<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:22:41.484-08:00</updated><category term='throwback ponderings musings diary'/><category term='Forza Motorsport 2'/><category term='Tenchu Z'/><title type='text'>Reaper's Dialogue</title><subtitle type='html'>Just good 'ol Grim's day-to-day rambles about stuff that interests him. What more could you want?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-7576017250535132041</id><published>2009-11-02T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:00:03.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nerve</title><content type='html'>Of some people. Just the other day, one of her friends criticized me for being petty, and I highly resent that. Hell, I shouldn't even tolerate it. Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I still have a right to all this. Besides all the little things, she decided to go "find herself" the very day that marked our anniversary, just before the talent show that she &lt;em&gt;knew &lt;/em&gt;was coming in which I was to perform a song that was about, inspired by, and to be sung &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the fact she accused me of trying to guilt trip her when all I was effing doing was asking her to stay. So ... fuck it. Let her try all this on some other guys. I wish them luck; but at least I'm not gonna be the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the quote of the day occurred when Simon's PE locker fell apart piece-by-piece right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alex and I are laughing as the metal cage where the lock should go falls out and clatters to the cement ground in the boy's locker room*&lt;br /&gt;Simon: What the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Riker: What happened to your locker?&lt;br /&gt;Simon: I don't fucking know. ... How do I get it fixed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, from the football game on Saturday. Rather, after the actual game itself, when Charlie and Christian were messing around outside the locker room and Chuck nearly pushes Christian down an outdoor staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: "Those are &lt;em&gt;stairs&lt;/em&gt;, motherfucker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joys of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-7576017250535132041?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/7576017250535132041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=7576017250535132041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/7576017250535132041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/7576017250535132041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/11/nerve.html' title='The Nerve'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-1595092549323110117</id><published>2009-11-01T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:25:33.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessing In Disguise ... That I Might Not Take Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a lot of things that I missed being able to do that I didn't even realize as of late. There are quite a few different rap artists I've been missing out on that, really, I'd've been listening to and been unable to share with a previous person in my life because they would've snubbed their nose at it. Being out with friends all weekend, every weekend is another, and it's &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; to finally be able to. God, it's been way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The football game today was a tie against our rivals, Anchor Point Christian -- and, as I said, we tied: 40-40. It was a great game and a great way to finish up this exciting (and, final) season (at least for all of my friends and me.) I got all my stuff together and dressed as a vampire, got out there and trick-or-treated with friends ... and, surprisingly enough, even earned some candy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, Cameron, Charlie, Christian, Samantha, Kelly and I all went back to Christian's and ordered a pizza, then sat down to watch the god-awful 2008 release of Day of the Dead (with Nick Cannon, no less), ate our pizza, and then popped in SuperCroc. Whoo-hoo ... what terrible, terrible scary movies. Then, just to tease Sam and Kelly, we put in Dead Space just to eff with them a little. Christian had me playing through the first few levels to try to get them scared. Ultimately, it failed, whatwith the humor I was bringing to it (having already played through the whole game twice already. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, yeah. Tonight was wicked-fun. And the talent show was effin' amazing, too--all the girls (and guys) went crazy for it, and I got a /lot/ of clapping and hugs all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, really; it's nice to get all of this off my chest. I was just commenting to Christian over Skype last night just how happy I am now that things are all over with her and how much I've been able to accomplish without her. In a sad twist of fate, I don't know yet if I'll be as inviting as I said I'd be when she comes back around again. I mean, she left me during a time that would've been amazing for her to experience with me and help me through but, since I was able to do it all without her, ... what's the point in going back to her again? I'm perfectly capable by myself and, frankly, that could be her very downfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And in /another/ cruel twist of fate, I just fell into a hundred and fifty bucks my dad gave me extra to help pay for a trip "to the East Coast to see a certain someone" next summer. I told him I'd deeply consider it and took the money. But now I've just got to figure out what I want to do with it ... hmmmm ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;EDIT: Plus, it's a lot easier on my mind now to totally not care what she does with who. Together or not, it sorta angers you or even saddens you (depending on the situation) to know that another person's gonna try to replace you with somebody else and that that other person is going to, in essence, get or have everything you've gotten or had that you don't really want to give up, but it's thoughts like that that can drive a man crazy. So I've stopped. Frankly, she can be with whoever and do whatever with whomever she'd like. I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the reason I don't care is simple: because I'll be doin' the exact same thing and lovin' it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-1595092549323110117?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/1595092549323110117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=1595092549323110117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/1595092549323110117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/1595092549323110117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessing-in-disguise-that-i-might-not.html' title='A Blessing In Disguise ... That I Might Not Take Back'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-9071630912284633759</id><published>2009-10-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:12:34.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions of the Wild</title><content type='html'>Now, I've got to make a pretty big decision about what I want to do with my money. I've got quite a bit amassed, but it was all to help towards paying for a trip out to the east coast to see a special someone this summer. Now ... now I can use it on stuff I'll actually be needing. I mean, why keep the money aside any more? Obviously, the promise of me eventually making it out there hasn't kept her interested long enough, so why should I [seemingly] waste so much money on something like that now? Why should I set any money aside for that? If it wasn't at the top of her wishful thinking list, why should it be at the top of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; priorities any longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first question I've got to reason with myself is whether to spend it now or to keep saving it. Ultimately, this leads to the second question (since I've got a pretty good grasp of the first): what should I then do with it? I dunno yet, but I'll figure something out, and I'll make it incredibly worth it for all you viewers out there. I already chipped into buying a new soundcard and speakers for audio recording, so that helped make a dent in things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a raise of the wine glass, I bid you all farewell, good luck, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-9071630912284633759?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/9071630912284633759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=9071630912284633759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/9071630912284633759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/9071630912284633759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/10/decisions-of-wild.html' title='Decisions of the Wild'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-5449878755828919145</id><published>2009-10-19T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:20:47.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Ends of the Spectrum</title><content type='html'>Damn, it's been awhile. I figure that when all else fails, you need to go back to what you know best -- and, for me, that happens to be heading back to the blog that, in essence, started it all. So, in reality, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to my friends about advice I should have when Jessica had decided to break things off with me, I first went to Chelsea who helped immensely in giving me the female perspective, calming me down, and getting me in a more-understanding, less-angry state of mind. Which was great, because it helped me write up an understanding message to Jessica before we officially started finishing things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person I went to was Christian and when I talked to him, I, of course, expected him to back me up like a brother. When I explain everything to him, his initial response was: "Man, I can't believe she'd &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; something like that. What's wrong with her ... how could she?" Which was also comforting, and made me laugh a little. Christian, being my best friend, certainly knows how to accomplish something like that, and I really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third person I went to was dear old mother, since she's been having relationship issues, too, lately, and, frankly, who else do you turn to (no matter how old you are) than your own mom? She talked things out and sort of held the ground between Christian's disbelief and Chelsea's understanding, perhaps putting things in the perfect realm between "while it's not really clear exactly why, it makes &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; sense." That's something I can live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fourth person I go to is Charlie. And I explain to him the amazing double-standard where I was forced to promise never to leave like I did the first time, and yet she has the nerve to pull the exact same thing on me, in the exact same way, almost mockingly ... and Charlie gives me the most &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; explanation I have &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; heard for &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; of my problems &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;. I explain everything to him and he looks me straight in the eye as he gives me his response. And you know what he says? "She just wants something in her vagina. Y'know, something in her vagina, something to touch and stimulate the clit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was a fucking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; moment. xD And it was such an awkward and unexpected thing for him to even so much as &lt;em&gt;suggest&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;u&gt;Charlie.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-5449878755828919145?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/5449878755828919145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=5449878755828919145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5449878755828919145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5449878755828919145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/10/different-ends-of-spectrum.html' title='Different Ends of the Spectrum'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-2509143115648926842</id><published>2009-03-22T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:41:34.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow Journal</title><content type='html'>Reaper here, just updating to let you know I'm starting a new videogame review-based blog over here on Blogger, over at &lt;a href="http://th3shad0wj0urnal.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Shadow Journal&lt;/a&gt; with periodic updates (obviously) on its &lt;a href="http://theshadowjournal.blip.tv/"&gt;blip.tv&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out now and keep checking back for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Reaper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-2509143115648926842?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/2509143115648926842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=2509143115648926842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2509143115648926842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2509143115648926842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/03/shadow-journal.html' title='The Shadow Journal'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-5849519068519517108</id><published>2009-03-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:15:58.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem (Pt. 3)</title><content type='html'>More religion, seeing as how I just moderated comments on the last one even though they were about a month old. I get peoples' points, but this has to be the single best thing that I have ever seen illustrating my absolute doubt in "faith" or even the Bible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNf-P_5u_Hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNf-P_5u_Hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qc-mrJf45Hg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qc-mrJf45Hg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjAegPhQOUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjAegPhQOUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-5849519068519517108?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/5849519068519517108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=5849519068519517108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5849519068519517108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5849519068519517108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthem-pt-3.html' title='Anthem (Pt. 3)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-6940877149149005321</id><published>2009-01-31T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:08:42.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem (Pt. 2)</title><content type='html'>I am not a Christian, I do not tout myself as being a Christian, and I do not believe that God will come down and unleash the Rapture upon all of his people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I'm not without some beliefs of my own, formed through some weird sense of gut feelings and ... faith? Odd coming from someone who basically just denounced the next step in an entire religion's chain of things to look forward to but true nonetheless. I believe in a higher power. The God that Christians have made out to be? No. I believe in a higher spirit, sure, but not their version of God, not in the slightest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible is a book. It was not handed down from God himself -- it was written by men. I find it intriguing how so many people can blindly go to church and follow scriptures written by people just like them thousands of years ago and live their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; based around these passages. It baffles me, really. I'm one of those who doesn't believe the Rapture is going to occur. I don't believe that the hand of God is going to come down and teach all the non-believers who's boss. Do I believe in miracles? Sure, but I attribute them to either chance, fate, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; version of a "higher power", or one of a many other mechanics floating out there in the cosmos that I can't even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; to wrap my brain around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning rant over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the biggest leap of faith and spread of lies ever told. All religion has ever done is make people miserable enough to be concerned for the rest of their lives or made them feel comfortably numb up until their dying days when their faith finally wavers and they realized things weren't at all what they seemed. Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-6940877149149005321?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/6940877149149005321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=6940877149149005321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/6940877149149005321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/6940877149149005321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/01/anthem-pt-2.html' title='Anthem (Pt. 2)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-5762596090275897146</id><published>2009-01-23T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:00:12.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit on the Vine</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it, honestly and truly:--&lt;br /&gt;I'm human, I make errors and I feel bad about them.&lt;br /&gt;I jump to hasty conclusions and say or do things not befitting of me because I haven't gathered all possible angles to the story at the time.&lt;br /&gt;My anger swells and, though it definitely doesn't make me violent, it makes me bitter, cold, and disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;I have my faults and I try to hide them with make-up and slander.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person but, believe-it-or-not, I try my hardest to make myself as perfect as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually not one to ask for forgiveness because this also doesn't seem befitting of my character.&lt;br /&gt;I do things I didn't want to to do until the right answer comes along, and then I feel ashamed for spilling myself before the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes detachment can be the better brother of disassociation. Then again, they're one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes confessions can even make one feel better about him/herself, but it's not doing wonders for me. Maybe it's because I'm being cryptic. Or maybe it's because I don't believe in what I'm saying any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness stems from disillusionment and fades into sadness, sadness into depression, and depression into anger. It's a bitter cycle, for once your anger subsides, you have to fill that hole with something new, something fresh -- a new vice, a new happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the vicious cycle is said and done. A vicious cycle that no one can win at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-5762596090275897146?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/5762596090275897146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=5762596090275897146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5762596090275897146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5762596090275897146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/01/fruit-on-vine.html' title='Fruit on the Vine'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-1636876479671066729</id><published>2009-01-20T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:27:12.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem (Pt. 1)</title><content type='html'>They say that you should never talk about religion, politics, money, or sex in a public forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on breaking all four of those taboo in this very entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't see people's problems with the election. And I'm tired of talking to people about how fair / unfair the effing election was -- yes, there were people that voted Obama because they liked his policies. There were people that voted McCain because they preferred his policies over Obama's. Some voted for Obama because he was black, some voted for McCain because he's white. In essence, this cancels out. No, I'm not going to argue with anybody that this sparks debate -- it cancels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;. It cancels out because everybody has their own reason for voting ... who am I to argue? I know black people that have voted Obama because he was black and people that voted for McCain because they still liked his policies better than Obama's. Do you think they're avoiding the stereotypical social stigmas surrounded by a black person voting for a black president and instead opted to vote for McCain just so that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; seem racially inclined to look otherwise? In essence, are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; the ones injecting race into a situation? Should they actually be called hypocrites for not voting for a black president after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of people getting up and arms. The inauguration was a wonderful thing, it truly was, and Barack's speech simply blew me away. He's an amazing orator, I'll definitely give him that, and he's appealed to me greatly over his long stint as president-elect-and-prior. But then I have people that refused to watch the inauguration altogether, numerous people, in fact -- but why? What's their problem? Sure, this wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; as big a deal if Obama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; black, but the fact that he is escalates this thing out of proportion. Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; try to pass off the fact that he is the first African-American president as nothing, for that angers me more than anything. If Hilary had won the candidacy and the presidency, this event would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eerily&lt;/span&gt; similar, it truly would. And people need to accept the fact that not everybody voted based on race and, even if they did, the point is that Obama was elected president and he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the 44th president of these United States of America, and he's black at that. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ranted before about religion and I don't really want to repeat myself. The first line about taboo was really only to get everybody fired up and ready. I'll talk about religion next time, perhaps making this entry in four installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-1636876479671066729?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/1636876479671066729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=1636876479671066729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/1636876479671066729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/1636876479671066729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/01/anthem-pt-1.html' title='Anthem (Pt. 1)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-4965261580512631156</id><published>2009-01-18T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:20:06.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Me Out</title><content type='html'>An odd thing's been happening and I can't quite understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry, I'm not disappointed, and I'm not upset (at least not any more, anyways.) Things just seem ... odd. And I can't quite put my finger on what's out of place. I need to focus on what I want to accomplish and stop dwelling on this tiny, little, niggling things at the back of my head. I need to write, I need to get money in my bank account, I need to do well in school -- I've put ultimate goals like this off for so long in my head that it almost seems as if they've drowned back in my subconscious somewhere along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was especially not the ideal weekend for me, either. Suffice it to say, things most certainly did not go according to plan. Since tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Martin Luther King Day, however, we have it off from school which'll give me some time to think, plan, and do things that I've been wanting to for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't angry, disappointed, or upset. And I guess I'm still not. I just feel ... bland. It's the sort of mood that you'd enunciate by shrugging your shoulders and storming off the set. I was on the phone earlier and she told me that I was being quiet. She told me to say something, but I really didn't want to. I didn't want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to say anything. In the end, that conversation ended with a phone click and my phone nested somewhere in the bed behind me amongst the sheets and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll get to writing and organizing crap on my computer. Maybe get to the Cowboy Bebop AMV I've been planning on finishing for the past few months now. Oh, and a new mySpace playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -- "What I Want" by Daughtry (feat. Slash)&lt;br /&gt;2 -- "Hell" by Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;3 -- "Done With You" by Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;4 -- "Shallow Bay" by Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;5 -- "Santa Monica" by Theory of a Deadman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/reaperspeax"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-4965261580512631156?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/4965261580512631156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=4965261580512631156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/4965261580512631156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/4965261580512631156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/01/shut-me-out.html' title='Shut Me Out'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-8786389267308515351</id><published>2009-01-13T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:33:05.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throwback ponderings musings diary'/><title type='text'>Anti-Gravity</title><content type='html'>"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the realization that while I haven't updated my blog in quite some time, it's certainly time for a change. 2005 and 2006 were years for personal reflections and updates, 2007 was a year for game reviews, and 2008 was a year to accomplish absolutely jackshit. In the end, though, another year has come and gone and I need to resuscicate this lifeless thing in the grand ol' year of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you agree or not, this is exactly what I plan on doing. I have no good way to start and I don't want this to become some rambling garbage filled with poetry you will never read, more reviews you simply just won't care about, or absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; updates from my personal life that you even further just won't give a good Goddamn about. Alright. In order to break every rule I've just laid out for myself, I'm going to try to recap 2008 ... by memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;: Made a &lt;a href="godsoftime.com"&gt;Gods Of Time&lt;/a&gt; account by suggestion of Maricia. It was a fun little distraction to waste my life away on while I waited for the posts-that-never-came in my lifeless Gaia Online role-play, &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/fated-souls-use-your-wings-to-take-flight/t.12604172_1/?sequence=1"&gt;Fated Souls&lt;/a&gt;. At around the same time, I launched a precursor role-play under the subcategory / storyline / timeline of &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/fated-souls-infinite-grounds/t.36831757_1/?sequence=1"&gt;Infinite Grounds&lt;/a&gt;. During this month I also signed up for and began playing on my Hellgate: London account. Nothing of personal note for this month, diary -- I was too busy locked in my room sucking down sodas by the 12-pack and snacking on chips to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;: 'Spent the majority of this month quitting my above addictions and moving on, contributing to the &lt;a href="http://pictureamerica.blip.tv/file/1172794?filename=PictureAmerica-SalinasMontereyVideoProject963.mp4"&gt;Lettuce Talk Steinbeck&lt;/a&gt; community project, becoming one of the selected representatives from my school. This project helped discuss the "lettuce curtain" between the Salinas and Monterey areas as well as Steinbeck's influence across Salinas and even downtown Cannery Row. I've also realized just how less goofy-looking and much cooler-acting I've become from &lt;a href="http://lettucetalksteinbeck.org/"&gt;February 2008&lt;/a&gt; to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;: Considered signing up, applying for, and heading out to a UC campus for &lt;a href="http://www.ucop.edu/cosmos/"&gt;COSMOS&lt;/a&gt; training but ultimately decided not to, primarily because of a lack of motivation and, to use an identical word, a severe feeling of lethargy. Nothing much to note that I can recall. According to a mySpace blog entry of mine, this is also the same month that a tragic school dance went terribly, terribly irritating. And this was before the gigantic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fallout&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. In this same month I question Mrs. Parker's decision to lump together the beginners and advanced musicians of the group as well as admit that I has no chance to be with the new girl I had set my sights on. I also discuss a hilarious future April Fool's Joke I had discussed with Tony and Alex about changing up the scripts for Charlie's movie-project ... but only Melissa and Meagan's parts. xD Haha, yes -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; I remember ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;: Follow-up Lettuce Talk reviews, followed by miscellaneous letters in my inbox from Kelly and Melissa about whatever-the-hell we had been talking about in English Honors 3H at the time on our forums. But whatever. Nothing of further note here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;: On my other blog, I talk once more about how I had started to write a song for said girl but looked back at it and couldn't piece it together quite right since I couldn't push this crush from my mind but in the following entry I pick myself up from the rubble to fight another day. In the following entry I bash myself just a few days later, asking myself why I even try any more. