundam model and a visit with a special lady friend. The hours between 5pm Friday and 5pm Saturday, those 24 hours, rule the week!
Well, I've finally found a job I'm good at. Granted it's not pleasant, and a little bit "off the wall", but it earns me some cash. Want to know what it is?
I break up relationships.
If someones decided it's over, but don't have the guts to tell them themselves, I get my wage and off I trot to break the news. I've got a very blunt and to the point manner of speaking, and I can take the inevitable punches when they don't like it. Most importantly, I don't have any pity or remorse for the person who's just been let go because of my "just doing my job" mentality.
It's not nice. It's not cheerful. But it's me, and I think I do it all right. Two more years and I'll be out of that buisness for good anyway.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Well, I've finally found a job I'm good at. Granted it's not pleasant, and a little bit "off the wall", but it earns me some cash. Want to know what it is?
I break up relationships.
If someones decided it's over, but don't have the guts to tell them themselves, I get my wage and off I trot to break the news. I've got a very blunt and to the point manner of speaking, and I can take the inevitable punches when they don't like it. Most importantly, I don't have any pity or remorse for the person who's just been let go because of my "just doing my job" mentality.
It's not nice. It's not cheerful. But it's me, and I think I do it all right. Two more years and I'll be out of that buisness for good anyway.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Well, I've finally found a job I'm good at. Granted it's not pleasant, and a little bit "off the wall", but it earns me some cash. Want to know what it is?
I break up relationships.
If someones decided it's over, but don't have the guts to tell them themselves, I get my wage and off I trot to break the news. I've got a very blunt and to the point manner of speaking, and I can take the inevitable punches when they don't like it. Most importantly, I don't have any pity or remorse for the person who's just been let go because of my "just doing my job" mentality.
It's not nice. It's not cheerful. But it's me, and I think I do it all right. Two more years and I'll be out of that buisness for good anyway.
Best... Job... EVER
"Hey you , your now-ex says he hates you, and to "get in the gooney-goo-goo mobile and get the f out!"
1. I hate people that walk slow. I have a classto go to, and my projects gonna be late if you don't get ou... How can someone that only wieghs 90 pounds take up an entire 8 foot wide hallway? Lady, yes you. Yes, I'm talking to you. I hate you.
After school, walking the hallways, it's shocking to see that the hallways are around 8 times the size they are during passing time. It's like the school is a human body, and the hallways are its arteries. All the idiots are cholesterol. Understand?
Personally, I'm kinda pished off about how I'll post a perfectly level-headed, reasonable and accurate post during a debate (IMHO), then people will go back to their senseless arguing for the sack of, even though I have effectively proved there's nothing to argue over. I think...
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Well, I've finally found a job I'm good at. Granted it's not pleasant, and a little bit "off the wall", but it earns me some cash. Want to know what it is?
I break up relationships.
If someones decided it's over, but don't have the guts to tell them themselves, I get my wage and off I trot to break the news. I've got a very blunt and to the point manner of speaking, and I can take the inevitable punches when they don't like it. Most importantly, I don't have any pity or remorse for the person who's just been let go because of my "just doing my job" mentality.
It's not nice. It's not cheerful. But it's me, and I think I do it all right. Two more years and I'll be out of that buisness for good anyway.
Do you have Asperger's?
On a more cheerful note, I visited my college for orientation. Mother fether, I love my college so much. Because of scholarships, it's only $5k a year. Yes that's still a lot of money but when you consider that tuition per year was around $40k, that's fething amazing. So I'm really happy.
I've already made a good group of friends. Unfortunately the two girls that I am friends with both have boyfriends, soo that's kinda the only downer.
Oh! The knife game! My buddies and I used to play this one.
Take off your socks and shoes. Now, hold a knide at about chest level, blade down, and drop it, trying to aim for the gaps between your toes.
One of the boys ended up nailing his toe to the surface of a dock once. Funny as hell, because you could see red dots going all the way back down the dock, marking his dash to the washroom for wads of paper towel
metallifan wrote:Oh! The knife game! My buddies and I used to play this one.
Take off your socks and shoes. Now, hold a knide at about chest level, blade down, and drop it, trying to aim for the gaps between your toes.
One of the boys ended up nailing his toe to the surface of a dock once. Funny as hell, because you could see red dots going all the way back down the dock, marking his dash to the washroom for wads of paper towel
No (Free healthcare, remember? )but they did know me on a first-name basis between the ages of 8 and 16. That or "Sue's boy", as my mum works there, and thanks to her son's stupid ideas, she's become quite well known among the thousand or so staff
I think the best one for them was when I showed up at the age of 13 with several pencil erasers jammed right up to my eardrums. My buddies bet me I couldn't stuff 3 erasers total in my ears, but I showed them, I did!