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. Sheesh. And to think she wasn't even effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June:&lt;/span&gt; My birthmonth. We got out of school. I scrounged about with friends, did crazy crap, and blew money on stuff I didn't need. Nothing out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;: Realized that the one fatal flaw I had made in that the previous relationships I had had in the past year-or-so wasn't that I wasn't succeeding, but that my heart wasn't there. And that my heart wasn't there because it hadn't sought closure. Why hadn't it sought closure? Because it didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; closure; it wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rejuvenation&lt;/span&gt;. It wanted to be reborn, to feel what it had the first time around. To enjoy the excitement I had felt this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got back into contact with Jess. I did, I most certainly did, and I'm not ashamed to say it. I was dumb for letting things go the way they did in the past and I needed to make sure that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't haunt me for the rest of my life. I didn't want her to look back one day, whoever she might've wound up with, and say "gee, I wonder whatever happened to that one guy. The one that dropped everything and stopped talking to me even though I told him I forgave him for what he did if he'd just talk things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; with me and not run off like a little girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the same time period that I picked up classes at the &lt;a href="http://www.mpc.edu/Pages/default.aspx"&gt;local community college&lt;/a&gt; once again, namely in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%2B%2B"&gt;C++ computer programming&lt;/a&gt;. Huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;: School started up once again. I was talking with her more and more now. Things had picked up right off the bat from when we first started talking mid-July and I was happier than I ever had been prior to this. My Yahoo! mailbox is filled with random chain letters from friends and family at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;: "It had been the single worst decision I had made in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tore at me and tore at me and I couldn't get to the bottom of why. I knew I had left for a reason, but the reason wasn't as clear-cut as I thought it should've been. I wanted to explain more, but I didn't know how to explain it. I was at a complete loss for words. Every time I would sit down to write something to her, I'd wind up throwing away the paper because it just wasn't good enough for her. The words I was thinking of simply didn't do her justice. They weren't deserving of her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loved her from the bottom of my heart. People questioned why I had ridden triumphantly off into the sunset in the first place and, by-the-by, I really couldn't give them an answer. I'd shrug it off and pretend I was the bigger person … but I wasn't. I couldn't get her off my mind. Every single night I'd toss and turn as a junkie would away from his heroin. It had to be one of the worst feelings I had ever experienced. It was the exact opposite of how I had felt prior to the break-up; the twisting and turning wasn't grievous and forced, but had been loving and unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two very different reasons for not being able to get to sleep. The first stems from a love beyond anything imaginable; seeing this person even when your eyes are closed, wishing they could be there with you as you drift off into unconsciousness, even for just another night. But then there's the second form, the kind I had experienced directly afterwards – the kind that makes you wonder just what in the hell is truly wrong with you, twisting and turning and mentally berating yourself for doing something so stupid. You begin to wonder how you could've ruined such a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went on and though I felt she had probably moved on, I knew I hadn't. This killed me. I'd occasionally pop up and leave a kind word in disguise whenever the opportunity arose, but I tried to keep myself distant even though I didn't want to. I didn't figure there was any way of recovering and I wasn't going to interfere with her life over a mistake based on a stupid choice I had made weeks before, then months before, then … even a year beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it all became too much to handle. The separation anxiety had completely dulled me from the inside-out and I wasn't truly happy with life or anything that had been going on around me. It was time to drop the façade and step out of my cage; to answer for what I had done. So I reopened the landline of communication and the rest tumbled out like an avalanche down a snowy incline. I couldn't believe the grace that had been laid right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my jaw hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And then a smile reached my face – a smile like I hadn't smiled in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this had been the single best decision I had made in my entire life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;: Very cool Halloween. I dressed up as The Joker (not entirely inventive, but I believe I pulled it off quite well.) I also paraded the local mall to scare small children on the night thereof, so this was also an extremely cool added bonus. I also begin pondering life even more. Philosophizing, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;: Turkey-day. We made fun of Melissa at school, called her a turkey, and Jeremy wound up getting hit a lot. Most of the things I say get taken out on Jeremy anyway -- we have this kind of ... mutual agreement about this kind of thing, I suppose. I feel something else crucial happened this month, but, alas, it escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;: I pick up poetry once again, I get Christmas presents from everybody, I've jump-started my bank account by this point, I've got a wonderful relationship and a great way to bring in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, diary, in summary how do you think the half of my 2008 non-occupied by this wonderful lass turned out, hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-8786389267308515351?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/8786389267308515351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=8786389267308515351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/8786389267308515351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/8786389267308515351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2009/01/anti-gravity.html' title='Anti-Gravity'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-5764908256280671340</id><published>2007-10-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:22:18.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clive Barker's Jericho [PROMOTIONAL]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.m80im.com/resources/jericho/images/Jericho_L12_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://assets.m80im.com/resources/jericho/images/Jericho_L12_015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we've all probably heard a lot about / read an awful lot about &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/adventure/clivebarkersjericho/index.html?tag=result;title;1"&gt;Jericho&lt;/a&gt; recently in almost every magazine or other media outlet you've picked up on over the past while and I just want to assure you that you're not alone in wondering -- what's the big deal about? The big deal is that Clive Barker, the resident horror expert, is about to release a new game! The last game with his name printed on it, which would be &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/clivebarkersundying/index.html?tag=result;title;0"&gt;Clive Barker's Undying&lt;/a&gt;, was an undeniably superb game that received much less attention than it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now hopefully things will change with the release of Undying. Lord knows that it's receiving enough press this time around (which can never, in principle, be a bad thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.m80im.com/resources/jericho/images/Jericho_L10_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://assets.m80im.com/resources/jericho/images/Jericho_L10_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may as well jump on the bandwagon and help promote this awesome-looking title as well! I have high hopes for this one and can't wait to get my hands on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the official introduction below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iadgAMsHSYY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iadgAMsHSYY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demo's also up on the XBOX Live marketplace! Grab it now!&lt;br /&gt;The tentative release date for all the platforms it's hitting (PC, XB360, &amp;amp; PS3) has been penned for October 23rd! Don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-5764908256280671340?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/5764908256280671340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=5764908256280671340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5764908256280671340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5764908256280671340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/10/clive-barkers-jericho-promotional.html' title='Clive Barker&apos;s Jericho [PROMOTIONAL]'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-1256151686798966800</id><published>2007-08-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:51:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Rain -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.gamecrazy.com/images/games/boxart/11611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.gamecrazy.com/images/games/boxart/11611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Vampire Rain, Vampire Rain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What beautiful box art you show,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Vampire Rain, Vampire Rain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What torture I had to undergo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I do suppose it would be pretty harsh to critique an entire game based on that short, poetic verse. Actually, that little verse doesn't do the entire game that is &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/xbox/vampirerain/"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/a&gt; justice. Why didn't I make the verse longer and more accurate, then, you might ask? Well, in a nutshell, when my mind strains to naturally rhyme "show" with "undergo", I think it's time for me to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we're gonna move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I'm sure that my unnecessary Microsoft Paint! bar graph is no longer needed to show you that the higher the number, the larger the space is to fill, right? Or rather, in this case, the higher the number = the better the score. In any case, I can't move on until I fill you in on the categories as well -- since I'm not showing you the bar graph, I guess I'll just have to elaborate on the categories, now, won't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Simply enough, this is how the game plays. Is it fun? Are the controls intuitive? Are the controls, especially for combined actions, in places that are easily accessible and prevent me from snapping my wrist in the process? If you said "yes" or "I hope so" to all of the above questions, then the game in question will probably receive a pretty high score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Are we feeding unicorns so that they can proceed on with their plans of global domination or are we sneaking about a military submarine in search of answers as to why these fish-people have crawled up out of the sea? I'll be judging how effective, interesting, and entertaining the plot is and tally up the results in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Next-gen or last-gen? Winner or loser? Does your character look like he's floating or do the weapons look so realistic that you had to pick your jaw up off the ground once you were done gaping at it ... and, in the meantime, getting killed? It's up to me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Is the sound effect for that one ghost a simple "Boo!" or a ghoulish squeal of agony? Does the rifle sound like it's firing bullets or something less bullet-sounding? Let's find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Frankly, all "value" means is whether this game is worthy of your time. Much like gameplay, is it fun to play? And, on top of all that, is the subject matter interesting and fun? What audience is the game geared towards? Am I asking far too many questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplayer&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Is it "haha, I killed you, you n00b!" or "check this out! I just got stuck in this wall!"? Let's find out together. I will brave the dark abyss that is XBOX Live and report what I can on the stability of playing with others. Sometimes it's worth it -- other times it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Is there just something (good OR bad) that doesn't fit into any of the other categories and seems to pop out, having a life of its own? I'll mention it here to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Now that we've got the formalities out of the way, let's check out just how interesting it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; is to play as a guy as part of a larger team that has to quell a Nightwalker (vampire) uprising in the course of one night. Are you up to the task, soldier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/full-res/1182214095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/full-res/1182214095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/1182214099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/1182214099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much like any other Splinter Cell  or Metal Gear Solid clone, this game plays out in the same way. Except not as good. The general concept of Splinter Cell: Vampire Edition may sound cool at first, but when you decide to peel open the book and read its contents -- 'not so cool. Something that every stealth game &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;must have&lt;/span&gt; (this game reaffirming my belief) is some sort of stealth meter. Generally, you're taking a stab in the dark as to how loud your footsteps are when attempting to sneak around a Nightwalker. This wasn't as much as a problem to me as it was for my friend but, then again, shouldn't it be accessible to all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I didn't seem to get about the overall layout of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt; is why you have to document each and every Nightwalker with your "necrovision" before their vision cones appear on your radar. If the government isn't taking this threat serious enough to do some emergency robotic search-and-gather intel for you before you're sent in there, why are you heading in there in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the things at the top of my mind. Let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off figuring out that the entire Single Play setup is played through three different categories: Stages, Tutorials, and Trials. Stages are the main story-developing assets of the entire Single Play campaign, Tutorials teach you the basics and only appear sprinkled throughout the beginning of the campaign, and the Trials are some of those well-known "accomplish this objective as fast as you can or you fail." With 24 different stages that range in between a difficulty of 10 - 20 minutes on normal mode if you're trying to go for a very high ranking, it's quite a sight to behold. The main problem is that later levels simply reverse earlier levels and send you back through them backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your standard weapons-fare here as well. You have your silenced pistol, your silenced assault rifle (I haven't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; of one of these in quite some time), your shotgun, your silenced sniper rifle, miscellaneous other weapons, and the unbelievably cool UV knife. 'You get it? UV? Vampires? Sunlight? 'Cracked me up the first time I heard. Unbelievably enough, though, this cool weapon is also completely destroyed because, you guessed it, it runs on ammo. You heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knife&lt;/span&gt; needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ammunition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of weapon shortfalls, each and every one of your weapons disappears at the end of the level. You heard me right that time as well -- even though the game takes place in the course of one night, yet you lose every single weapon you've gotten (well, except occasionally your pistol and Neolite assault rifle) at the end of each and every stage. For the sake of consistency, let's just say that the main character of yours (Lloyd) dumps each and every one of his weapons in a gutter before jumping into the van and proceeding to their next location within the city. And, just to humor myself with an explanation, let's just say that Lloyd dumps his weapons because those extra weapons he could carry with him weigh down the van too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single upside has its downside in this game. Even though it's pretty hard for these vamps to spot you and, thankfully enough, you even get the flashing-ghostly-creepy-face on your screen when they're about to spot you, the vampires are near superhuman lest you have your boomstick at the ready or are keen at getting headshots on them with the sniper rifle while they're running their way to you. Shamble is more the word, really, but then why is their "shambling" faster than your running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I see I failed to mention that, though every other weapon has a silencer, your shotgun doesn't. This pretty much means that once you use it on one Nightwalker, 5 other ones near you will hear you and come charging. No matter what the case, this is never a pretty situation. Especially when your other "teammates" are talking to you one moment in a cutscene standing right with you. Cut to a fadeout. Come back in and you're all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;? They couldn't just let me come along &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; them? If you're almost useless solo, what's the point in having your two other teammates travel together and you travel alone? It makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; sense&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like Tenchu-Z, there are multiple ratings for a level, S being the highest, followed by A, then B, and so on and so forth. In order to achieve the S ranking, however, you must recover all of the pickups (miniscule blips that occasionally show up on your radar when you appear to be on the same elevation as the item), take no damage (don't accidentally jump off that 14 foot tall rooftop! And don't step in that acidic goop that fallen vamps leave behind!), keep your ammunition expenditure to a bare minimum (that's right. Got your shotgun and sniper rifle? Apparently it pays off more for you not to use them anyhow), and don't use any continues. That's right. Did you mess up on one of the above things even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;? Make sure to hit restart and not continue if you're expecting that grand ol' "S"-ranking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I gripe and moan, I do have a soft spot for these kind of games and, if you really get into methodically scanning the level for the best path through, it can be really, really entertaining to play a few Stages a time. Then again, once you play a few you'll probably have spent so many hours that you're so absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; at the thing that you'll turn it off, fume awhile, and come back to it later. Plenty of "what?!?" moments in that thing, I assure you. Through all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt;'s failures and [minimal] successes, I give it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, at least it tried ... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though you switch roles often, you'll mainly be planning as Lloyd, a guy who is part of a Special Forces squad sent into Los Angeles to take out a dirty Nightwalker threat that has just recently risen. In addition to defusing the vampire threat, you'll also have to rescue a kidnapped professor from their lair and, in addition to that, figure out how in the heck this plague even came to the city. The main thing left unexplained is why the vampires decided to kidnap the professor and not kill him on sight, as appears to be the case with everybody else -- including yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this fashion, it's much Splinter Cell and no originality. You sneak. Don't engage the vampires. Make your way to the objective. Collect all items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've mentioned before, the vampires "shamble" towards you so fast that it's almost pointless to defend yourself in the earlier parts of the game. Generally, this is where the Metal Gear Solid element comes in -- you're sneaking around and paying attention to patrol patterns before you can safely arrive to your destination / reach your objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from there on out it's pretty much standard cookie-cutter fair in the matter here, unlike how MGS pulled it off. For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt;'s valiant attempt at an original story, though, I'll give it a generous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/full-res/1182214093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/full-res/1182214093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/1182214093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/1182214093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The graphics do look pretty good. Not, perhaps, up to par with something like Gears of War, they're pretty detailed and don't suffer from over usage like many other games of its kind. The one thing that caught my eye, however, was the rain effect. It was absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;, from the way it glistened on your characters stealth-suit *cough*SolidSnake's+SamFisher's*cough* to the way it splashed against the rooftops. The intro and cutscenes are pretty well done -- up there with Metal Gear Solid's cinematic-wise, but not quite. The streets, environments, and rain -- it all pretty much pushes the 360 to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much else of notice in this department and, because of that, I'll be granting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt; in the graphics department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Voice acting = painful. Really. Although this may not be considered a sound flaw, the lip-syncing isn't even with the English words for the majority of the cutscenes! The voices sound so bland and depressing -- not really what's required with the premise of rain, vampires, and Los Angeles baring down upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weapons-sound was good from what I could gather, but, really, it was pretty hard to tell what with the silencers and lack of usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the rain sounded great though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt; + sound = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't see much of a reason to play through the game multiple times unless you clearly didn't get the "S"-ranking the first time around. Once you're done with getting an "S" on every Stage / Tutorial / Trial, then I guess it's time to punish yourself and move onto Hard and do the exact same thing. Most of the levels are pretty easy to memorize, so replaying it right away isn't much of a hassle. You can run about wherever you want to since you already know where all the vamps are already lurking about, making your second playthrough a lot easier on you than your first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I assume. I don't feel I'll be torturing myself that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, there's not much reason to play through the missions again and again unless you come back to Vampire Rain time and time again for the multiplayer. Really, though, there's not a lot of innovation to see here, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move along. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt; + value = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/1182446400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1540/1182446400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here you have quite a few different modes to choose from, but nothing much different than you've already expected or already seen before. You're got such modes a Team Deathmatch, Deathmatch, Death or Nightwalkers, Capture the Flame, and Destroy. Capture the Flame particularly caught my eye because I thought it amusing that Artoon decided to change the usual flag format and swap it for a ball of fire. It makes the flag carrier much easier to see when he's a living, breathing bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have to give them credit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Death or Nightwalkers mode which, unbalanced as it may seem, is merely okay in multiplayer. When you're killed by a Nightwalker, you become a Nightwalker and therefore receive all of their abilities from the Single Play mode. Yes, that includes the super strength, expert leaping, and sonic speed. The key thing here, though, is that the humans get weapons to use from long-range and the Nightwalkers are restricted to short-range melee attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still never fun to be killed by one of those things, though, be it in multiplayer or Single Play. I guess I'll grant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Rain&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt; in the multiplayer department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's nothing much of notice, really. Artoon tries and fails to mix the best elements from MGS and the Splinter Cell series and dually mix in their own elements that seems to amount to a failure. There is a small cult following, though, and at times you can be pretty fond of the game. It isn't completely worthless, but far from perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, Vampire Rain has scored a 6.2. You might want to try this game if you're a hardcore fan of the stealth genre, but not until the price for this game hits the bargain bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, once again, there you have it! Massive thanks to Nico + Ann from &lt;a href="http://m80teams.com/"&gt;M80 Teams&lt;/a&gt; for lettin' me review this ... while it might be far from the best thing I've ever reviewed, it's one more thing to add to my ever-expanding collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm off to work on those achievements ... seeing as how the majority of the achievements center around (for some odd reason) the multiplayer, you'll know where you can find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-1256151686798966800?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/1256151686798966800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=1256151686798966800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/1256151686798966800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/1256151686798966800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/08/vampire-rain-exclusive-review-courtesy.html' title='Vampire Rain -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-2770054134536473736</id><published>2007-07-17T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:48:36.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenchu Z'/><title type='text'>Tenchu Z -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80</title><content type='html'>Ah, back again? So soon? Just for little old me? I'm flattered, and it just so happens that you've arrived just in time to see my next review! For those newcomers, I'm going to introduce my scoring system. The scoring grid is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s320/grading_scale.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s320/grading_scale.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I introduce to you the seven following categories that I will rate from 1-to-10, a 1 representing the lowest bowels of hell and 10 representing the most divine light of the heavens. These categories range as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;br /&gt;Storyline&lt;br /&gt;Graphics&lt;br /&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;br /&gt;Multiplayer (if applicable)&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (in case I feel it incorporates something that just doesn't fit in with the above categories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, with that out of the way, I feel it best for us to move on and discover what I found in the cruel underworld of assassins and greedy merchants in the depths of feudal-era Japan. Don't let me hold you up, though -- we've got some ninja'ing to discuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/full-res/1180102905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/full-res/1180102905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181692854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181692854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"His breathing heavy, the cloaked figure held his katana at the ready. A ninja was always prepared for what might be on the other side of that paper wall, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shoji&lt;/span&gt;. Peering inside, he watched as his mark paced along the back of the room, gazing out of the window closest toward the moon and stars in the night sky above. Without hesitation, the ninja pried the door open and stepped silently to his target. Before the monk could even turn around and gasp, the ninja had grabbed him with his free arm, holding the sword to his throat. Gasping for air, the monk clawed helplessly at the black cloth arms restricting him. A simple word muttered into his ear was the last the monk had heard before crimson splashed across the wooden divider to his side, his lifeless body sliding to the floor. The ninja cleaned his weapon on the monk's clothing before sheathing it and starting back off into the night as if he had never even been there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small stab at fiction sums up the game pretty well. To start off, you have the tutorial. Fair enough. You follow it through and learn how to roll, shoot your grappling hook, how to survive melee combat, and, most importantly, how to perform silent kills, or "SKs" for short, possibly your most important skill in the entire game. The silent kill requires you to sneak up behind an enemy (there are many possibilities -- behind, crouched behind, either side, from the front [if you're lucky enough], whilst hanging from a ledge, death from above [a personal favorite of mine], and many more) and execute your attack without alerting your enemy. Sometimes this is harder than it really sounds and sometimes it's a lot easier. Most of the time, it's just the luck of the draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tutorial, you are then brought to a main village where you have two buildings to choose from between every mission you embark on -- one building houses your fellow ninja whom you talk to in order to start on your next mission, the other a safehouse for you to equip and purchase skills, abilities, items, and clothing with the gold you earn from successfully completing missions. The more gold you earn, the more you can buy. But, in order to earn gold the most efficiently, you need to play on a harder difficulty and, most definitely, earn a "Ninja 5" ranking. A "Ninja 5" ranking is the highest ranking in a series of 5 that you can receive depending on how many guards you've stealthily killed, how many alerts you've set off, and, in total, your points from that mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are over 50 missions to choose from, but most of them seem monotonous once you actually get into playing the game as a whole. Many textures are used over and over again, making the environment seem so abysmally bland ... but I'll discuss more of that in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;graphics&lt;/span&gt; section of this review. Each of these missions, in turn, have a certain type of objective -- assassinate the boss, capture all the bombs, eliminate all enemies, speak to the informant, et cetera. Since most of the maps are used repeatedly with only minor guard-path variations, it seems more like a repeat of a previous type than anything innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artificial intelligence is the only thing that had me writhing on the ground with a heart attack while dually laughing at its stupidity. Sometimes you get a mixed bag with that AI -- their vision can be so limited that you're clearly sticking out of the bushes just in front of them, yet they still can't locate you. Set off an alarm? No problem! Run around the side of the building and, three-quarters of the time, the guard won't even think to look there! 'Think you're safe hiding atop that tall wall? Not so fast! Some of the guards have such enhanced perceptions that they can spot you even, you guessed it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, everything sounds well and good, but it's just not varied enough. Sure, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; 50 missions to play through, but the storyline, graphics, and all-around gameplay are too weak to actually make any of the 50 missions useful. If you can wrap your head around the concept of being a ninja, I'm sure you can have a lot of fun with this (as I did,) but there doesn't seem to be enough variation for the moderately-entranced gamers to mess around with. Because of it's great design but flawed execution, I'll have to give the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gameplay&lt;/span&gt; portion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu Z&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, don't you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; these fun little games that pretend to have a storyline but is so loosely bound together that you feel you'd have more fun trying to understand with a bottle of tequila ... no, make that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; bottles? Then this game is clearly for you! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu Z  &lt;/span&gt;pretends to have a storyline -- you make two characters at the start of the game; one is the ninja you'll play as, and the other ... you only run into during select cutscenes? Who is (in my case) she? What is she doing there? Her presence is never explained. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic storyline is that you're a ninja trying to defend your region from these smugglers threatening to destroy it. Not such a bad storyline, actually. Nothing drastic, but acceptable. The only issue is that there are no twists, no anything -- just 50 missions-worth of "kill this, collect that, and restore order to your region." For actually having a storyline this game gets some merit, but it's not tied together well enough to actually qualify as one that is worthy enough to note. Problem is, you can play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu&lt;/span&gt; without even knowing the storyline. This makes it quite accessible, but is also its own potential downfall. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu Z&lt;/span&gt; receives another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;storyline&lt;/span&gt; department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1175791388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1175791388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181692856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181692856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I usually don't go extremely hard on graphics in games -- it's the gameplay and storyline that matters the most. If neither of those work so well, then, hell ... I'll call it on its innovation. ... wait, this game doesn't work in any of those departments outstandingly so far? So let's check the graphics, hmh? Sorry, folks -- nothing too special to see here. Most of the textures are far, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; overused from level to level, the poly counts are so low on the guards (and they're used repeatedly over and over again) that they're almost not worth noting. The only guys that appear to get temporary visual upgrades are the bosses -- what a shame that it doesn't really matter much since, if you accomplish what you're sent in the mission to do, he'll/she'll wind up on the floor with a new hole somewhere in their body ripped by your trusty blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animations are okay, but clipping is far too bad. Did you flip a body near a building as you were performing your SK? Oh, his leg's halfway through the wall, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. In addition to the poly count, all around this game has the graphics-intensity of a late-generation original XBOX game. The only reason I even stopped to ask whether this was for the XBOX 360 or not was its pre-rendered cutscenes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in-engine ones. How can you tell, you say? Well, if it isn't obvious enough already, the pre-rendered ones are beautiful; the in-engine ones are not. Period. In the visuals department, I give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu Z&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, at least it tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here's something I can talk about on an intellectual level. The music in the game can sometimes become repetitive, but its traditional Japanese-sounding rhythm and instruments allow you to dismiss some of that. The non-Japanese sounding music isn't bad, either, and the music that's sort of a mix (intro? outro?) isn't too shabby, either. The sound effects are pretty good, as well. The swish of the blade, the ruffle of the grass, the wind blowing, the screaming of the guards as you ruthlessly stab them in the-- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... oh, the screaming! That reminds me! Did I fail to mention as of yet that no part of the game is in English? The entire game is in Japanese with English subtitles. That's right -- haven't seen one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; in awhile, have you? This didn't really bother me much, since I'm such the cultural fanatic that I'm usually watching / playing something in another language that requires subtitles to begin with. In my opinion? It's no big deal. If anything, it adds to the authentic fedual-era Japanese environment. In the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; department, I've gotta give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu Z&lt;/span&gt; its well-deserved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bravo, bravo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, wow. Here we go -- the tough one. This game can actually last quite awhile ... as long as you have the patience for it. There are indeed 50 missions -- quite a feat in itself, especially if you're trying to get Ninja 5 on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. And if you do it on a higher level, it doesn't count on the lower levels. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; where it gets challenging. 150 levels to get Ninja 5 on? Talk about a big chunk out of my week. All-in-all, and if nothing else, just trying to get to all the achievements might last you anywhere from a few weeks to a month. Not too bad, and an especially good filler for the summertime game-drought. In the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt; department, I give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181238215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181238215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181692903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/games/ss/1557/1181692903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talk about needing teamwork! Wow ... if you're playing over Live, make sure to weed out the good teammates from the bad right off the bat. Here are some tips in determining whether your teammate is beneficial or if he simply drags you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Does he have such a bad connection that he lags not only himself, but you as well?&lt;br /&gt;2) Does he steal your kills?&lt;br /&gt;3) Is your partner never around to help you until you've had to deal with the problem yourself?&lt;br /&gt;4) Does he not know the value of SKs? Does he prefer straight-up action instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get my wrong, because multiplayer's pretty fun. You've just got to get a good partner is all. In the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multiplayer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;department, I give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenchu&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't help it. I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to point this out.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this game has?&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. You're a ninja. That gets to kill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freakin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;How wicked is that, right?&lt;br /&gt;On that alone, I'm giving it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, Tenchu Z has scored a pretty average 7.9, a game that you might to rent and see if it's all that you're expecting of it before you run out there and blindly put all your faith into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, once again, there you have it! One more review down, hopefully some more to come! As seems to be customary along with a witty ending response, I have to thank Nico for fueling this addiction of mine once more, along with all the folks over there at &lt;a href="http://www.m80teams.com/"&gt;M80 Teams&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have for now!&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya out there, you ninjas, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... swish-swish, sucka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-2770054134536473736?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/2770054134536473736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=2770054134536473736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2770054134536473736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2770054134536473736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/07/tenchu-z-exclusive-review-courtesy-of.html' title='Tenchu Z -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s72-c/grading_scale.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-5052329819611168068</id><published>2007-07-02T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:27:48.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forza Motorsport 2'/><title type='text'>Forza Motorsport 2 -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling that this is going to be a pretty exciting review, for you guys as well as myself. But, since it is only polite, I’ll be introducing my scoring system and categories I’m rating on once again. Could we please launch the scoring grid?&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s320/grading_scale.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s320/grading_scale.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;scoring picture=""&gt;&lt;/scoring&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Ah, wonderful. And now for each of the seven categories I will be granting a 1-to-10 rating basis on, 1 being the&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; most f&lt;/span&gt;oul and 10 being the most brilliant. These go as follows:&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiplayer (if applicable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (in case I feel it incorporates something that just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doesn’t fit in with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the above categories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;So, just for you guys, I’ve raced against many opponents down the fierce tracks and raceways behind many-a-stickshift cars in &lt;b style=""&gt;Forza Motorsport&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt; just to bring you the following review, courtesy of hours upon hours of my own personal playtime as well as (yet again) M80’s kind donation.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;So let’s get on with the review, shall we?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Gameplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forzamotorsport.net/NR/rdonlyres/C20C804E-97B3-4BB6-871D-EB6F4C83170E/8620/Saleen_S7_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://forzamotorsport.net/NR/rdonlyres/C20C804E-97B3-4BB6-871D-EB6F4C83170E/8620/Saleen_S7_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;picture 1=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Right off the bat, I have no reason to hide the fact that racing simulations are far, far from my cup of tea. But, when I was offered the chance to playtest it, I decided to go ahead and give it a shot – and, surprisingly, was in for quite a shock. While other racing games I’ve experienced, be it import racers, NASCAR sims, or et cetera, never quite captivated me and just seemed like just another long, boring clone of all the other hundreds of racing games that came before the one I had played, zipping around an ovular or sometimes wickedly-shaped racetrack, asphalt or dirt, for 100 to 200 laps just for “fun”, &lt;b style=""&gt;Forza Motorsport&lt;/b&gt; was quite different.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I don’t even know if I could even properly catalogue how many hours I’ve spent playing that thing and how many nights of spent up till 4 in the morning with the XBOX 360 controller in hand (along with a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cup of nice n’ hot cappuccino) just telling myself “beat this last, final circuit!” Hell, I haven’t been this addicted to a game since, perhaps, &lt;b style=""&gt;Neverwinter Nights 2&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b style=""&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/b&gt;, because, in case you couldn’t tell, I’m usually much fonder of the occasionally well-written shooter or classically-presented RPG. So far, I’ve reached Driver Level 27 and, I must say, while the tracks can get repetitive after awhile, using different cars to race on them is always a new and challenging experience.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;For the rookies who aren’t used to a good racing simulation (such as myself,) there’s the braking line that shows you where to break in corners and when the appropriate time to accelerate out of that corner might be. Don’t get confused: this isn’t like &lt;b style=""&gt;Burnout&lt;/b&gt; or some other mindless racing sim you’ve played – you can’t just skid around corners, drift around turns, and slam into other cars. There’s actually some mind-twisting thought put into this game. You gun it too soon, you’re out in the sandtraps. You sit there and don’t hit the gas fast enough, your opponents come up from behind you and grant you a pretty rude awakening. It’s intense. Trust me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The gameplay’s amazingly pleasing and keeps you entertained for hours … so many hours, in fact, that you’ll forget what time it is and end up playing until morning much like I did. Trust me; I guess it happens to the best of us. I give &lt;b style=""&gt;Forza Motorspo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;rt 2&lt;/b&gt; a &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the gameplay category.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Storyline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;This category can become quite confusing to explain in any sort of racing game that doesn’t have some official racing league’s brand stamped across it (i.e. NASCAR &amp; Indy), but it is doable. From what I can gather, you start off as a driver that chooses one of three regions to start off from, choosing what the more native cars to your area will be – do you prefer the Asia-regional cars, the Ferraris and sportcars of Europe, or the down-home classics of North America? Choose one and dive right in: choose your starting car and get racing!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The more races you beat, the more credits you earn and the more cars you can earn. You can buy more cars or even buy some new upgrades. Do what you like. This freedom and customization is what sets this game apart from others out there.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Not to mention there are the driver levels, which grant you certain discounts (and even some carmakers send you sample / test cars! [Porsches, even!!]) and the car levels, which produce certain discounts pertaining to that type of car or similar models n’ makes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And that’s what you do. Race until you can race no longer.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Since there technically isn’t really a storyline, I suppose I’ll have to wind up making this category void. The rating system for this section is void.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Graphics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forzamotorsport.net/NR/rdonlyres/7F996736-9608-47B1-B490-4794AF9329D2/7999/Enzo_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://forzamotorsport.net/NR/rdonlyres/7F996736-9608-47B1-B490-4794AF9329D2/7999/Enzo_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;picture two=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Only one major gripe here: the cars look completely amazing. Authentic, even. They are detailed in such high resolution that you’ll sometimes question whether the cars are rendered or real. The problem that arises is the backgrounds – the bystanders, buildings, and other off-road models (perhaps even spots of the ground you’re racing on in some parts) could’ve probably used some touching up. This isn’t much of an issue, though, for if you’re racing as fast as you should be, the backgrounds are a blur anyway and don’t detract from the experience.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Besides, if you’re getting so close to the sandtraps and grass off the track to realize that they’re not rendered in quite as high detail as the car you’re driving, I think the problem might be more your driving and less the poly-count of the models of the tirewall you’re piledriving into.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;In the graphics department, I grant &lt;b style=""&gt;Forza Motorsport 2&lt;/b&gt; a &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Value&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;There isn’t quite so much replay value in this game as there is the longevity of just a &lt;u&gt;single&lt;/u&gt; playthrough. You have the auction house, where you can buy, sell, and trade cars with other players over XBOX Live, all the cars to unlock through all of the track playthroughs, and many driver and car levels to master and expert.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And that’s only career mode.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Then you have arcade mode. Plus all the achievements. That’s so much of a task that I doubt it’s even possible to do a speedrun of. Based on the longevity of the game alone, &lt;b style=""&gt;Forza&lt;/b&gt; passes the value test with flying colors and emerges with a perfect &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Multiplayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forzamotorsport.net/NR/rdonlyres/AA293120-AE3E-441C-9DF3-540DBEA7DD4A/8002/Maserati_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://forzamotorsport.net/NR/rdonlyres/AA293120-AE3E-441C-9DF3-540DBEA7DD4A/8002/Maserati_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;picture 3=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;To tell you the truth, the first thing I did was grab a friend and tackle a quick few games of split-screen multiplayer before I even began to delve into the depths of its career mode. And, to tell you the truth, I was enthralled by the beginning – the way that the splitscreen mode was presented gave both players an equal chance at experiencing the track the same way … and, since it was our first time playing (for either of us), it also raised some pretty interesting conversations.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;“What the hell do those red arrows do?”&lt;br /&gt;“How the hell should I know?”&lt;br /&gt;*crash into a tirewall*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;XBOX Live also ran without a hitch for me. Which made me quite happy. Speechless, really. Flawless.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;For having such outstanding multiplayer value, I grant &lt;b style=""&gt;FM2&lt;/b&gt; a&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;near-perfect &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;9 out of 10.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bonus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The primary bonus of this game is simply the astounding length of the entire thing. And, since I’ve unfortunately already discussed the length of the game and referenced it in the sections above, it wouldn’t be fair for me to add it again to the bonus. So, for the first time ever, there is no bonus for this game.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, Forza Motorsport 2 has scored a near-perfect score of 9.5, proudly claiming its victory as the Gears of War for the racing universe, not just for the XB360 but across all platforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Whoo! And that’s that, once again. Yet another review I can tuck under my belt as experience. I had an extremely fun time and, much like a crack fiend and his crack dealer, I must give many thanks to Nico of M80 Teams for fueling my addiction even once more!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hoo-rah!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’d definitely recommend this game to a fan of &lt;b style=""&gt;any videogame genre&lt;/b&gt; anywhere. Even if you don’t think you like racing games, definitely give this one a try. It’s worth it. Bigtime.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And with that I’m off to do some more racing!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;… zoom-zoom, sucka!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;--&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Reaper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-5052329819611168068?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/5052329819611168068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=5052329819611168068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5052329819611168068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/5052329819611168068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/07/forza-motorsport-2-exclusive-review.html' title='Forza Motorsport 2 -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s72-c/grading_scale.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-7006693526305784109</id><published>2007-03-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:21:57.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity Sparks Compassion ...</title><content type='html'>... y'know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, first off -- I'm proud to announce that, as of this upcoming Thursday, my now-year-old role-play, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fated Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is going to be celebrated with a party at my place. I'm kidding, for it's geographically impossible with people in the role-play being across the country / world and whatnot. ... but we'll still conjure up the virtual champagne, I kid you not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I ran across this and found it somewhat funny. Sony? What in the hell were you thinking when you thought of blackballing Kotaku? That's somewhat ... low for even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to the article &lt;a href="http://kotaku.com/gaming/top/sony-blackballs-kotaku-240860.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Playstation Home, we reported, would be an intriguing blending of the Mii and achievements, allowing gamers to create a virtual world for customized avatars and then decorate that space with items unlocked through game play.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat readers couldn't have known was the great lengths we went to to try and pin down the veracity of the rumor before publishing and, when finally deciding to go live with the rumor, to make sure we put it in the correct context.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n so doing, Sony asked us not to publish the story, first nicely, then not so much. Sony Computer Entertainment of American representatives reminded us that the story was a rumor and then went on to say that publishing it could harm our professional relationship with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen I responded that we were going forward with the story and that sometimes news doesn't come from official sources I was told that if we published we would likely be blackballed by the company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;pecifically, they said we would be asked to return our debug PS3, uninvited from all meetings scheduled with Sony at GDC, including one on blogger relations and a one-on-one with Phil Harrison, and that they would no longer deal with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;nowing that, we went forward with the story, choosing not to point out the threats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hortly after the story ran, and I forwarded it to Dave Karraker, the senior director of corporate communications for Sony Computer Entertainment of America, to point out we did decide to run it."&lt;/p&gt;All-in-all, though, Dave and Brian were able to resolve their differences like big boys and I believe Kotaku and Sony have long made amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I thought &lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/eightcell/emilio.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was pretty sweet. Actually, I'd've bought one ... had they been on sale. Best I can make is probably something that looks like utter sh*t compared to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/eightcell/emilio/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/eightcell/emilio/front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't let it discourage you from trying to create your own, though! Buy your own paints and such he suggests from his webpage and &lt;a href="http://www.kidrobot.com/products2.cfm?ID=1239&amp;cfid=1391622&amp;amp;cftoken=40337331&amp;nav_chooser=&amp;amp;dept=TOYS&amp;typ=KIDROBOT"&gt;order your very own Munny&lt;/a&gt; for almost $25 here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I leave, I'd like to make the recommendation that you run out and by the [now-fairly-old] &lt;a href="http://website.threedaysgrace.com/index.asp?m=l&amp;amp;ru=y&amp;lbuid=85,&amp;amp;lbu=&amp;lbp=&amp;amp;lbt=580d97ec2ec1b41d66391d5cd33a9330"&gt;Three Days Grace&lt;/a&gt; album by the title of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/B000FBGBPC/ref=s9_asin_image_3/104-8499297-2339915"&gt;One-X&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, the Reaper has paid his dues and is leaving ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-7006693526305784109?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/7006693526305784109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=7006693526305784109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/7006693526305784109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/7006693526305784109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/03/creativity-sparks-compassion.html' title='Creativity Sparks Compassion ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-8646003673172742391</id><published>2007-01-21T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:39:08.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Planet -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's just that time again. I've officially waded my way through and have come to spread n' share the knowledge I have gained. ... alright, well, perhaps not quite that noble, but it's all-the-same another review. Of course, I will be using the same rating system as last time on a scale much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s1600-h/grading_scale.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s320/grading_scale.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022665193903778338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... followed by each one of these 1 through 10 rankings in each of the many splendid categories such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;br /&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;br /&gt;Multiplayer (if applicable)&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (in case I feel it incorporates something not falling under the above categories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For my readers I have braved the harsh terrain and battled the ruthless Akrid in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet: Extreme Condition &lt;/span&gt;to bring you this following review, courtesy of my hours of playtime and M80's donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumroll, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQjcPRaamI/AAAAAAAAACY/ozX4bXN_TTM/s1600-h/lostplanet_firefight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQjcPRaamI/AAAAAAAAACY/ozX4bXN_TTM/s400/lostplanet_firefight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022678452467821154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Capcom doesn't draw the short straw in this category, especially what you'd expect from them. They're known for incorporating some intriguing boss battles and levels and, much like Resident Evil 4, don't stray from the die-hard equation that has equaled success for them in the past. For anyone who's played (and enjoyed) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God of War&lt;/span&gt;, much like myself, the complex control system, especially switching between running on foot, to VS's, to the many other things in the game, controlling your character in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; should be an utter cinch. To quite a few others, it may be a slight struggle at first but, as soon as you actually get into the game, you should be able to master these controls in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily knock this game out in only a few hours if you play as I did ... but it would take considerably longer if you try to hunt down the multiple targets embedded within different locations on the three difficulties throughout every mission of the game. I, obviously on my very first playthrough, didn't accomplish gathering them all yet came quite close. All-in-all, there's plenty of Akrid to shoot at and rarely any downtime in the single-player campaign. Though there are a couple of puzzles (I, stupidly enough, tried to sneak by all the probes Metal Gear-style later on when, really, just a couple of wellplaced shots could take them out and away forever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some bad aspects ... I, for one, had trouble reading the mini-map plus PDA that traveled with Wayne as he explored the planet and I found it saddening that I had to die a couple times in the process of finding exactly where the game wanted me to go next. Of course, then, there's the thought that raced through my head after I found it of 'why didn't you find that earlier yourself?!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, the gameplay's quite pleasing, a gentle-enough mix to put you in the mood of the game quite quickly, allowing you to shoot almost everything you come across and deactivate the puzzle-solving regions of your brain for quite some time. For some quality gameplay, I give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet &lt;/span&gt;an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the gameplay category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the beginning, Wayne, his father (Gail), and some other [later dubbed-]"snow pirates" are heading through a facility to help in the colonization of this abnormally frozen planet known as E.D.N. III, creating mechanized machines known as "Vital Suits" that help aid in the process of traversing the planet ... and also help when mounted with weapons to fight the opposing insects who don't like your presence on their planet, also known as the Akrid. In short, Wayne's father, Gail, dies and Wayne himself barely escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward a bit and he's saved by a band of snow pirates that take him in, unthaw him, and greedily accept him as one of their own, sending him on missions and raids against the Akrid as well as the force attempting to colonize the planet ... a force that's hiding a deadly secret. I won't spoil the many twists for you, though, just because I'm that kind of guy. And then we come to the plot twists. Twists galore. 'Lucky this game has an insane amount of action and maneuverability because, if it hadn't, the hard-to-follow general storyline as well as the weak characters would've dragged it down ... but since the game is extremely awesome in the way it presents itself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; doesn't lose any points there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep up with the unique storyline and the not-so-fleshed-out characters, then this would come out to be a well-deserving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQjQPRaalI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O-J8zGh7gyM/s1600-h/lostplanet_worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQjQPRaalI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O-J8zGh7gyM/s400/lostplanet_worm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022678246309390930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people seem to be discrediting this games graphics, but I can't see why. At all. The graphics in this game are wicked and while they meay not rival the ones featured in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt;, that's an exception to the rule. I doubt I'll be seeing any games that looks as exceptional as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GoW&lt;/span&gt; does in quite some time, so why hold it against all of the other games? The way the weather creates such an intense atmosphere to the battle scars down on the VS's throughout the entire game, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; features some unbelievable graphics. There are some graphic distortion and clipping errors if you look close enough, but not enough to discredit the game very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll simply leave you in awe, whether it be the outdoor or indoor environments. Period. And, for this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; receives its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I personally felt deeply enthralled by the soundtrack &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; uses ... it ranged from very dramatic, to very movie action-esque and never disappointed at all ... though I did have some beef with the voiceovers. I think they could've hired some better actors for some of the characters. I couldn't believe Rick's or Yuri's voices at first and really, really disappointed me. But, hey; what can you do, right? They served their purpose and, though they might not be up to par with my standards, don't bog down the gameplay quite so much either and, for that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; earns its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I see some insane replay value in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt;, mainly because of the targets you can snipe through each of the 11 missions. The length of the game was rather short but you can't really blame that on Capcom; it appears that's becoming a trend throughout the entire video game genre. During my first time through the game, I didn't even BEGIN to see them until I really began looking for them ... and that's when the side-line fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the targets form words, and, since I never completed an entire word, I never got a reward, but it looks like it's supposed to be pretty damn entertaining. This, as well as the multiplayer, appears to grant some serious replay value for months and months to the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value-wise, I grant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; it's extremely worthy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQjqvRaanI/AAAAAAAAACg/LJrooifeYVA/s1600-h/lostplanet_multiplayer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQjqvRaanI/AAAAAAAAACg/LJrooifeYVA/s400/lostplanet_multiplayer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022678701575924338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've tested out the multiplayer and have, in fact, been pretty proud of it. It was much better than I expected it to be, with a numerous amount of options and fun to be had. XBOX Live (though, really, when does it ever?) doesn't pair you up with people nearby ... which means that you can actually end up playing against other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; fans in South America or Japan. While I see where this could affect team communication, there wasn't really much to communicate about at the time and never really hindered the gameplay. There isn't much that stands out, but nothing that hinders it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that some people seem to gripe about in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt;'s multiplayer mode is its lag. For those people, I suggest getting a better connection because I never (or rarely ever) had dots of lag anywhere, nowhere near what I've heard other people complain about periodically over the Internet and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, obviously, are just using it as a cover-up for their lack of multiplayer skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt;'s multiplayer, I give it an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Correct me if anybody sees something wrong with this, but I see a serious relation between this and Resident Evil 4, character-wise and cinematic-wise. The way it carried itself made me feel this was Resident Evil 4 in the future ... in space. That connection never really slowed me down, so it didn't really bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I noticed something else about the cutscenes (especially about the faceoff Wayne has with [insert 2nd-to-last boss's name here] where they're speaking before they hop into their VS's) were extremely reminescent of Metal Gear Solid. Because of that, I think I played differently than if I hadn't seen the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't bad things, however, for I am a personal fan of the Resident Evil and Metal Gear Solid series. I actually though these nice little cameos actually helped enhance the game severely and, because of that, I'll be granting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Planet&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the bonus department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, Lost Planet has scored an average of 8.7, an extremely unique game definitely worth your time and money, especially if you're a fan of such a genre.