That or the time my buddy (same one that stabbed his foot) and I decided to make a sledding hill out of the steps on our back deck because there wasn't enough snow on the ground. Ended up going through the neighbor's fence that was about 10 feet away from the bottom. Got a nasty gash on my cheek and my buddy got a concussion when he flew off the sled and cranked his head on their stucco wall
Oh, one time, we were at the park (i was 10 or 11 i think) there was this big play thing, with cross bars you could hang from and one straight pole at the end (like a strippers pole now that i think of it...) Anyway, we were seeing who could grab the farthest one by jumping from the side bars.
I ended up missing the second to last one, and flying teeth first into the stripper pole. I came home missing a tooth, mouth full of blood.
Now my upper front teeth have dead nerves, which means I beat everyone at ice eating competitions until brainfreeze sets in.
Oh and the fact that i plan to tell her at the prom.
Either way I'm proceding to the after party (which will actually be good. Prom=Rubbish) and getting rediculussly smashed with or without femine company.
Although I'd prefer the femine company
But should have 'made my move' a bit earlier i guess...
Maybe man. Good Luck anyway though, so long as you don't let it ruin an otherwise good night (although you already think prom will be rubbish so...). By the sounds of things it'll either make the night even better or you'll have fun anyways.
At our school formal (going to a grammar School we were above 'proms') one couple turned up in an ice cream van and handed out free ice creams.
Was most choice.
The after prom party is where the action is.
Ours rocked, but being midwinter all 150 of us were in a backyard at -1 degrees, drunk. So went to one of the hotels in town where we had booked out 2 floors and partied on in warmth.
The only party that came close was the Last day of school party.
Let me put it into perspective of why it will be bad.
Last years was cancelled due to lack of interest.
About 85ish people are going to the same after party I am and the rule is is that you have to go to prom first.
I have a year of 200ish.
So thats nearly half the year going only for the after party. lolz.
And thanks for the luck. I feel like I'll need it.
VikingScott wrote:Nah I can't do that.
I'd need a rhino.
Oh and the fact that i plan to tell her at the prom.
Either way I'm proceding to the after party (which will actually be good. Prom=Rubbish) and getting rediculussly smashed with or without femine company.
Although I'd prefer the femine company
But should have 'made my move' a bit earlier i guess...
VikingScott wrote:Nah I can't do that.
I'd need a rhino.
Oh and the fact that i plan to tell her at the prom.
Either way I'm proceding to the after party (which will actually be good. Prom=Rubbish) and getting rediculussly smashed with or without femine company.
Although I'd prefer the femine company
But should have 'made my move' a bit earlier i guess...
I remember our Grad party. I convinced one guy to give a speech. It went something like this...
Kay... So.. Congratulations to... Shut up! To the class of Grade 17 or 12 or whatever... Everyone shut up! I'm trying to give a speech! Shut up! Every... Shut up!
Grade... I'm proud of grade 12008 or 2008 or 12 or... EVERYONEBODY SHUT THE F*** UP! HOLY F*** I'M TRYING TO GIVE A SPEECH! F***ING PROUD OF GRADE 12 AND S***! SHUT UP!"
I then told him people might pay more attention to him if he jumped the fire (Which was not very big at all as far as bushparties go). He was so drunk he just fell face first off his chair when he tried to jump, and ended up a good arm's length from the fire. Stupid? Sure. But damn was it funny.
VikingScott wrote:Nah I can't do that.
I'd need a rhino.
Oh and the fact that i plan to tell her at the prom.
Either way I'm proceding to the after party (which will actually be good. Prom=Rubbish) and getting rediculussly smashed with or without femine company.
Although I'd prefer the femine company
But should have 'made my move' a bit earlier i guess...
Your telling her you play 40k?
Game over man.... Game over.
No I am not.
Not until a few months in and maybe not even then.
Its was just a reply to what the previous poster to me said (name sllips my mind atm)
Meh, it was my birthday last week. I'm exactly one day older than Prince William. I mean he's got more castles, helicopters and money than me, but I've got more hair so I win.
Also, just bought a house with Mrs. Albatross. It's awesome.
Slarg232 wrote: I would like to tell you all a story. One of ambition. Lust. Idiocy. Success. Failure. A story of Heaven and Hell, of incredible power both gained and lost. Of a man who thought he could have the power of the world at his finger tips and prove to a girl that she could have all of her desires fulfilled if she chose him. A man foolish enough to beleive that he could have powers rivaling that of any god. A man foolish enough to fall in love with a woman which didn't share his lust. A fool hardy man, beleiving himself to be capable of handling anything that came his way, and that he was untouchable.
This man....
This man is me.