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's that! Another review stored in my records. I had an extremely fun time and, of course, it wouldn't be a review without the usual thanks to Nico from M80 Teams fame. Without him, I wouldn't've had such a great game to review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd definitely recommend this game to any fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;action&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sci-fi&lt;/span&gt;, just because this game is so hardcore that a fan of such can't miss out on it. I guarantee you'll have a good time, if not better, than I did when I first played it. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, wish me luck -- I'm off to finish off those other Achievements and get my head into some multiplayer! This is Reaper, signing off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;--Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-8646003673172742391?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/8646003673172742391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=8646003673172742391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/8646003673172742391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/8646003673172742391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-planet-exclusive-review-courtesy.html' title='Lost Planet -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbQXYfRaaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzU7v8O2vGk/s72-c/grading_scale.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-2635996078826747262</id><published>2007-01-20T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:27:07.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Planet -- First Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbHRSvRaahI/AAAAAAAAABs/gleq4GiSNxA/s1600-h/0119071515_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbHRSvRaahI/AAAAAAAAABs/gleq4GiSNxA/s320/0119071515_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022025179352164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the copy I am to review of Lost Planet has arrived in the mail today. And, yet again, this has arrived from none other than my best friend in the world right now, Nico of M80 fame. Unfortunate to say, I haven't been able to test out the game and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, in fact, still in its original plastic coating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let that affect your view of my diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, of course, an avid WoW fan if you haven't caught on and, since Burning Crusade has just released, I've-- ... well, let me cut it short; I finally hit level 61. That was my weekend goal. Whihc means I have two complete days to dive into Lost Planet: Extreme Conditions and see how much goodness Capcom could pack onto their XBOX 360 disc and, of course, tell all of you about it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played the single-player demo and, I must say, am quite amazed. I am knowledgable about Capcom's earlier works as well as their newer (Resident Evil 4, per se), but this game seemed ... seemed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. It had that hook-value that just drew you in and, once you completed both branches of the SP demo's campaign mode made you cry out in agony that it was over so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this be the Resident Evil 4 killer? Will it potentially rival my Gears of War review?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to wait and find all this out and more ... within the coming 48 hours. Let the clock begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-2635996078826747262?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/2635996078826747262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=2635996078826747262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2635996078826747262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2635996078826747262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-planet-first-impressions.html' title='Lost Planet -- First Impressions'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RbHRSvRaahI/AAAAAAAAABs/gleq4GiSNxA/s72-c/0119071515_edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-7187488611031671547</id><published>2006-12-28T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:45:20.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JFK - The Death of a Dream ...</title><content type='html'>I was watching a documentary just last night on the different theories and conspiracies behind the assassination of John F. Kennedy ... and then it got me thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... think about all of the presidents we've had since JFK and Eisenhower ... those two actually had values for the country and wanted to enhance the idea of a unified nation. Every president we've gotten after that, sad to say, has done an extremely appalling job ... just look back on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nixon = Watergate Scandal, where he had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from office. "I am not a crook ..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bush (Sr.) = "Read my lips ..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clintion = the whole Monica Lewinsky scandal. "I did not have sexual relations with that woman ..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I could list so many more, but it is sincerely appalling to see such a good man (JFK) die such a tragic death only to have his spot constantly replaced by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; embeciles. If you listen to JFK talk in any of his speeches, he has such charisma about him. And then you look at George W., president of our country today ... and he could barely string together two intelligent sentences for the life of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest-to-God, what in the hell is our country coming to nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all the people who have dreams die and all of the idiots are kept alive and safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King. He was assassinated. By a southern &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;redneck with a rifle&lt;/span&gt;. John Kennedy's son? Killed in some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysterious plane crash&lt;/span&gt;. JFK's brother? Shot at point-blank range by some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palestinian radical by the name of Sirhan Sirhan&lt;/span&gt;. If we want to go even further back, how about Abraham Lincoln? He was in the process of freeing the slaves ... and what happens to him? Shot in a movie theatre by an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actor by the name of John Wilkes Booth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, why is it that all of the good guys, trying to spread these messages of love and peace get assassinated? I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are ignorant and resistant to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can disagree with me all you want, but you know that I'm at least right on the fact that since Eisenhower and JFK there has not been one president that hasn't gotten in trouble for something (scandal) or has attempted to turn the country around like they (JFK + Eisenhower) did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-7187488611031671547?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/7187488611031671547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=7187488611031671547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/7187488611031671547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/7187488611031671547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/12/jfk-death-of-dream.html' title='JFK - The Death of a Dream ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-2225811019851425034</id><published>2006-12-09T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:05:49.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gears of War -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80</title><content type='html'>Welcome, one-and-all to my first-ever review of a game here. I like to value my opinion, so for all of you who stop by and read my humble little dialogue, you'll get a taste of what I like and what I think. Since I've never committed to writing a review before, let me set out the blueprint for what my reviewing scale for the various subjects shall look like. Vanna, could we raise the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu0dH4FMRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2P6rlW_Eo6A/s1600-h/grading_scale.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu0dH4FMRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2P6rlW_Eo6A/s320/grading_scale.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006793823175913746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Vanna. Alright, now I will review the game over various different categories and give you the grand total average by the end. The categories I will be reviewing under shall include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;br /&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound&lt;br /&gt;Value&lt;br /&gt;Multiplayer (if applicable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus (in case I feel it incorporates something not falling under the above categories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now you know my scale as well as my categories. All we need is my opinion, what I give them, and some screenshots to boot ... and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu6eX4FMSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ihrAR84N8dQ/s1600-h/gow_screen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu6eX4FMSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ihrAR84N8dQ/s400/gow_screen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006800441720516898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; is very entertaining, even from the start. From its cat-and-mouse, duck-and-cover control scheme all the way up to its various weapon choices, it'll provide hours of fun in campaign mode alone. Straight from the beginning, you'll notice that while all is well and good, the "A" button is clearly used for more than one function: running, ducking for cover, rolling, interacting with the environment, et cetera. This can cause some rather distinct problems. Per se, there is a heated firefight between the Locust and your soldiers (as well as yourself) interacting in front of you. Your teammates are already firing upon the threat and you, or should I say Marcus Fenix (your character), has just entered the fray. Naturally, you're gonna duck for some cover to save yourself from being fried by the Troika Gun across the way. So, you hold down A to run forward for cover. This cover is also small enough to climb over. You run directly into the slab of concrete to use as a shield and, unknowingly, tap "A" once again ... Marcus climbs over your cover and is exposed to the flying metal-and-other-material flying all around. Could that be avoided by mapping it to another button? Maybe. But this small fact doesn't hinder the ability to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; much (if any) at all. Just something worth noting. While I understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic Games&lt;/span&gt; tried to make the controls as simplistic as possible, I believe the buttons could've been mapped slightly more comfortably ... but this doesn't take away from the value much at all, and after some getting used to feels almost natural in your hands as you blind-fire and Action Reload your gun over the armoire you've ducked behind whilst fighting the Locust. For gameplay, I grant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I must say that creating a solid, memorable, and not to mention valuable storyline for such a game as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; isn't an easy task, especially after its gained so much hype from the media. Needless to say, though, I do believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GoW&lt;/span&gt; pulled it off. In a nutshell, you are Marcus Fenix, an ex-COG (or Coalition of Organized Governments) operative turned-convict for some undisclosed reason. Somehow, the prison has been infested and overrun by the planet's native enemy, the Locust. Somebody from Delta Squad belonging to the COG breaks in and breaks you out, throwing you your armor and sending you into battle. Yet again, needless to say, Fenix is somewhat happy by the proposition of kicking some alien ass after being locked up for so long. After a brief introductory sequence, you break out of the Locust-infested prison and meet up with a chopper along with the rest of Delta Squad to whisk you away to another locale of the planet in order for you to be sent on your first mission and, as well, your first firefight -- locating Alpha Squad, who also seems to've been holding a bomb-of-sorts that, if positioned in the right place, could exterminate the Locust threat for quite a long time, if not inevitably, called the "resonator".  Of course, though, everything goes to hell in a handbasket for reasons which I will refuse to spoil. Even though the background story (being a sci-fi fan myself, I had to enjoy it) caught my attention fairly quickly (even having not read the accompanied manual first), I believe the characters'-depth could've been brought together much more nicely. You relate to the characters somewhat, but it's brought together in such a way that you feel something's missing, and while everything is set in place to explain that missing data, nothing's ever said about it. Again, while the character development is lacking in some areas, the storyline is nothing to groan over. And am I the only one who isn't getting what the whole deal behind heading back to the "Fenix Estate" is all about nearing the end of the game? For its confusing-yet-entertaining storyline, I grant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu6834FMTI/AAAAAAAAABE/r8Lj5Rv3dB0/s1600-h/gow_screen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu6834FMTI/AAAAAAAAABE/r8Lj5Rv3dB0/s400/gow_screen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006800965706527026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, yes. The wonderful, wonderful graphics. I, case-in-point, haven't actually been able to test out the graphics of the XBOX 360 on an HDTV as of yet, but still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears&lt;/span&gt;' graphics still look amazing. How the environment gets destroyed so easily, the atmosphere around it, (especially on a train-ride of sorts near the end of the game) the characters, and the models still gets to me, regardless of whether I have hi-def or not. The textures look expertly crafted and modeled and, for this, I believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic Games&lt;/span&gt; may've just proven to us how far the 360 can actually go, pushing the boundaries of technology to this day. Maybe, eventually, Cliff [Blezinski] as well as his staff at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic Games&lt;/span&gt; will show us even more of the 360's technology in days to come? For the graphics element how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; is rendered on the XBOX 360, it receives a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a game with such wonderful visuals and storyline as this one, it doesn't slack off when it comes to sound, either. The futuristic weaponry sounds intense and realistic, the voices of Marcus Fenix as well as your squadmates sound extremely realistic, the alien grunts and grunts almost sound well-done enough to make you look over your shoulder scared, and the environmental detail is awesome in itself. Awesome enough that, although of course not having surround-sound, either, makes me almost feel like I'm in the world of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; itself. And that's saying something ... not many games feature such ambience, yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GoW&lt;/span&gt; pulls it off so flawless. For that, I applaud &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic Games&lt;/span&gt; once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and let's not forget the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical score behind the game is astounding, as well as the song used for the trailer (Mad World by Gary Jules, the cover of the Tears for Fears version) left me ... well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;astounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I absolutely loved it ... although the song at the very end of the credits left me scratching my head at first with an expressionless "WTF"-expression on my face, (impossible? Dunno.) I ended up loving that just as much as the songs throughout the rest of the game. For the composition of an astounding musical score through the entire game, I give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; its well-deserved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GoW&lt;/span&gt; lacks value is like saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt; sucked. Closer to the point, some would go as far as saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; is very well the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt;-killer. With that ... shockingly enough, I must agree. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; sucked me in so much that during my first (turned out to be--) 7 hours-straight of playing it, I hadn't even noticed how much time had gone by ... like I've said previously, it's been an incredible while since any game has done that ... *wink wink* *nudge nudge* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resident Evil 4&lt;/span&gt;. Don't get me wrong, I still have an undying-faith and soft-spot for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt; franchise, so take pride in my word when I say that while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oW&lt;/span&gt; appears to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halo&lt;/span&gt;-killer thus far, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/span&gt; will make me eat my words, no? Despite the looming fact of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/span&gt; drifting closer and closer, I give the value of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu7634FMUI/AAAAAAAAABM/fVzWeF7Cb4w/s1600-h/gow_screen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu7634FMUI/AAAAAAAAABM/fVzWeF7Cb4w/s400/gow_screen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006802030858416450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must say, I've played around with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears&lt;/span&gt;' Co-op and XBOX Live functions. Co-op's been a blast, especially with yelling at your friend to cover you instead of hiding behind a pipe like a pansy, as well as versing many others over XBOX Live. The only obstacle I can see that would prevent this from getting a much higher score would have to be the chainsaw-bayonet melee attack attached to the end of your weapon for the majority of the game (if you hold onto it) called the Lancer. Why would this be a problem? Because, for most of the time, using the chainsaw is a grab-bag of chance while facing an online opponent over XBOX Live. You may think you've revved up your chainsaw before the opponent but he may let one rip on you, (no pun intended) making for an instant kill and a gear-and-skull icon hazing the bloody screen appear. Let me tell you -- that's no fun. If you can get your chainsaw up first, you can laugh in the victory of seeing the creature's blood across from you scatter across the screen. While this may be entertaining for awhile, it provides no challenge, so unless you're constantly on your feet and making sure you're nowhere close to the enemy (hence, a useless shotgun) when their hands are on the Lancer or your opponents over Live agree to avoid using the chainsaw-bayonet, the multiplayer matches are more of a spin-of-the-wheel in luck rather than skill. Due to this, I must grant this game its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess bad things come back to haunt you, yes? I believe this game is in need for some special mention here. We've already established most of its features are outstanding, yet its multiplayer could need some work, but its downfall must possibly be its best feature ... the chainsaw-bayonet. While I just previously mentioned its a lucky-item for multiplayer, single-player is a completely different story. Watching in glory as you carve your victim up, the Lancer's an amazing tool when it comes to single-player (mainly on the lower difficulties). I, myself, have stayed on Hardcore and resulted to Casual for a couple parts later on, but Insane looks to be like some true fun. Its three modes, though challenging on different levels, clearly leaves something to be desired, but in the end its extremely fun anyway. The torque bow, as well, (think: a bow that fires dynamite-arrows covered in sticky adhesive) is an extremely awesome weapon, especially against the Locust's Theron Guards later on. The dialogue made me laugh out loud a couple of times between the entire of Delta Squad, and bringing military-branded humor into dialogue and making it funny isn't an easy task. How many other games do you get to curb-stomp an enemy while their knelt down crying? Not many, I can tell you. For its bonuses, I grant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gears of War &lt;/span&gt;another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;9 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, Gears of War has scored an average of 9.5, a game near, but not quite, perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And there you have it! Reaper's exclusive first-ever review, happening to feature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gears of War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Of course, though, none of this would be possible if it weren't for Nico from &lt;a href="http://m80teams.com/"&gt;M80 Teams&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd recommend this to  and because of that I extend an extremely open-armed thank you to him as well. I hope the review has met your specifications, and it was a blast playing it. I'll probably keep playing it for months, maybe even years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recommend this to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; fan of shooters or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;stealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. While this game may not focus too much on stealth, you most certainly will need it to finish off Berserkers as well as duck from cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I'm off to play some multiplayer and unlock some more of those 49 unlockable achievements! This is Reaper, signing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-2225811019851425034?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/2225811019851425034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=2225811019851425034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2225811019851425034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2225811019851425034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/12/gears-of-war-exclusive-review-courtesy.html' title='Gears of War -- The Exclusive Review, Courtesy of M80'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXu0dH4FMRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2P6rlW_Eo6A/s72-c/grading_scale.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-8355194304000173396</id><published>2006-12-08T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:44:56.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gears of War -- First Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXppMH4FMOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cj4IcY7ztpU/s1600-h/gearsofwar_1208061520_edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXppMH4FMOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cj4IcY7ztpU/s320/gearsofwar_1208061520_edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006429592769343714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What else can I say besides “wow”? The game looks absolutely friggin’ amazing, the storyline is well thought-out, and the controls feel right at home. I’ve been playing Gears of War now for about 5 or 6 hours straight, now. Lord &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;only knows&lt;/span&gt; what it’s doing to my eyesight … ‘like I care. =P I actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lost track of time&lt;/span&gt; playing it! I haven’t had something do that to me in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently approaching the end of Act III with 9 out of the 49 achievements unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so exhilarated by the game that I, yet again, hadn’t even kept track of the achievements until I got off the console to play this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, man -- I think I feel an ulcer comin’ on … a Gears of War ulcer … and I’m happy to say I don’t regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to my entire review once I finish the game (probably by the end of tomorrow / the weekend) … trust me, you won’t be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yet again, a big thank you goes out to Nico from M80! Without you none of this so far would’ve been possible -- trust me, you won’t be disappointed by the review, either! But, honestly … who would ever be disappointed in my writing? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I’m a modest one, aren’t I? *drenched in sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-8355194304000173396?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/8355194304000173396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=8355194304000173396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/8355194304000173396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/8355194304000173396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/12/gears-of-war-first-impressions.html' title='Gears of War -- First Impressions'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/RXppMH4FMOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cj4IcY7ztpU/s72-c/gearsofwar_1208061520_edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-6727146678986613914</id><published>2006-11-23T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:11:58.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-Exclusive Impression -- BK's "Sneak King"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3510/1395/1600/58703/BKs_SneakKing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3510/1395/320/697134/BKs_SneakKing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I got it. And have played it on the 360 for the past 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics are actually superb. The gameplay's pretty kickass, too. Hide, jump out of a haystack, deliver BK Joe's(copyrighted), rinse &amp; repeat. It's been pretty cool so far -- I've even unlocked 2 of the 12 achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a game that's really just a walking/talking ad, it actually has some depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, who am I kidding? So far, "Sneak King" is definitely worth it's 3.99+tax at your local BK with the purchase of a Value Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happenin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-6727146678986613914?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/6727146678986613914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=6727146678986613914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/6727146678986613914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/6727146678986613914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-exclusive-impression-bks-sneak.html' title='Blog-Exclusive Impression -- BK&apos;s &quot;Sneak King&quot;'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-2126480450188005604</id><published>2006-11-20T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:03:13.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gears of War Beats Halo 2?</title><content type='html'>Wow. Not that I was hoping it wouldn't, but it's rather shocking. Well, not as much shocking as -- look, just listen to me, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/gearsofwar/news.html?sid=6162101"&gt;GameSpot's article on it&lt;/a&gt;, the big man behind the stats of XBOX Live's most played games has released a new statement -- Halo 2 is no longer the most played game over XBL ... as they say, "the sounds of 'running riot' have been drowned out by the sound of chainsaws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there goes off the people with the narrow mindset that nothing can beat Halo 2 no matter what ... look, give Gears of War a fighting chance. The staff there worked hard, most-of-all-so probably Cliff himself. It takes a lot to try to beat Halo 2 on the top of the charts over XBL, and I bet that wasn't GoW's intention at all during its creation. It just ... happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, the people who say that nothing will ever beat Halo 2 or Halo and that they will always be the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes people-- it won't stay like that forever. Gears of War may've proved that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey -- only time'll tell, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hate to cut in on the subject, but this just came across from my friend Charlie -- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIVw6p9lCgg"&gt;are they serious&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk7bRYGRFVI"&gt;As well as this&lt;/a&gt;?!? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCr9eHRoQ_k"&gt;And this&lt;/a&gt;! xDD If they are ... oh, shoot!  There's even &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fcS3Myjv_0"&gt;unlockable achievements&lt;/a&gt;! And the game actually runs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pickin' this up tomorrow. No matter what. I'll come back with a report tomorrow. Or soon. I promise. Reaper promises. And you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beat that, yo. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-2126480450188005604?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/2126480450188005604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=2126480450188005604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2126480450188005604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/2126480450188005604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/11/gears-of-war-beats-halo-2.html' title='Gears of War Beats Halo 2?'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116332499302562727</id><published>2006-11-12T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:04:55.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies &amp; Games (Updated Edition!)</title><content type='html'>Luckily, I've had the opportunity to run in with a guy by the name of Nico, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://m80im.com/"&gt;M80 Teams&lt;/a&gt; fame, to grant me a chance at reviewing &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/gearsofwar/index.html?q=Gears%20of%20War"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/a&gt; for them in return for a free copy of the game. Thanks, man! You rock! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a few hours ago I got back from a showing at my local movie theatre for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443453/"&gt;Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorius Nations of Kazakhstan&lt;/a&gt; (quite a mouthful, eh?). It was actually a really funny movie and I highly recommend it. It's done excellent at the box offices so far and I hope it maintains its current rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished some work, was checkin' up on &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt; / role-playing and such ... synced some more songs from my computer onto my cellphone. Y'know. The usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though today wasn't nearly as exciting as last night, *cough-cough* Jade knocking on my door at 10 o'clock in the freakin' night *cough-cough*, today was really a very good day. And for that? A new list of some games I'm lookin' forward to, so far all for the 360. 'Ere we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/wardevil/index.html?q=Wardevil"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wardevil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - XB360 (fighting robots across various terrains [from what I can gather]? Awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/darksector/index.html?q=dark%20sector"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Sector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - XB360 (the name rocks and so far does the footage.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/adventure/bulletwitch/index.html?q=bullet%20witch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bullet Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - XB360 (there's not much released on this one. It looks cool, but pretty quirky to this point.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/haze/index.html?q=haze"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - XB360 (yet again, not much released on this, but the trailer looks pretty kickass.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/medalofhonorairborne/index.html?q=medal%20of%20honor%20airbone"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medal of Honor - Airborne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - XB360 - (yet again, not much I've seen on this one except the trailer. Although it probably is, if the trailer wasn't pre-rendered and run real-time thus far, this game looks really kickass, too, so far.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/splintercell4/index.html?q=double%20agent"&gt;Splinter Cell: Double Agent&lt;/a&gt; for the 360, &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/callofduty3/index.html?q=Call%20of%20Duty%203"&gt;Call of Duty 3&lt;/a&gt; for the 360, and &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/deadrising/index.html?q=Dead%20Rising"&gt;Dead Rising&lt;/a&gt; for the 360 should be up there, as well but they've sorta already been released. Gotta keep the lists separated, y'know? Hey, Nico -- can ya help me with any of these above games when the time comes as well? ;-) Haha, no, really, I'm grateful for GoW -- take my past line as a crooked thanks, yet again, for this opportunity. You rock, dude. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, and to end things off with the trailer for &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HBF_VgatINI"&gt;Reno 911! Miami [the movie]&lt;/a&gt; and a couple of clips from the TV series, such as &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=t7K-Vhog9V0"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ncFazu134Qk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=x6pSMeDwGTQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and, of course, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6UR38lg-vLk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2W0pjMTt-k&amp;eurl="&gt;Cowboy Bebop rendition of Dog the Bounty Hunter&lt;/a&gt;, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1:42 AM and I'm signin' off, mates. Peace out. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116332499302562727?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116332499302562727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116332499302562727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116332499302562727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116332499302562727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/11/movies-games-updated-edition.html' title='Movies &amp; Games (Updated Edition!)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116323011099172487</id><published>2006-11-10T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:36.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are Like Germs ...</title><content type='html'>... sometimes they show up at the most inopportune times. Tonight being one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, so I go upstairs and decide to lay down a little earlier. I didn't feel anything bad coming down on me yesterday or so far today until later in the afternoon -- I suspect some strain of food poisoning. Anyhow, I'm sleeping and what happens? A series of rapid knocks on my door followed by booming voices, taps on my front window, and the voices being escorted around the perimeter of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; humble home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 'hmh, whoever it was must've gone away'. So I start to go back to sleep ... 11 minutes later, who's back again? The knocking-people. Sighing and rolling my eyes I realize I'm gonna have to confront the problem one way or another. I take the band out of my hair, put on shoes and a jacket and open the door to find-- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... --Jaeden and James. Standing there. Apparently they were fairly shocked by my groggy appearance. After a long introduction, they reveal they had been tapping all the nooks and crannies of my house as well as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peering through my windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the past almost half-an-hour-now and what did they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBOX controllers. Some f**king XBOX controllers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gave them to them. Jaeden wished me a goodbye (haha, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, man) and the duo left after borrowing what they came to receive ... of course, Jade was sporting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; slick top hat he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;borrowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *cough* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *cough* from me. I'm just sorta sad I think I scared James by the way everything went down ... but, hey -- he gave me a hug and left with Jaeden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hug was kinda scary, but what have I come to expect from them? Exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, though, guys -- I may've seemed angry, but it's cool. Hell, how would life be exciting if things didn't get jumbled up every now and then? Y'all are awesome -- that reminds me, we need to get recording again, too, don't we James/Jade/David/Trey/who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, too tired now. Must level my undead mage its last few points and then fade back into the sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Night, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116323011099172487?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116323011099172487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116323011099172487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116323011099172487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116323011099172487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends-are-like-germs.html' title='Friends Are Like Germs ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116244180037382915</id><published>2006-11-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:36.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming Discussion</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long for some new games to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; catch my eye ... and it's finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Dungeon Siege II, which I mentioned awhile back, and I said it was pretty good ... well, I haven't finished it yet and haven't picked it back up since that review. Needless to say, I guess it just wasn't that good ... after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, 'some new games at the top o' the list. First off, we've got &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/gearsofwar/index.html?q=Gears%20of%20War"&gt;Gears of War&lt;/a&gt; for the XB360. Simply 'hell yes' will suffice, coming out this very upcoming Tuesday. Secondly, we've got &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/neverwinternights2/index.html?q=Neverwinter%20Nights%202"&gt;Neverwinter Nights 2&lt;/a&gt; for the PC. I'm really lookin' forward to buying that one, as well. Thirdly, we've got &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/fearextractionpoint/index.html?q=extraction%20point"&gt;F.E.A.R. - Extraction Point&lt;/a&gt; for the PC (why not? I liked the previous title. =/) followed by &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/splintercell4/index.html?q=Splinter%20Cell%20Double%20Agent"&gt;Splinter Cell: Double Agent&lt;/a&gt; for the XB360, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm currently downloading the FEAR-EP demo and it's at 43%, an estimated 8 minutes remaining. I find 15 minutes for 550 MB of raw data to be pretty fast compared to other people's around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have problems with my list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go **** a ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;: The FEAR-EP demo was f*cking awesome. Way to end a demo, guys! xD Cliffhangers, FTW. But I can't tell or not ... is Alma ... /nude/?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116244180037382915?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116244180037382915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116244180037382915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116244180037382915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116244180037382915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/11/gaming-discussion.html' title='Gaming Discussion'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116198953693000795</id><published>2006-10-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:35.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or So She Says ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/jessicafistbestestfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/jessicafistbestestfriend.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now for the quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: So, dude, when're we going to see SAW III?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It was just an idea. We'd have to find somebody who could take us.&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Ohhh ...&lt;br /&gt;-momentary silence-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, Charlie! Wanna take about 15 big boys to the movies this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Sure! -laughing; sarcastic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Oh, yes. I kick ass. I know, know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116198953693000795?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116198953693000795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116198953693000795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116198953693000795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116198953693000795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/or-so-she-says.html' title='Or So She Says ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116150219675576816</id><published>2006-10-22T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:35.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations Add +2 To My Agility!</title><content type='html'>Fox of Blood: Glenn!&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Aye? -just got done with a Scholo-raid in WoW-&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: &gt;&lt; &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: What do you want from meh?&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: I am tried, and need someone to talk to, Chris of off playing wow, again, ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: He's also over at Luke's house right now, last I heard from him.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you're tired, go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you need someone to talk to, make a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you want to be with Chris, get World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: You mean, cant get wow because I am dirt poor and also becasue if I did the net would be shot over the whole house. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If I'm mean, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you can't get WoW, run a fundraiser.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If the 'net would be shot, get a better Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: I cant get a better internet, I use wireless on my computer, not the main connection, and I cant get the main connection, me dad is that much of a prick&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you can't get a better Internet, live with it.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you're on wireless, stop.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: If you think your dad's a prick-- ... well, I can't really solve that one.&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: ... any more questions? I'll still take them.&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: Why is God only a myth to some people?&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: ... I'd like to save that discussion for another time.&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: Rofl, sorry had to put that one.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Aye, 'betcha did.&lt;br /&gt;Fox of Blood: XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... followed by (from yesterday, but posting it today) a phone conversation I had with Christian ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Try F10.&lt;br /&gt;Christian: It brought up a utility thing ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's the BIOS Setup.&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -sighs- -restarts computer- Alright. This time it brought up a utility thing, too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What button did you push?&lt;br /&gt;Christian: F8.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright, well try F10 this time.&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -sighs- -restarts computer- Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -laughs- Oh my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How many buttons is BIOS mapped to on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116150219675576816?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116150219675576816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116150219675576816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116150219675576816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116150219675576816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/conversations-add-2-to-my-agility.html' title='Conversations Add +2 To My Agility!'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116141538406129308</id><published>2006-10-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:35.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, You're Slow!</title><content type='html'>maKa vEli siNz: -Slams head on keyboard- F*cking.Bored.As.Sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD Let's play a game!&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Why don't we play WoW together?&lt;br /&gt;-moment of silence-&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD That pissed you off, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: I'm gonna f*ck you up next time I see you..&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Knew&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: Where the f*ck is everyone?! &gt;.&lt;;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Away.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: .. They can go screw themselves. =/&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Jah.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Chris is running ZG. I wonder how many times he's caused his group to wipe so far?&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: About 4, I'm guessing.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: 4 or 5, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: Argh, I need Fairy here.. or Kayla. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Aye?&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: Yus. Because they're fun. =/&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: F*ck it, I'm actually going into Barton Town to look for an RP.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: You're /really/ bored.&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: This is bull.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Well, now would be a perfect time to sit there in a trance and brainstorm a way Kaze could get out of his deathly-state. xD&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Wait ... Fairy?&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: Wow, you're slow.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: She is my Canadian friend. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Right.&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: A /cool/ Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: ... dude, I had this dream where Alex grew this mustace and berad and looked like /Jesus/. But, after further analyzation, he didn't have the hair for it an rather looked like an Amish dude. xD&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: Told me. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD /Totally/ knew that.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Larry's on!&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Talk to him!&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: Nu. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xDD If you're a beggar, you can't be a chooser.&lt;br /&gt;Bounc3yBlob: lol wtf&lt;br /&gt;Bounc3yBlob: at 12 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Bounc3yBlob: more people ar on than anybody else for AIM&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: xD&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;maKa vEli siNz: O.M.G.. bored.. as f*ck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Oh, and, while you're at it, Nickelback? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQzhOyHTarU&amp;eurl="&gt;Watch out for Portugal&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go back. Promise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD Peace out, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116141538406129308?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116141538406129308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116141538406129308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116141538406129308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116141538406129308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn-youre-slow.html' title='Damn, You&apos;re Slow!'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116112789227538144</id><published>2006-10-17T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:34.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Vs. PC? My Opinion --</title><content type='html'>-- ... that's right, all. I'm gonna be takin' the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/getamac/"&gt;14 main reasons on their site&lt;/a&gt; to switch from a PC to a Mac and will / try to counterprove every single reason for those of you less informed. Ready? Let's do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It Just Works&lt;/span&gt; -- They ask how long it's taken you to troubleshoot your PC ... well, if you don't f*ck up it won't require any. Furthermore, most of the troubleshooting that a general PC user encounters isn't as high on the list as one that a classier performer, such as a gamer or business type, would encounter -- therefore, they have more knowledge with the situation, still making the troubleshooting easy. If it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretty hard? Just look it up online. There are plenty of people there to help you. Besides, I guess I have to hand it to them -- there's not much to troubleshoot because their programs are such utter crap that they can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Can Make Amazing Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Varying on your system, you can get the same amount of software that comes from the Mac that is just as accessible (if not moreso). It's called Windows Movie Maker and all of the other software you can buy / try for it. Hell, it even comes with Windows Media Encoder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Design That Turns Heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Right. I dunno how ancient most people's PC's are today, but mine looks pretty kickass and can be easily modded. They suggest that us PC-users hoards ours in corners because they're too unattractive -- in my view, (to the majority of us) Macintosh has just committed one dirty deed against us ... extreme lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;114,00 Viruses? Not On A Mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Right. They suggest that Mac's are better because of the lack of viruses and I have two responses to that. (1) If you have the proper security software it won't even matter! And, (2) doesn't that mean that the PC is more popular? I mean, hell, who would want to create a virus for a Mac and f*ck it up more than it already is, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next Year's OS Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Oh, really? And just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; do they know what next years's software is actually going to be, mm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Latest Intel Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- They claim to have Macintoshes that utilize Intel software better than the systems they were originally designed for? I'd really like to see the results to that first-hand; otherwise that's beyond my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instant Video Chats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- And? Is that supposed to mean that the Macintosh "users" are two lazy to download one client for the PC and set it up to initiate such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Fun With Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- They talk about their programs for photo viewing as if they're godly! Obviously, the people who've created Mac's have never even viewed a PC, namely Windows, before. What a bunch of losers. They disgrace me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One-Click Websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- This just makes me feel that Mac-users are very uneducated and that because Macintosh even offers this as an option makes me think that I'm gonna be seein' a lot more crappy websites out there on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing Podcasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- This seriously is just a money-making ploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockstar Tunemaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- If you don't have the actual materials for it, you shouldn't be doing it! On the other hand, if you want to make virtual beats (like they're suggesting), just take Rockstar's Beaterator for a spin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood-style Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Windows Movie Maker. Free. Period. Just get some damn skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Hunting For Drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- 2nd-most retarded statement on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome Out Of The Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- 1st-most retarded statement uttered. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it -- Macintosh's lies-and-slander against the PC's. Don't take me into consideration ... we're really good people. Just lying bastards like these really grind my gears (haha, Family Guy reference FTW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116112789227538144?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116112789227538144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116112789227538144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116112789227538144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116112789227538144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/mac-vs-pc-my-opinion.html' title='Mac Vs. PC? My Opinion --'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116089831138557269</id><published>2006-10-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:34.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emissions &amp; Remissions</title><content type='html'>Aye, so I see the first (well, second in my books, but first released teaser xD) of the SoA went over well, so far. I'll type up the first page, sometime, that details the shocking invasion of the bazaar district sometime ... along with Sylaris's and Komali's poor gray dwarf friend, Orill. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'ed my attunement to Molten Core in World of Warcraft yesterday. And, let me tell you, it was-- ... who am I kidding? It was easy as /hell/! I didn't even die /once/!! xD It just required a few potions (that weren't too expensive, either) ... and I'm so close to completing the Onyxia Key chain it's not even funny! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, there are a couple of other games I used to absolutely /love/ that I forgot to point out, as well. &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/themehospital/"&gt;Theme Hospital&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/pizzatycoon/index.html?q=Pizza%20Tycoon"&gt;Pizza Tycoon&lt;/a&gt;. They were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-er games that, somehow, I failed to mention two-posts ago. Stupid, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, me ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I read through my /entire/ &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=12604172"&gt;Fated Souls role-play on Gaia&lt;/a&gt; ... from the beginning ... all 53 pages, 15-posts-per-pages of it. It took a few hours, but I got some info out of it I would've totally forgotten otherwise if I hadn't've recapped. And, now, for a few really cool 'ooc's from back then I intercepted and will post here for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I try my best to serve the people. -salutes- xD" - Raftacon (Reaper)&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, but now I've found a way to get around it, Jade. *points to last post before this one*&lt;br /&gt;Serve the people, eh? Hmm.... *plots evil plot*” - Animagenic (Maricia)&lt;br /&gt;“0.0; Evil plots are NOT my forte, to plan OR execute. xD Jade pretty much hit the nail right on the head. Or, as Jade corrected me: "I didn't &lt;hit&gt; the nail on the head, I got a sledgehammer and pummeled it. XD”” - Raftacon (me, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... followed by ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooc;; -looks up, chewing on a straw- Oh hell, it's Luke.” - D.B.A (Jade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as well as ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Awesome. My poll has 8 votes and there are 7 cast members. Score.” - Raftacon (guess who? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now for some additional WoW funniness ... (red is Jade, blue is Reaper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"'Allo friendly friend friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" ... alright, Jade, how much money do you need to borrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"xD I'm just saying hi, mate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"xD I know, I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"But you know, like 200 gold would be nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;":D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"xD Welllll ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Haha, kidding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Sent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"o_O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dude, you're .. Omg! &gt;&lt;;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Well, 25 instead of 200, but still helpful, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeah. xD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"xDD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://thottbot.com/?i=3389"&gt;Runecloth&lt;/a&gt; FTW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Aye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd ... end of the FS&amp;WoW-ooc-recap. xD Instead, it's time for me to wrap this all up with a friendly goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get the f*ck out of my blog, pansy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/hit&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116089831138557269?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116089831138557269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116089831138557269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116089831138557269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116089831138557269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/emissions-remissions.html' title='Emissions &amp; Remissions'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116080980705535244</id><published>2006-10-13T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:34.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt From "Shards of Avalon"</title><content type='html'>This is a short excerpt from the currently revamped fantasy-fiction story I'm working on. Read it over and offer your comments. Hope you like. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The animated undead's polearm let loose a metallic 'clang' that reverberated down the stairwell, its body collapsing to the floor, a small bullet lodged into its forehead. Komali backstepped, closing the door behind him and fastening the deadbolt. "Damn, these things are persistent," Komali almost said jokingly, taking care to reload a shot into his dwarven rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylaris gazed out of the window, seemingly lost in his own world. "You do know what this means, don't you?" he inquired, his normal tone seemingly disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, ... what?" Komali replied to the question, the sound of pounding against the wooden door raising his arlam and causing him to aim down the sight of his rifle by reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It means that he must've already finished the ritual ... we obviously don't have as much time as we thought we did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And exactly how much time&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt; we have left?" Komali asked nervously, inching his way back across and towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None." Sylaris replied grimly, glancing over at the door and removing the greatsword holstered across his back. Merely seconds after Sylaris had prepared for an assault of sorts, and undead hand slowly crept its fingers over the windowsill behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behind you!" Komali yelled, yet Sylaris had already sensed the movement to his back. Swirling around, he struck at the hand, severing its fingers. Peering out the window, he watched with satisfaction as the remainder of the undead went soaring down and into the district below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning his attention towards the door, he rose his sword above his head with deathly force, motioning for Komali to slide the latch and pull the door open. Simply nodding,h e complied. As the door swung open upon its hinges, Sylaris lunged for the unarmed animation and swung, severing it diagonally from its torso towards the floor. Not pausing to wait for the body to fall, he continued his way down the stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komali lowered his firearm and kept it to his side, maneuvering himself down behind Sylaris until he reached the end of the stairwell. Darting his eyes towards his left and right, he sighted down his firearm, yet read the room as all-clear. Giving the sign to Stlaris, he moved out and to his left to meet up with the bar counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komali did the same, leaping the barrier and landing between the bar counter and the shelves of ale. Reaching to his left for a bottle of ale, he grabbed a mug fro under the counter and poured a shot of alcohol, handing it to Sylaris. "Why not?" Sylaris grinned, grabbing the mug and setting it on the counter. About to raise the mug to his lips, he heard the sound of creaking wood to his west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing his sword and ducking just in time that the dwarven mug soared over his head, crashing into the planks of the wooden wall behind him, shards of marble and glass showering the floor. "My, aren't you a strong one?" Sylaris asked, taking in his opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dwarven animation?" Komali asked, quirking an eyebrow and raising his weapon, taking in his undead opponent much the same as Sylaris was currently in the process of. The short and stocky dwarf (like most of the race was, of course) was beginning to ramble his way towards them from across the bar-section of the inn, a wicked smile crossing his pale, gray face. His teeth rotted and his flesh rotting, one of his dark brown eyes slowly worked its way around and into the back of his head. "I've never seen one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before." Komali muttered, temporarily lowering his weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither have I," replied Sylaris, matter-of-factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, one option, then," Komali suggested, raising the firearm to eye-level, pulling back the hammer, closing his left eye, and aiming down the sights of the rifle. Zooming in towards the undead dwarf's head, Komali held his finger to the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hope you enjoy the Demonweb, scourge ...