I tried to show both Gods and Man that I could control the powers of the cosmos, crashed and burned from it. I write this not for entertainment, I write this so those poor souls thinking to copy my work will not make the same mistake I did. You can not control the powers of Gods, and everything you know of the spiritual realm is false.
"It is better to have lived and lost than to have not loved at all." - Lord Tennyson.
and now for a quote from myself:
"The problem many find with becoming a god is that it's a crappy job."
Im starting to think only captain planet couldbe able to stop the oil spill.
didnt start releashing 20% as much as when it started.
And isnt it raining oil in the mainland?
I'm not sure whether this was my worst birthday ever, or my best. I got one present-Typhus-but it's who gave me it thats the surprising part.
The girl I've been to tell you the truth in love with for the past 2 years walks up to me at lunch when no-ones around, and pushes something into my hand. She said she heard me mention I needed him and so went into the store full of 'weirdos' to get him. She smiles at me then runs off. I look down and see a Thyphus blister pack in my hands-on the back are written the words "happy birthday", with a smiley face.
Hey. I haven't really posted much of considerable worth for a while. Lets say iv'e had a very difficult time. But im getting better.
Now, onto more interesting matters!
We have our next gig on friday It'll be at someones house party, so im guessing its gonna be a bit of a trash fest. Ahh well, 'cos of this we decided to a bit less roaring, and a bit more singing. Turns out GES advice really paid of in the end.
Here is the playlist. It's pretty long, as we're supposed to play for a good while.
Bodies - Drowning Pool. - Its heavy, but it's not screamo, plus its kinda upbeat.
My apocalypse - Arch Enemy - I really pushed for this one, as Mean green stompa enlightened me of their existence a week or so back, and iv'e fallen in love with them. We're not roughing the vocals though, we're going to sing them. Should be fun.
Dez Moines - Devil Wears Prada - Nice screamo, but there's places to sing, should be fun.
Bastard's waltz - Cancer Bats - Jobs a good 'un. I sing the entire thing.
Labyrinth - Enter Shikari - We don't have a synthe, so we gotta rely heavily on guitars to bring the noise, but from practises, it seems to be going well.
I wont see you tonight parts 1 and 2 - Avenged Sevenfold. - Will be awesome.
Paranoia - Dope - Lets be honest, people will be drugging it up, so i thought this would be a nice little dig at them.
So, it looks to be good fun. I jsut hope i dont strain my vocals like before.
@Little lord Fauntleroy - Oh, boo hoo. Seriously, you need to lay off the self-pity - it's not a great way to win friends and influence people.
When I was at school, even listening to alternative music could get you your head kicked in, never mind playing wargames. Yet you manage to get a girl to like you (and she obviously does, not that it matters. You're children.), and all you do is come on the internet and drip about how no-one else remembered it to us sad bastards? Listen, I'm gonna tell you something that I wish somebody had told me when I was your age. None of it matters. None of it. All the massive problems you feel like you have, the issues? Exams? Getting girls to like you? Making friends? Un. Important. You won't even remember their names in 10 years, believe me. They just feel like big problems when you're a young teenager.
You need to get a hold of yourself and be a man. You're BRITISH for feth's sake! Where's your stiff upper lip?
Alba, who was that directed at? Because if it was at me, then I think it's right to let you know I was beingb sarcastic in my last post (wow, it REALLY doesn't travel well across the intrewebz).
Edit: Oh I see it was directed at me. Fair enough, I do need to stop whining. Besides, everyone forgetting my birthday isn't anything out of the ordinary.
Other then that. I'm tired. And I wish I had more money.
You need to get that checked out. I/m not sure if it's bone marrow or what, but something can seep from inside the bone and poison you. Unless you didn't really break a toe, in which it's all good.
You need to get a hold of yourself and be a man. You're BRITISH for feth's sake! Where's your stiff upper lip?
Now there's the Great Brittania I think of.
As Churchill once said:
"We will fight them on the beaches. We will fight them in the pubs. We will fight them in the massage parlours. We will fight them in the football stadiums. We will never give in. We wil never surrender, until Great Brittania has defeated....Ghana, in the World Cup, oh feth it get me another Scotch and make it a double..."
@ Albatross. I don't agree. Obviously, im not at a point where I can look back and say "None of that mattered" but I can sure as hell point out the obvious. At school, you learn, and not just subjects. You learn how to deal with social situations, how to talk to girls (it doesn't come natural to some people) you essentially 'grow up'. Soooooo, even though the subjects themselves pale before the doom and gloom that you are portraying, there are still valuable lessons to be learned.
And secondly, and less restrained, that was a completely rude dick like thing to say. What gives you the right to talk to LLF like that? You say you were giving advice, but you could have done it in a much more calm and restrained way. Without saying he 'dripped' would be a start.