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116080980705535244?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116080980705535244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116080980705535244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116080980705535244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116080980705535244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/excerpt-from-shards-of-avalon.html' title='Excerpt From &quot;Shards of Avalon&quot;'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-116045819638574200</id><published>2006-10-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:33.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Mismatch of Various Odds-'n-Ends</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. My, hasn't my first day of our school's two-week break been a pretty interesting one? I thought I was getting sick late Sunday night, but I drank some tea, popped some pills (joking, of course), and went to sleep and was better this morning (huzzah!). And then what did I do? I finished a beat for Jade (you're welcome, man) ... I went onto XBOX Live ('cause, for some odd reason, I had the craving to) and played, like, 4 Skirmishes on Halo 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked Gaia off-and-on to see if anybody had posted. Sadly enough, there were none. But, alas, I have not given up hope. I just pray the pacing goes faster soon enough. Or ... *trails off* ... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried my crack at getting an old Windows 95 / MS-DOS 3.1 game running on my computer (again). It's name is &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/fragileallegiance/index.html"&gt;Fragile Allegiance&lt;/a&gt; and it used to be one of my favorite games as a child. I didn't understand half the stuff that was going on besides exploding asteroids, horrible micromanagment on my part, and blowing sh*t up with missiles that exterminated planets at a time. Y'know? Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got it working. I had to delete logo.exe and then set fragile.exe for the Windows 95 compatibility mode. The game works, generally. Aside from a couple of non-important glitches that could probably be ironed out sometime ... the sound skips and is /very/ choppy, but I can always just disable. If the game starts to feel like it's bogging down, you just hit the Windows key or Alt-Tab out and then Alt-Tab back in. And, bam! Back as new. The only other downfall is that everytime you try to rename a fleet or colony the game ... well, freezes. And you can't rename savegames (so get it right the first time, damn it! xD), but that's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bad, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, FA got me thinking -- what other games did I used to like from my childhood. I didn't understand half of it, again, but it seemed pretty f**king cool -- &lt;a href="http://www.ifelix.co.uk/space1889.html"&gt;Space: 1889&lt;/a&gt;. It was cool. It was an RPG. Hell, I guess I got hooked early, didn't I? It was just about as cool as the other 2 I used to play without really totally understanding: &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/megatraveller/index.html?q=MegaTraveler"&gt;MegaTraveler 1&lt;/a&gt; (with better info &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MegaTraveller"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), as well as &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/buckrogers/index.html"&gt;Buck Rogers: Countdown to Doomsday&lt;/a&gt;. I also wanted &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/adventure/neverhood/index.html"&gt;Neverhood&lt;/a&gt; from an early age, but I fulfilled that prophecy a few years ago and, clearly, wasn't disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I began to recall some of the sh*ttiest game choices I've ever made. First off, looking down my CD rack, I see&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/sidmeiersalphacentauri/index.html"&gt;Harbinger&lt;/a&gt;. Hell, it seemed like Diablo 2 in space. Could I've been more wrong? I don't think so. It seemed really unoriginal, boring, and uncreative. Not to be confused with &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/zaxthealienhunter/"&gt;Zax: The Alien Hunter&lt;/a&gt;. Z:TAH seemed to be a pretty good game, but it didn't really keep my interest for long. But was it better than Harbinger? Yes. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, now that I recall it, I've tried getting Sid Meier's &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/sidmeiersalphacentauri/index.html"&gt;Alpha Centauri&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/sidmeiersaliencrossfire/index.html"&gt;Alien Crossfire&lt;/a&gt; up-and-running again. Now, those games used to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kickass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad I'm having trouble getting them running on XP, nowadays. I guess that's my next project over the next 11+ days besides ironing out the bugs in Fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Reaper," you might ask, "What have you playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" Well, young readers, I've been playing the various GunGame multiplayer mods on CS:Source ("Shaedy" written all fancy, for you nonbelievers) and I picked up a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/dungeonsiege2/index.html"&gt;Dungeon Siege II&lt;/a&gt; from my local Best Buy (two towns away. =P) I believe that DSII is much better than &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/dungeonsiege/index.html?q=dungeon%20siege"&gt;its predecessor&lt;/a&gt;, despite what the reviewers might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What games might you be picking up now? you might ask, as well. Well, I think I'll wait for the new sh*t to come out ... &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/thewitcher/index.html"&gt;The Witcher&lt;/a&gt; looks pretty cool. I've (obviously) been keeping my eye on those &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/halo3/index.html"&gt;Halo 3 rumors&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/ps3/adventure/metalgearsolid4/index.html"&gt;MGS4 info&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/gearsofwar/index.html"&gt;Gears of War release date&lt;/a&gt;. It's been pretty cool. A new dawn of gaming, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I also picked up some new songs while listening to the radio. I'm not responsible for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you get them, but as long as you download them (*cough* LIMEWIRE *cough*) or buy the albums (loser! xD Kidding, kidding,) just pick these up, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Attitude" - by Alien Ant Farm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Another Perfect Day" - by American Hi-Fi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Do It Alone" - by Sugarcult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Alive and Kicking" - by Nonpoint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Paralyzed" - Rock Kills Kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Burning Bright" - Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Have fun, kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S. -- Oh, right-- ... and, Luke? You wanted me to level you to 30? Yeah, I did that for you ... and parked your character in a special place, afterwards, ... without a hearthstone. xD Have fun navigating your way out, little man. You'll get no help from me. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. -- And, a couple of funny quotes I heard over the past few days. Keep them to heart and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guild leader's comment -- "There once was a monkey in Nantucket. He talked, but all he would say was 'f... it'." xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bumper sticker (sarcasm) -- "Work harder! Millions on welfare depend on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-116045819638574200?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/116045819638574200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=116045819638574200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116045819638574200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/116045819638574200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-mismatch-of-various-odds-n-ends.html' title='A Little Mismatch of Various Odds-&apos;n-Ends'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115939352329116980</id><published>2006-09-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:33.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Woes</title><content type='html'>While walking home with Luke about an hour ago, the following conversations occurred --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-crossing the street-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright, stay to my left as we cross the first half and then switch to my right for the second half.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you get run over by speeding vehicles before I do.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Oh, come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, secondly, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: ... so what was that song you used for your very first Green Vs. Yellow trailer?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Born With Nothing, Die With Everything by Papa Roach.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Oh, right, right ... good song, good song ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: -singing- Born with nothing, ... die with Luke's p3n!s ...&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Well, that must be one helluva large casket.&lt;br /&gt;-laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh ... let these moments not rot from your mind. Tuck them away. Oh-so-very-deep-away ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, brotha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115939352329116980?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115939352329116980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115939352329116980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115939352329116980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115939352329116980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/walking-woes.html' title='Walking Woes'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115908335220386762</id><published>2006-09-24T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:32.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Processions Are /Not/ My Kinda Thing</title><content type='html'>Yeah, just last night (well, two nights ago-since-midnight) I went to my dad's friend's funeral. His wife and two kids were there, not much older than I am. It was very saddening to see their father just left behind. But he fought the cancer well and lived his life out to the fullest extent and he helped others obscenely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say, I guess. I'm just sorta still in mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P. - Gary Casper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115908335220386762?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115908335220386762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115908335220386762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115908335220386762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115908335220386762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/funeral-processions-are-not-my-kinda.html' title='Funeral Processions Are /Not/ My Kinda Thing'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115845856465416233</id><published>2006-09-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:32.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to Celebrate - Fantasy and Reality</title><content type='html'>F*ckin' awesome. That's all I've gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ckin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Roach finally released their new album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paramour-Sessions-Papa-Roach/dp/B000H5U62U/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_1/104-4540155-3395114?ie=UTF8"&gt;Paramour Sessions&lt;/a&gt;, 4 days ago. I'm totally going out tomorrow and picking that one up. I'm so unbelievably happy it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, [on another note] a few funny things happened today via guildchat on WoW today between Jade and me. Let's have a look, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Luke says hello.. for some reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Mm, he can go f*ck himself. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Now that's the attitude I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;Jade: He wants you.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: To talk to you, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: In the ass.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Talk to me in the ass? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: It's Luke, he's fat, he can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: The tumor gives him magical power.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xDD&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Fo'shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Fo'shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that short conversation we encountered the following "War of the Faces", so-to-speak. Let's watch, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: TO WINTERSPRING, AWAAAY! O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: ... quite intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: &lt;--- Severely mentally retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: =O&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: o.o!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: o.O;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: :D&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: o.o!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: :D&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: o.o!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: :D&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: o.o!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: o.o?&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: -.-&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: -_-;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: I should totally shoot you now.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: xD&lt;br /&gt;Jade: O:&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;Jade: I need a gun, I hate the sounds bows make..&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Time to kill.. and kill.. and kill.. &gt;&gt;;'&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Fo'shizzle?&lt;br /&gt;-pause-&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Fo'shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the ever-classic two lines of the day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade: F*ck! Another elite!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Stop attacking meeeeeee! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD And with that note I will prepare by previewing a few of the Papa Roach songs from their new album. The anticipation is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Night, all -- godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115845856465416233?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115845856465416233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115845856465416233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115845856465416233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115845856465416233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-to-celebrate-fantasy-and-reality.html' title='Day to Celebrate - Fantasy and Reality'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115838409257378604</id><published>2006-09-15T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:31.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Kills. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>As of, roughly enough, 4:30 PM yesterday evening one of my father's best friends, as well as my own, by the name of Gary passed away. It is very saddening and hard to cope with right now. We're all in a state of shock it took him so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is for more of an update rather than the facts concerning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, guys. I'm just not in the frame of mind to tackle the facts. It's still too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish him to rest in peace. The timeframe for the funeral procession is still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115838409257378604?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115838409257378604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115838409257378604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115838409257378604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115838409257378604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/cancer-kills-seriously.html' title='Cancer Kills. Seriously.'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115791760250511080</id><published>2006-09-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:31.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;R - Rants and Rants -- Edition 3</title><content type='html'>Rap ... is it an art? Of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, lately, I've been torn. I obviously respect the genre, and I don't refer to any genre of music as trash, especially not rap. It's comprised of a venting of feelings and expressions. One of my friends suggests that it's trash, the other's in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I stand? In the middle? I think a quote could handle this pretty well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not true at all, I feel like I am an intelligent person and I like the song. I don't neccesarily agree with all the lyrics, but I love the instrumentals and I respect the art of the artists/rappers involved. And you know what? I respect you even though I don't agree with you and even though I'm sure this little note will make you pissed off, I respect your opinion anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccXcHy8kiSs&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;"Drop It Like It's Hot" video page on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I don't believe most of these lyrics should try to be imitated. Hell, most of the stuff in here involves gangs, guns, women, or breaking the law. Does that mean I shouldn't listen to it? Does that mean I should feel prejudice against it? Of course not. I can listen to it without imitating it. How could anyone absolutely loathe an art like this? Whether you like it or not, this genre is just like any other genre and requires the same, if not more, work then any other genres in the music business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the genre, don't go overboard with it. It's a wonderful genre, I personally listen to it, and I overly respect it. Does that mean I condone what's said? Maybe not, but it would vary on the music. Don't be ignorant and denounce the genre based on the lyrics of one song. If you would actually sit down and listen to it, maybe you'd get a different outlook on things. If you can't respect the music then don't put it down, -- just shut the hell up about it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes our third edition of Rants and Rants. Hope you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115791760250511080?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115791760250511080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115791760250511080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115791760250511080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115791760250511080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/rr-rants-and-rants-edition-3.html' title='R&amp;R - Rants and Rants -- Edition 3'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115777403311752200</id><published>2006-09-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:31.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt at GvY Recording = Failure</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened. I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get Chris to co-operate in getting on XBOX Live to at least experiment what we could do for various parts of the trailer. I send him an invite and make the server, naturally. I'm even talking to him over MSN about it. But how long does it take him to join something that should probably be something he would drop everything for, seeing as how we've been trying to get it off the ground for years and if I don't get these tests out of the way we won't be doing sh*t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes. 10 f*cking minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't all. Like hell it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he comes he hijacks a Warthog, then a Banshee, then goes to a sniper spot and tries to shoot out my tires. So, ... I kill him. He claims he was only shooting the tires and leaves the server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Christian. Great team effort. Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love for the team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian took it into the woods, molested it, and shot it dead. At least that's how the story went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Johnny Dumbf**k here thinks it even a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; idea after I tell him I'll just film the stuff myself ... "Uh..sorry? 0.o" Yeah. Exactly. The reaction I was praying all my life for. Oh, wait, no it's not ... just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, people. Can we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just get something done or will I have to abandon all of you and find some internet guys with XBOX Live and give it a shot with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115777403311752200?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115777403311752200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115777403311752200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115777403311752200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115777403311752200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-attempt-at-gvy-recording-failure.html' title='First Attempt at GvY Recording = Failure'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115739717886363240</id><published>2006-09-04T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:30.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaper Vs. Passwords</title><content type='html'>It turns out that somebody didn't want us on the server that Christian let us come to in the first place. After a short while, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; placed a password on the server. The first one wasn't so hard, and I guessed "chaos" first try and got in. But now, a week after discovering the first one, it has been changed again and, the server name being "Remnants of Chaos", I guessed "remnants" but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have no given in to it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'll keep you posted. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115739717886363240?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115739717886363240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115739717886363240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115739717886363240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115739717886363240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/09/reaper-vs-passwords.html' title='Reaper Vs. Passwords'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115605552773414927</id><published>2006-08-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:30.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Lost Its Mind ...</title><content type='html'>Jesus, I haven't felt like this in awhile. My friends are awesome, even though I may beg to differ below, and the world is a wonderful place to be (well, sometimes) but its honestly and completely gone to hell. I hate to know what my future and, for that fact, how the future of my entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are going to survive, people f*cking up the environment and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's just going to hell. The last time I can imagine something of this magnitude would have to be back during The Great Depression ... ice caps melting, oil lines busting, Mideast Crises, North Korean menace, and just rampant violence and warfare everywhere. And the world isn't the only place people are going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are, too, I'm afraid to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade's pretty awesome. Honestly. He may defend himself to the point of insulting others to his own expense, and he may pass off his facade to keep up his pride, but he's actually pretty weak. Not in a bad way, but just not as badass as he may try to pass off. One minute he may be extremely useful and helpful (like he usually is), though there're sometimes when he's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;  annoying, be it insult or ... I don't think there's a word for it. He drives me (and others) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we completely block / mute / ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry's been really helpful. Aside from the fact that we aren't going to the same school together ... we miss you Larry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's been ... well, his usual self. We may crack jokes over him as if he were just some sort of toy to us, but in the end (whether he gets pissed off or just passes over it like it were nothing) I don't think any of us mean any harm over it. I've actually begun to confront people (such as Jade and others) who've been passing derogatory comments about me my way. I won't put up with that sh*t anymore. I have no reason to. Even though Chris threw a little temper tantrum today and completely ignored his friends (Larry, Jade, Luke, and I)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and his own girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... TWICE ... I assume there has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; good reason behind it. I doubt it was just a retarded ploy for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, fairly recently, he's been using an "I-get-the-last-word-before-we-move-on-to-the-next-subject" kind of ploy to get out of arguments that are in his favor. Christian, if you're actually reading this -- realize that that doesn't even work on anybody near you and won't be working on anybody in the future. Don't start the argument or back out of it, don't speak like your word's the constant truth and then delve off-subject. It's annoying, ignorant, and childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's girlfriend, Lorin, is crazy. Psychotic. I dunno what she's had in her past, and she actually seems quite ... nice? Well, that is if you answer all her questions right. I dunno how Chris handles her. She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too insane for me. She's crazy. Period. Stone-cold.f*cking.nuts. She'd probably handle that as a compliment, and Chris &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't listen to reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when we warn him she's crazy. It's about 7 people versus his word. He must think he's Jesus, 'cause he's shooting our ideas down and claiming himself to be a savior. If he won't heed our word, I guess he'll just have to wake up next to a psycho someday and think "Damn, why didn't I listen to those guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a personal apology to two of the following people --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke -- I know we all make fun of you, and although you act like it doesn't tear you down, you usually glide over ALL comments thrown your way (much like Christian does over the jokes we throw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way) I know it's a bad thing to do and I do it anyway. I'm gonna try to stop acting like a total jackass to you and anybody else I know. 'Try's a very strong term, but I advise all of you guys who're doing what I do think twice about insulting him and try a new strategy much like I am. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theheretic" AKA "Guntith" AKA "Rotithan" (WoW) -- I know I took your Searing Blade as that 20 gold payment you owed me, and Luke and I had a blast doing it, but in the end I feel awful bad about it ... I'll try to make it up somehow, trust me. I just ... work in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ways. Yeah, that's it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the world -- Israel and Hezbollah *have* been back at it again ... launching rockets, marching troops ... can you believe they're killing many people, blowing up many buildings, and invading many towns ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over two kidnapped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? People I know suggest we just draw the Hezbollah leaders out to some area and then, city or not, nuke the place. But where's the humanity in that? Yeah, of course we'd kill Israel's target (assuming the U.S. has to intervene), but is it worth the radioactive fallout flooding all the nearby towns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, you might think I'm "goth" or "emo" because of the attitude I have towards many things. Of course I'm not. I've never actually acted out or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contemplated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suicide. I don't mutilate my body, cut myself, or anything of the sort. I like the color black, but I don't wear makeup and act "goth". Of course I don't. Maybe dark, but certainly not "goth". You people who make assumptions make wrong ones and need to consult them more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm ... and now my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even been pestering me about stupid, various little things I've forgotten to do and such ... and it's really starting to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's becoming insane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; retarded ... locally and globally ... and it's really making me angry; I dunno how to vent it -- it's been awhile since I've seethed like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115605552773414927?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115605552773414927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115605552773414927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115605552773414927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115605552773414927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/08/worlds-lost-its-mind.html' title='The World&apos;s Lost Its Mind ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115441986059546350</id><published>2006-08-01T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:29.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel It Coming In The Air Tonight?</title><content type='html'>Not only is '&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=OgtCLlDtlcg&amp;search=In%20the%20air%20tonight"&gt;In The Air Tonight&lt;/a&gt;' the title of today's / tonight's blog entry, but it's a kickass song made back in the late-80's by Phil Collins but has just recently been remade for the new movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0430357/"&gt;Miami Vice&lt;/a&gt; featuring Colin Farrell as Detective Crockett and Jamie Foxx as Detective Tubbs by a group called Nonpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnSu-3OwGck"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and post your impressions in my comments. I think their remake did Phil Collins / Genesis justice. Good songs happen to be remade for a new generation and this happened to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work, everyone-who-worked-on-it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115441986059546350?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115441986059546350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115441986059546350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115441986059546350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115441986059546350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-you-feel-it-coming-in-air-tonight.html' title='Can You Feel It Coming In The Air Tonight?'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-115122110608254536</id><published>2006-06-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:29.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... For the Matinee Price!!</title><content type='html'>Haha! I'm leaving for Vegas this Monday, the 27th, at 5 AM, staying there the entire week. Expecting to see the Star Trek - Experience, the different casinos and shops up and down the strip, maybe even drive over to the Hoover Dam and Grand Canyon, maybe bump into Leonard Nimoy, Patrick Stewart, William Shatner, or (hopefully) maybe even Criss Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, the title makes no sense. But, let me assure you with some quotes and jokes that struck my fancy --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"White man makes guns, no problem. Black rapper evens &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guns, -- congressional hearing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are all lucky to be in America ... even us black people. Now, the black people have a different view in the mirror ... America is like the uncle that paid for your college tuition ... but molested you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were quoted from Chris Rock's performance a few nights ago on HBO-Comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, my girlfriend said to me 'Jimmy, we've reached a crossroads in this relationship. Down one path are some troubleships that eventually lead to ultimate happiness. The other road is a dead end.' Naturally, I responded with 'Then it's not a crossroads ... it's a T-junction.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chorus of laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad you found it funny. She went f***ing mental."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-points at a man in the audience- I read in a magazine that men go bald because they have too many male hormones in their system. My suggestion to you is to stop swallowing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My girlfriend used to angry because of the old nagging fact that I used to leave the toilet seat up. So I resolved it -- ... but there's no pleasing her. Now she's angry that the toilet seat is covered with piss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were quoted from Jimmy Carr's performance just last night on HBO-Comedy, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, the government has already profiled us black people ... they even let us on planes early, now, which is nice. See, they already know what we'll do -- we'll rob you, we'll shoot you, we'll jack you, and we'll cut you -- but we will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blow you up. You have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to f*** with bombs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quoted from Bill Belamy's performance just last night, as well, on HBO-Comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some quotes in World of Warcraft that I happened to jot down or take a screenshot of in a moment's notice. =P (Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Me, Jade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got in a fight with a guy in BG. &gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;;"&lt;br /&gt;"Guess not."&lt;br /&gt;"All of my clothing is dying."&lt;br /&gt;"xD"&lt;br /&gt;"xD"&lt;br /&gt;"I imagine that to be something Chris would say."&lt;br /&gt;"But more like -- "&lt;br /&gt;"WFT MY CLOTHS R DIING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discussion on trying to make it through the cave that links Felwood to Winterspring at too low of a level to attempt it properly. (Jade, Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Me, Jade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" .. Stealth?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;"xD"&lt;br /&gt;"xD I thought you actually meant mountain."&lt;br /&gt;"Stealth+Vanish+ Blind+Evasion+Sprint"&lt;br /&gt;"My combo -- Strip Naked+Defensive Stance+Blood Rage+Retaliation+Die+Die+Die."&lt;br /&gt;"xD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jade and I miscellaneously bashing Christian. =P (Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Jade, Me, Jade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can still sell it for 15 silver to a vendor!! xD"&lt;br /&gt;"Ooohh."&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be /rich/, man!"&lt;br /&gt;"And you could buy it back for 1g 69 silver."&lt;br /&gt;"xD"&lt;br /&gt;"xD Now /that/ sounds like something Christian would do and say, 'That was an /awesome/ deal!'"&lt;br /&gt;"xD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden getting pissed off that I'm not co-operating with him in the Wetlands (and offering pretty whack advice). =P (Me, Jade, Jade, Me, Me, Jade, Jade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"xD I wish /I/ had a mount."&lt;br /&gt;"I miss mine. &gt;&lt;;"&lt;br /&gt;"And I never even named it."&lt;br /&gt;"xDD" "Call it Sparky."&lt;br /&gt;" .."&lt;br /&gt;"I hate you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a much lower level, Jade and I heading through Rageclaw's Den to finish a quest of mine ... an interesting conversation arises. (Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Me, Jade.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you /always/ get to loot Rageclaw?!? xD"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm black. xD"&lt;br /&gt;"But I am, too! &gt;&gt;;"&lt;br /&gt;"On the inside, maybe."&lt;br /&gt;"And the outside, I just dyed it."&lt;br /&gt;"It's because this character has boobies. o_O;;"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't argue with that."&lt;br /&gt;"xD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rendition of "Give Me A Name to Name My Gnome!". (Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Me, Jade, Me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smallspark!! xD"&lt;br /&gt;" ... "&lt;br /&gt;"Sparkresister!"&lt;br /&gt;" ... "&lt;br /&gt;"Thermaspark!"&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll kill you tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"Sparky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can go &lt;a href="http://i4.tinypic.com/15ml8a0.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see a small sample of what role-playing in the Caverns of Time was like. But, no, Blizzard -- you won't be able to figure out who we are so, no, you won't be able to bust us. I censored the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the funniest quote from Gaia in Kaiyan Akurian's profile --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: you know samantha is sexy &gt;_&gt; ... Admit it&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Good sir. Dare I ask, what the f*** are you smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Well, I'm tired, finished, and ... well, tired. =P Peace out, peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-115122110608254536?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/115122110608254536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=115122110608254536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115122110608254536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/115122110608254536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-matinee-price.html' title='... For the Matinee Price!!'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114974992485227564</id><published>2006-06-07T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:29.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Mention I Have a Semi-Retarded Brother?</title><content type='html'>Of course I don't. But, hey -- that attracted you here, no? Alrighty. First off ... for my birthday I basically got a nice Bass Guitar &amp; Amplifier, along with an &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000B43OY4/qid=1149749669/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-3820858-1531140?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;v=glance&amp;n=468642"&gt;XBOX 360&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/hitman4/index.html"&gt;Hitman - Blood Money&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/driving/burnoutrevenge/index.html?q=Burnout%20Revenge"&gt;Burnout - Revenge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/perfectdarkzero/index.html?q=Perfect%20Dark%20Zero"&gt;Perfect Dark Zero&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox360/action/fullauto/index.html?q=Full%20Auto"&gt;Full Auto&lt;/a&gt;. I probably posted half of that before but, y'know, I thought it would be cool to post it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ... now for something completely unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jl1J1i_r8-k"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jl1J1i_r8-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well ... Stewie's Sexy Party I found (at least on my part) to be f*cking hilarious (at least to those of you who watch Family Guy ... but, seriously -- ... who doesn't? xD) ... if you have an XBOX 360 and actually bother to read this, then look me up on XBOX Live ... the name's 'Shadow191'. I'm in the Underground zone with almost 400 for my Gamerscore (I believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy long walks on the beach. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, boy-oh-boy, I'd really appreciate any kind words or tips anybody could offer me on my upcoming video game that I'm working on ... and, hell, I may even open up a mailbag that I'll answer on here if enough people email me over it. I love to hear from people. If it's just a friendly 'hello', I'll send one right back ever-so-politely. If it's a question, I'll post it here. If it's well versed hate mail, I'll simply trash it. If it's not well versed, I'll post it up here for everyone to laugh at you over. So if I were you, I'd be careful what you wish for, because-- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (but it's only June!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A.K.A. glennlego@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114974992485227564?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114974992485227564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114974992485227564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114974992485227564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114974992485227564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-i-mention-i-have-semi-retarded.html' title='Did I Mention I Have a Semi-Retarded Brother?'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114940525350415711</id><published>2006-06-03T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:29.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;R - Rants and Rants -- Edition 2</title><content type='html'>Alright. Bottomline? I'm not prejudice. And I'm sick and tired of people saying I'm prejudice against black people. Common lines when a conversation goes bad? "Man, your ancestors were my ancestors' slaveholders!" And how would you f*cking know that? Did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rent a time machine and go back in time to watch a past version of me whip your ancestors across the back? I didn't think so. All I ask is you know what you're talking about before you start blabbing sh*t that you honestly have no clue whatsover about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three different kinds of white folk back in the day. The slaveholders of the South, the slaveholders of the North, and the anti-slavery activists. How do know my family was for slavery? Mine could've been one of the people standing around in protest against it. Hell, my family's from Ohio (unfortunately ... I don't really like the place, personally) and during that period of time ... you guessed it, Ohio was with the Northern states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole discrimination thing where people believe my ancestors before, even then, were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!? Just because I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't make instantly make me a f*cking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazi, or even f*cking German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. People who make the assumptions that I encourage racism, prejudice, and hatred couldn't be more wrong. I'm open-minded, and am equally for every race being treated the same. I don't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be associated with Nazis, and never said so. If I speak German to somebody and they reply back with, "Quit with the Nazi-speak!" me and my friends around me instantly have the assumption that they're ignorant and (possibly) retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you contradict me and say "But, Reaper! I thought you said people who use 'retarded' in an insulting way are-- ..." But I'm not saying it in an insulting way. I don't say things that aren't true. If I believe they're retarded and so do my friends? That doesn't mean they belong in a Special Education class, it just means that they could've been dropped on their head as child or never been diagnosed with some sort of mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114940525350415711?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114940525350415711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114940525350415711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114940525350415711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114940525350415711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/06/rr-rants-and-rants-edition-2.html' title='R&amp;R - Rants and Rants -- Edition 2'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114932486009106319</id><published>2006-06-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:28.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;R - Rants and Rants -- Edition 1</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the first session of R&amp;R that I will attempt to incorporate in future posts ... this one will consist of my interpretation of the Catholic Church via The Da Vinci Code and Gay Pride. I'm not gay myself, but I have some friends who are, and I don't like the discrimination that modern day society is putting them through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. Da Vinci. The Da Vinci Code, to be exact. Obviously, the movie is fiction. But most of the stuff is true / highly believable, despite what any of my Catholic friends say (Quote -- "It's pure blasphemy!"). Obviously the only reason they would be sticking up so strongly for their religion instead of letting the movie pass off as fiction is because some of the facts within the movie could possibly threaten to destroy the foundation of their churches and (*gasp*) even their entire religion? The world may never know, for Catholicism will continue on and Da Vinci box office tickets will continue to be sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, do believe that most of the movie is highly factual / loosely factual, based on the point of the story. Obviously Langdon and Neveu are not real life characters. Neither is Fache or the rest of the Interpol. But most of the story (Holy Grail being Mary Magdalene's womb ... Opus Dei ... the Priory of Sion ... et cetera) seems to make high sense. Hell, wouldn't you get pissed if your saviour (Jesus Christ) was beginning to have a different view, claiming that your immortal being of high holiness was being lowered to a mortal status, and even possibly carrying a bloodline? Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a point of view. Stop trying to tell everyone the movie is fiction. People have brains so they can make up their minds for themselves. I'm sorry to be so blunt, but I've had enough religious bullsh*t to last me eternity. I honestly have nothing against any religion ... no matter Catholicism, Buddhism, Hinduism, even Paganism (witchcraft) ... I believe all are perfectly acceptable views. So stop trying to push your views (hence "convert") everyone else to your religion. If they happen to find ... let's say for the sake of argument, Buddhism a better religion than Christianity? That's perfectly fine. Stop criticizing them over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to the so-called 'gay pride'. I happen to know a guy who is my mother's friend (or, for lack of a better term, 'co-worker') who is, lo-and-behold, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Is that a crime? No. And it pisses me off everytime somebody uses the term offensively. It doesn't offend me directly (seeing as how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am not gay) but offends me to the point that I think of him and it makes me want to strangle the person who said it. Wouldn't it make you want to hit the person if they were calling one of your friends retarded (in an offensive manner) and your friend was actually in Special Education? Boy, wouldn't you want to intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most of the time, people stand idly by. They do nothing. All it takes for evil to occur is for good people to do absolutely nothing. (Thank you, Mrs. Rowley.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a good guy. So what he believes in Paganism? He sure as hell knows what incense to burn, what Bast statues to place where and why, and different 'potions' (though, I'm not going there) to brew to ward off certain illnesses / bad happenings. That makes him interesting. That's what makes all of us-- ... well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hell, I'm not a scientist and can't figure out whether you just develop a taste for the same sex or whether it's a chemical imbalance from birth. But is it wrong? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some religions seem to think so, though. And I believe that, as well, is utter bullsh*t. People can do as they choose as long as they don't harm me, my friends, or my family. They should be able to pursue their own happiness, right? And if they can't, what has America --- and even the world --- come to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114932486009106319?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114932486009106319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114932486009106319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114932486009106319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114932486009106319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/06/rr-rants-and-rants-edition-1.html' title='R&amp;R - Rants and Rants -- Edition 1'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114913502560302182</id><published>2006-05-31T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:21.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedications to a New Year and a New Life</title><content type='html'>'Ehya, again, everyone. Yes, school graduation is finally tomorrow ... and my birthday's the day after that. How awesome, eh? I'm gonna be wearing a black suit jacket ... a white dress shirt ... black dress pants ... black dress shoes ... a red striped tie ... newly-fixed glasses ... and a clean &amp; cut ... well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (shocking to those of you who actually know me) ... yeah, this graduation's gonna be kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw Jade post his dedications up on his Gaia journal yesterday, so it made me feel laggy and left-behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jaeden Braselton&lt;/span&gt; -- Yeah, man ... it's a been a rough &amp; wild (though I can't say it hasn't been fun) ride all the way up the past 3 years. I remember the first few days we had just become friends that your hair was very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; long (ponytail to be exact) and, looking at it now, it could not really be much shorter unless you completely shaved your head. We've gone through some major changes, good and bad I suppose ...  and you're definitely one of the best friends a guy could have-- ... but we'll get to continue our friendship next year, so what's with the long goodbyes, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes -- "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but you'll always be f*cking retarded."&lt;br /&gt;                    "What did I do? Why is it always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predicted Quote of the Future -- "No, I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; murder and mutilate the hooker in my trunk, honest! ... how long will I be put away with this? At least let me keep my rap book! ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You're taking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, too? Damn it! ... that's not evidence! ... -- no, that blood's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christian Thomas&lt;/span&gt; -- Mm ... only two years I've had to put up with you and your retarded antics, but, to tell you the truth, I've enjoyed every second of it. xD Even if I insulted you, even if we've pissed each other off beyond compare, I believe we've only done it because when you stop acting retarded things get boring ... and we don't know what each other's limits are, so we push it. It's always an accident, and we talk it out like big boys by the end, but you're also one of the best friends a guy could have. -nods- =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes -- "I completely owned a guy on XBOX Live for yelling 'n***er'.&lt;br /&gt;                     "Nice comeback, now wipe it off your chin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predicted Quote of the Future -- "Wait, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I think I'm gonna be sick ... especially after all the things we ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zheqi 'Larry' Tan&lt;/span&gt; - You've been a great friend I've had for a whopping 4 years. Yikes, that's been awhile. And, as expected, you've become successful just as predicted. Congratulations to your future endeavors, Larry. Sometime in the future you'll probably be able to get me a wonderful job somewhere if my plans don't turn out the way I'm hoping. So we'd better stay in touch ... and, no, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to use you ... ... ... I think ... ... ... -ninja- xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes -- "You're teh suxx0rz."&lt;br /&gt;                     "For the win!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predicted Quote of the Future -- "-- ... and there you have it -- the cure for cancer. Any questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Aranya Lutz &lt;/span&gt;- Yes, yes ... cannot forget you ... although I'm not really leaving you and rather joining you once again ... oh, boy ... well, this is an awkward moment ... I don't really have anything to quote you because of the long absense in talking to each other ... and nothing from 3 years ago doesn't apply anymore. Well, I s'pose this was pointless. Sorry! ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've suddenly grown lazy and may add some more later on. 'Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114913502560302182?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114913502560302182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114913502560302182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114913502560302182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114913502560302182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/05/dedications-to-new-year-and-new-life.html' title='Dedications to a New Year and a New Life'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114875841089586714</id><published>2006-05-27T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:21.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*thwak* It Wasn't Me!!</title><content type='html'>Kelly: God, he looks almost like my brother ... and it makes sense, because he can't keep a girlfriend for more than a day.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Hey, Glenn. 'Sounds exactly like you.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: I dunno, Sam, you tell me -- how many girlfriends have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: -runs over to hit me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hard-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how most of the day went. Most of it. At least afterschool yesterday I was able to run over to EB and pick up &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/ps2/action/hitman2silentassassin/index.html?q=hitman"&gt;Hitman 2: Silent Assassin for the PS2&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox/action/hitman3contracts/index.html?q=hitman"&gt;Hitman: Contracts for the XBOX&lt;/a&gt;, along with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000E0OE3K/103-0955891-4086207?v=glance&amp;n=130"&gt;Robot Chicken: Season 1&lt;/a&gt;, the DVD Box Set from Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. And they all pretty much kick total ass so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/hitmancodename47/index.html?q=hitman"&gt;Hitman: Codename 47 for the PC&lt;/a&gt; and I think that GameSpot should cut it a lil' slack -- that was awhile back, so the game wasn't quite up to par with modern day versions. The game had a very good premise and very good gameplay ... there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a few occasional glitches, but later patches ... well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (no pun intended) up the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot Chicken, on the other hand, rocks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The show is awesome and can be seen on Cartoon Network's (channel 54, for me) [adult swim] block of programming later on into the night. Fated Souls, my Gaia role-play, is still moving along quite nicely ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... aside from the odd fact that for my poll there only 7 cast members (including myself) ... but there are 8 votes. O.O;; Obviously, some people are poll whores &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the poll doesn't pertain to them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ech, I'm back off to level more warrior in WoW to 18-and-beyond and play the next to levels Contracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114875841089586714?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114875841089586714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114875841089586714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114875841089586714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114875841089586714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/05/thwak-it-wasnt-me.html' title='*thwak* It Wasn&apos;t Me!!'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114810450127164933</id><published>2006-05-19T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:20.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian's Albino Babies ...</title><content type='html'>Alright, I have a large rant for everyone right now. Christian, Larry -- feel free to use my facts against your parents if it helps you get even one step closer to Marina before it's too late to register. Christian, you ask me why I don't switch to Marina? Simple. In comparison, Seaside sucks compared to Marina. Look at it this way -- you have the International Bachelorean Program coming up that will make the school globally (note -- not locally, like Seaside) recognized, and we will be representatives of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; school around the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The first day Livermore has told us of a 'huge celebration'. Dunno what that's about, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people won't be there to see it, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IB-Program is wonderful in itself, seeing as how that looks wonderful for colleges. Now I have to address Christian: you said that you prefer Seaside over Marina because of the sports? If you can't wait a damn year to go to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; educationally focused school and get the surveys in to join back onto a sports team that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get to help create, then I dunno what the point would be. And, Larry, I'm assuming your problem is over the advanced Math that you're taking.  At Marina, you could probably take Pre-Calculus at MPC over the summer and Calculus during the school year back at MPC all over again during the school year, scrapping your Math period for PE. You'll get to keep music, have all your regular classes, and still be taking an activity outside of school (what you'd have to do for PE if you aren't taking it zero-period or seventh-period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Christian, you claim you're being forced to go to Seaside, but you'd go to Marina if you could. Doesn't seem like it when you run around the school yelling, 'SEA-SIDE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, guys. Get your act together. This is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been waiting for over the past 7 years. And now that's here you're just gonna let it slip through? New technology, wonderful education-- ... we'd be pioneers, yet you refuse to do some convincing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... I'm all outta steam. I'll post some actual relevant stuff later that applies to people who actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114810450127164933?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114810450127164933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114810450127164933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114810450127164933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114810450127164933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/05/christians-albino-babies.html' title='Christian&apos;s Albino Babies ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114750565966149669</id><published>2006-05-13T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:19.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Men Wish Death Upon Me ...</title><content type='html'>Today was funny, stupid, fun again, and then touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wright (our music teacher) made a kid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; second period today. I know, it doesn't sound like a funny thing. But the timing and context? You'd've had to've been there to've understood it. Anywho, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr. Wright:&lt;/span&gt; -tosses baton at stand- -yelling- Gabriel? Do you want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the concert? -gets up and walks over to him- -uses his pen from his pocket to tap Gabriel's bow- UP BOW! NOT DOWN BOW! -pockets pen and walks back to his chair-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Gabriel:&lt;/span&gt; Don't touch my bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr. Wright:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I wouldn't have to if you're doing what you're supposed to. -exasperated breath- Measure 68. One, two ... -sighs- -yells again- ... GABRIEL! GET YOUR ELBOW OFF YOUR KNEE, BONEHEAD! ... AND GET YOUR FEET ON THE GROUND, DON'T HAVE THEM ON YOUR CHAIR-- ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Gabriel:&lt;/span&gt; -on verge of tears- F*ck this, I quit. -begins to put violin in case-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr. Wright:&lt;/span&gt; Fine. -taps baton on stand as if nothing happened- Alright, Measure 68. One, two, three &amp; ...&lt;br /&gt;-plays as Gabriel leaves the room and walks up to the office-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Alright. And then the stupid. I was in line and our idiotic counseler, Mr. Cortez, randomly pulled some people out of the lunchline to send to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; -standing there-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jade:&lt;/span&gt; -in front of me- -Zack bumps into him- Dude, what're you doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Zack:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry ... -scoots back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cortez:&lt;/span&gt; -walks over- Alright. I've had enough. From you ... -points to Jaeden- ... to you ... -points to Christian, right behind me- ... I'm giving you 5 minutes to get to the back of the line. I don't want to hear excuses. Just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we left alright. After cursing him out as we passed him. &gt;&gt;; The fun portion was that I got to skip PE again for Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo-rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the touching moment was that afterschool I stopped back by Ione Olson, my old Elementary School to meet my old 1st grade teacher whose name (ironically) is Mrs. Glenn. We chatted it up for awhile, blah-blah-blah, nothin' you're interested in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and-- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ---disconnection--- ... xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114750565966149669?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114750565966149669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114750565966149669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114750565966149669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114750565966149669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/05/many-men-wish-death-upon-me.html' title='Many Men Wish Death Upon Me ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114722425866851829</id><published>2006-05-09T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:19.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAPS -- That's About [As] Pointless As ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "I was getting so f*cking pissed off at Whitson today during PE. She forgot to put my name on her list for any court of basketball, so she wanted me to fill in for any absent person she could find. There were 4 half-courts and 2 full-courts. I got assigned to a, you guessed it; half-court, with 3 other 7th/6th graders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry: &lt;/span&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Steven, the Special Ed. 7th grader, Brian, the sixth grader, and Isiah, some new kid who's in some grade. -waves hand- I dunno-- ... it's not important, anyways ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry: &lt;/span&gt;"Okayyy ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Anyway ... alright, so everytime I would score a basket? Her head was turned. Everytime she looked my way I was standing idly at the side, waiting for the ball. The other 3/4 of the time, the three of them had the ball and were standing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the basketball pole talking about some sh*t that wasn't relevant at all. I watched her as she marked our 'F's for the day on her clipboard. Everytime she did look and I had the ball? I missed the shot ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "But you were still dressed out! And participating!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;"I know, but missing 200 shots during the 45 minute period doesn't leave much of an impression ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "True."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "... --so, ... I ended up having the ball at the end and passed her to put it in the gym cart, right? As I walk by, she calls my name. I almost wince, turning around to her. Then she comes out with, 'Next time I'll look at placing you in a more productive team. By the looks of it, it seems that you would've done something had you had the opportunity to work with a functional team.' I nodded with a smile, put the ball in the basket, and ran off to the locker room to change, again. -- ... but in the end, it was all good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "-shocked- What the hell? That was absolutely freakin' pointless. If it's 'all good' by the end, what was the point in telling me all of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "-laughing- I dunno ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "Look, ... that's about the same as you telling me that you were walking along and you got arrested for something you didn't do. The cops throw you in jail, but 10 hours later they come to your cell, unlock your door and tell you your crime was that you stole a balloon. But it was a mistake on their part because they forgot today was 'National Free Balloon Day' ... 'so it was all good in the end' ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "-still laughing- ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Timmy:&lt;/span&gt; "Can I get $2 from either of you guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Do you have a 5, Larry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "-gets out wallet- I'll give you 5 ones and you can give me the five so you can give two of the ones to Timmy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Timmy:&lt;/span&gt; "What the f*ck? Why don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just give the money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Because then I won't be the one to give you money; it'll be Larry who's losing out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... shortly after the transaction, whilst Larry and I wait outside Jack in the Box for Timmy to return ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "So why are we waiting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "I dunno ... it's not like he's magically gonna pay me back right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;"How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; "Look, he went in with my money. Where is he gonna get the money to pay me back right now? He's not ... well, it's not like he's going to summon some magical rainbow and run along it to the end where he'll find a pot of gold, A.K.A. his 'bank account', within the time period he runs inside and back out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "True, true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and, also ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in San Filippo's class-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt; "Alright ... -enthusiastic, hearing the office called for him- ..."&lt;br /&gt;-heads for the door, San Filippo's back turned to him-&lt;br /&gt;-blows a kiss to the class, waves, ducks out, ducks back in, and flips off San Filippo, jogging out the door-&lt;br /&gt;-class starts to laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;San Filippo:&lt;/span&gt; -wheels around- What's so funny? -serious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in other news ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's the link to &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/31652030/"&gt;Shadow's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/30817109/"&gt;Maine's&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/33036162/"&gt;Kaiser's&lt;/a&gt; profiles to our role-play, &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=12604172&amp;page=1"&gt;Fated Souls&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;. Check them out, and make sure to thank Maricia for them. ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be uploading a video of me getting stuck and lagging on a Wind Rider (Horde) on WoW to YouTube sometime soon. Be on the lookout. I'll post it here as soon as. xDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114722425866851829?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114722425866851829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114722425866851829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114722425866851829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114722425866851829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/05/taps-thats-about-as-pointless-as.html' title='TAPS -- That&apos;s About [As] Pointless As ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114669637678368664</id><published>2006-05-03T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:18.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YCS - You Can't Spell</title><content type='html'>Me: Wonderful. Now I have to explain to her why you were acting like a jackass on her comment page!&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Why would you tell her I'm a jackass? I was just ... slow!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright. Dumbass then. We'll combine what we both said: 'slow' is dumb, and 'ass' is ass.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: C'mon ... I don't want to get into an on-line argument.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, it wouldn't be much of an argument. You'd say something and I'd say something to completely own you. You can't beat that.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *pft* I'm not offended by that. You probably can't spell it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD I found that funny afterschool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-thoo-la-hoo! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114669637678368664?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114669637678368664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114669637678368664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114669637678368664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114669637678368664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/05/ycs-you-cant-spell.html' title='YCS - You Can&apos;t Spell'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114550213669481218</id><published>2006-04-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:18.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You Wanted To Know About Chuck Norris ...</title><content type='html'>I have more than these, and a lot more to say, but for now, heed these wise words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chuck Norris doesn't go hunting, he goes killing. Hunting leaves a chance of survival."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and, the ever-popular ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chuck Norris doesn't consider it sex if the woman is still alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;including ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Chuck Norris doesn't breathe; he orders the air in and out, and it complies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong, I know, but I fear it's true. Or so the General chat in WoW says so. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and they wouldn't lie, would they? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: While you're at it, check out the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105402/"&gt;Sidekicks&lt;/a&gt;" because ... you guessed it ... it's a Chuck Norris movie! -gasp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114550213669481218?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114550213669481218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114550213669481218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114550213669481218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114550213669481218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/04/everything-you-wanted-to-know-about.html' title='Everything You Wanted To Know About Chuck Norris ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114516882805757779</id><published>2006-04-15T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:18.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I Have Another Round of FUBAR With A Side of Pissed Off ... ?</title><content type='html'>... oh? You're all out of that drink? Well then mix me up a Cyclone, 'cause I'm not leaving 'til I get wasted out of my mind and explain my entire story. You don't want to hear it, eh? Too bad. Don't care. Get over it. You don't want to read it? Simple. Press the 'back' button. It doesn't take a rocket scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, right now I have no tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of myself and all of the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for one? Our music teacher decided to completely drop a piece of sheet music I brought in, along with the song, which happened to be 1:40 into the &lt;a href="http://rampancy.net/sheetmusic/halo/tandrsuite"&gt;Truth and Reconciliation Suite&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, that's from &lt;a href="http://www.macsoftgames.com/products/halo/MacSoft-Halo.html"&gt;Halo: Combat Evolved&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox/action/halo2/index.html"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/a&gt;. Why'd he drop it? He 'claims' we wouldn't enough time. But wouldn't that little snippet completely blow away a middle-school "advanced" orchestra audience? You're damn right it would. But does he care? Nope. He replaces it with another boring two pages from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120737/"&gt;The Lord Of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/a&gt;. Why would he even do such a thing when he realizes that over half of the class would actually prefer Halo over it anyways? Either the FBI's gotten to him or he's completely lost it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and secondly? Now, get this; this is the reason I am absolutely pissed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at myself over. I have lied to somebody I've 'loved' for the past f*cking year. About some major stuff. And now I am tripping over myself ending it. So I do. So I am. But, no matter what, it still makes me the most f*cked up person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't worry. I'll be fine. The thought of taking one's own life over some physical / mental matter? That's the easy way out and it's pointless. I'm not suicidal. Or homicidal for that matter. Well, there's the fact about the axe-murderers out in Nevada but, ... er ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so, how about some stuff you can actually relate to, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These are some &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1990145653298392267&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;really creative Japanese college students&lt;/a&gt;. And it's awesome. I wonder if Larry'll ever get around to doing something like that ... =P ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And a few PSP commercials: the &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5797108766137110904&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4656944417812449389&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt; squirrel ones, the &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1908106437624866267&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;rat-and-cheese&lt;/a&gt; one, and the &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7827891928347998474&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9013411896867889741&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt; dustball ones. And what got me started on these, you ask? Simply the &lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=192"&gt;latest VG Cats comic&lt;/a&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sound clip from 'A Few Good Men' remade as a machinima to the Half-Life 2 engine, entitled '&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1153050993840275715&amp;q=world+of+warcraft&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;A Few Good G-Men&lt;/a&gt;'. Take a look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116367/"&gt;From Dusk Till Dawn&lt;/a&gt;' is a kickass movie. =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't care whether you don't like the music or don't like the animation, but I think &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5503582578132361295&amp;q=PSP%2Bcommercial&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is pretty f*cking awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hopefully that'll tie you over 'til next time, 'cause I'm tired and gonna go back onto Stormscale (WoW) and continue playing my character. 'Til next post, peace out. -nods, backing away and out the door-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... wait, ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; door? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114516882805757779?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114516882805757779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114516882805757779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114516882805757779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114516882805757779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/04/could-i-have-another-round-of-fubar.html' title='Could I Have Another Round of FUBAR With A Side of Pissed Off ... ?'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114446119499320618</id><published>2006-04-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:17.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange October[c], Sponsored by GaiaJournals</title><content type='html'>First, a quote from one of Jade's journals, for the hell of it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; one**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; , again**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; I really need to start thinking before I speak. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; .. When do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; *pft* A lot more often than you and Chris do, running your mouths and sh*t. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ... Not thinking is thinking more than Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD I didn't say you were on the same level as him, just less then, well ... people who think about what they say before they say it. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Well, it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Like that time I convinced the US to go to war with Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes yes, that's a good argument. But remember, anyone who doesn't want to go to war.. is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then, there's the current AIM conversation ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;think&gt; she's trying to hit on me, but it's really not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Because you're stone-cold Jaeden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; The toughest badass around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I just got a phone call about abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Are you not telling me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I hate children, so why would I have one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Sh*t, that supports the abortion theory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Or the 't'-element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Er ... 'r'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Isis needs to log in and bail me out of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; This is just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I don't like talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; playing in the f*cking rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Back so soon..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say 'maybe' and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I swear to god, your ass is Glenn's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ^ ^; So how was practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackass ... &gt;&gt;; ... anyways ... on another note. Look at me straight and tell me you don't find &lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/lytishred/csi.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; freaky. 0.0; Hah, and then there's a &lt;a href="http://www.7pandas.com/"&gt;pretty-recent World of Warcraft video&lt;/a&gt;, two versions; condensed and full, about a Tauren who kites trolls to Goldshire, who leads them to Stormwind, and nobody can kill them, so the GM has to reset the creatures, eerily reminescent of &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-982380251124231965&amp;q=lord+kazzak&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;the Lord Kazzak fiasco&lt;/a&gt;, right? Yeah, and who knew most of the people in WoW think the &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7997646050642417046&amp;q=world+of+warcraft&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;internet is for porn&lt;/a&gt;? xD &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8007931371643343044&amp;q=world+of+warcraft&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;Blood Elves are lookin' pretty powerful&lt;/a&gt;, indeed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and, to end on an unrelated note ... I cast ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7437947780685173248&amp;q=frost+shock&amp;amp;pl=true"&gt;FROST SHOCK&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/think&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114446119499320618?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114446119499320618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114446119499320618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114446119499320618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114446119499320618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/04/orange-octoberc-sponsored-by.html' title='Orange October[c], Sponsored by GaiaJournals'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114412462710442788</id><published>2006-04-03T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:17.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; DUMBASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; I am going to laugh at you tomorrow so freaking harrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I can laugh at you too, just because I think you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; I am going to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You should be embaressed how gay you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; you think all you want too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I won't think it, I'll know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; See, i still dont care, i told you i am not gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; You can deny all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; Deny what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; i am not gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; You're in denial, as I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; If you want me to be gay to suit your own needs, your a pervert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; if you want to think i am gay go ahead, its discusting that your jaking off to a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; It's spelt 'you're'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; And it's spelt 'jacking'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; Thats why your changing the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And you should capitalize the 'I'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Heck, you're the one who wants me to jack off to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; um no, your the one calling me gay when you know i am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Actually, I'm pretty sure you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; just because  you dont feel satisfyed with yourself doesnt meen you need to put down other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; and plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; It takes one to know one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I shouldn't feel satisfied with myself, I can always be better than I am now, but still, knowing I'm better than you makes my day complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; So you're admitting you're gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; No, but you're putting yourself in that position where you're getting defensive of your sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sector7Area51:&lt;/span&gt; wtf did you just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I use big words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; And he logs, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Right, well, I'm logging for now. Be back at 9 maybe? Call if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz signed off at 8:01:16 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Good times, good times. Yeah, read it. Love it. Enjoy it. Savor it. And leave me the f*ck alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114412462710442788?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114412462710442788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114412462710442788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114412462710442788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114412462710442788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html' title='April Showers Bring May Flowers ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114231928156930489</id><published>2006-03-13T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:17.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Matter What I Name It? You'll Just Read It Anyways ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: In my opinion? You were acting like a d***. You were acting like a know-it-all and dragging everyone else down. I don't know if you had anything to do with Clover's temporary absence or not, so I'm not in the know to comment about it. Otherwise? Yeah, you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: I come across as a d***, but one that will assist. If I let you guys you would abuse me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to [Ministabber]: Look. I'm sorry; you've obviously already been abused by whatever-in-the-hell you've been a part of in the past, but we're not like that. No need to get defensive on us and try to act above us just to /not get hurt/. It doesn't come across that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: Ahh... so I hurt your feelings, well that was totally my bad. I am used to dealing with a aharsher crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber whispers]: that was totally my bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: xD You didn't necessarily hurt /my/ feelings, and we're not completely soft, it's just you came across more menacing that friendly, and we didn't appreciate that. I don't know about your view over wanting back in or not, but explain it to Naz and he /might/ give you a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: Don't want one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: I joined to assist you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: -nods- Alrighty. And you still could, but you didn't seem to be assisting, just ... demanding. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: No other reason, You find that I am a bit on the hash side which may be to much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: what have I demanded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: xD You /were/ on the harsh side. You even said yourself you didn't /want/ to come across as a d***. It was just that you're used to dealing with a harsher crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: Ok... Demanding and harsh are two different subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: Well, not technicall;y DEMANDING, as in literal, but more as the obsessive-compulsive, laeast I say, as I've said before, "above others"-sort-of-sense, but, yet again, tires into the "harsher crowd" setup you're used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: Mini, I never compared the two. &gt;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: No no, worry not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: o.o? -tilts head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: Not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: Well, good luck to future endeavors, I ... guess ... ? -waves-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: just send me a tell if you ever need to talk to anybody sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To [Ministabber]: xD Alrighty. -nods- So ... peace out. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Ministabber] whispers: Never peace!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Yeah, that was the latest thing on WoW that's /ever/ been close to a fight, recently. On another note, I also added a rough draft of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://rapidshare.de/files/15457319/gwvswow.wmv.html"&gt;GW vs. WoW faceoff video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;, which I think Larry will want to check out with more than a burning passion. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; And, for all of my friends, I have added a description for each of us, in case we were ever cartoonized, cel shaded, animated, or whatever. It seemed great at the time being. &gt;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Larry: Unknown, know-it-all jackass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Christian: Continuously lost, assassin, and a lunatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reaper: Charming, smooth-talking, and a deep sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jess: A neko, hopeless romantic [in a sense, right? xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Charlie: ... umm ... whatever the f*ck describes you, I haven't figured out yet ... -shivers- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Jaeden: Psychotic, wall-jumping, pyrotechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Anyways, yet again, Christian, Michael, and I all went to the movie theatre Friday night to the 10:25 showing of "The Hills Have Eyes". A little gorey for my tastes, I guess, but it was still pretty cool. ^-^ Funniest part was the talking between us before the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   -white, blank, parchment-looking ad comes onto the screen-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   -Michael pushes his elbow against my armrest; I push back-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Michael: Dude, I need to think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: No, you don't! This is a movie, not a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christian: -laughs idiotically on the other side of me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: -smirks, and continues to fuel the fire- The only reason you'd need to think is if there was a book down there, on a pedestal, in front-center of the room ... and we'd need a narrator to read it, because we can't see it ... and THEN you'd have to imagine the pictures ... -turns to Christian- ... that's what they should call it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christian: ... what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: ... a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; theatre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-insane laughter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Um, I know I had more, I've just gotta think of it ... umm ... ummmmm ... oh, and, back to World of Warcraft, by killing a random raptor in Arathi Highlands, I got a rare gun drop, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.thottbot.com/?i=7795"&gt;Ironweaver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and added a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.thottbot.com/?i=11169"&gt;Deadly Scope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; to it. When I turn 40, I can get the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.thottbot.com/?i=5253"&gt;Sniper Scope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; AND my Sabertooth mount ... w00t ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   xDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Well, I'm tired. I dunno what I'm gonna do now, but if I find something else funny, I'll edit this post. 'Til then, peace out. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;EDIT #1: A talk between Christian and I on Gaia that I just had to add for the hell of it --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ragnoroth (Christian) : oh ok and From gaia admins: if somebody by the name "dvorak@yahoo.com" adds you dont accept it.Its a virus.Tell everyone on ur bulletin because if somebody on ur list adds them then you get the virus too.Tell everyone on your list not to open anything from angell11, tewwtuler, and sassyb!tch.Its a hard drive killer a very horrible virus.If you dont pass this letter to everyone on your buddy list,we will delete your account.We need to find out who is really behind this. hurry and tell icon_sweatdrop.gif people icon_sweatdrop.gif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Raftacon (Me) : Christian ... you are a stupid f*ck. One, why did you get this and I didn't? &gt;&gt;; Two, the "delete your whole account thing if you don't spread this to your buddy list" is a dead giveaway of a chain letter. And, three, nobody with an @anything.anything can even create an accouht. There can't be any fancy symbols. And, four, c'mon, now, Christian! A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;?!? How in the royal f*ck can a virus be transferred to your computer by Gaia? ... c'mon, Chris; get with the program. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ragnoroth : sorry if im to safe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Raftacon : Christian, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; being safe ... that's being a ... being a stupid f*ck. &gt;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ragnoroth : lets drop the subject...&gt;.&gt;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Raftacon : That's your solution to EVERYTHING that /you/ don't start, isn't it? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ragnoroth : well its better than rambling on about somthing pointless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Raftacon : You just completely contradicted yourself. -_-;; You just admitted that it IS okay to close out of my arguments, not yours. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... wait for it ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM!!!!!!!!                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114231928156930489?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114231928156930489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114231928156930489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114231928156930489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114231928156930489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/03/does-it-matter-what-i-name-it-youll.html' title='Does It Matter What I Name It? You&apos;ll Just Read It Anyways ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114107550774974623</id><published>2006-02-27T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:17.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicational Dues</title><content type='html'>Alright, today I was feeling under the weather, so I didn't head off to school. I went to my refrigerator for something to eat for breakfast, and I was running low on food. A few of the only things I had left included a box of Strawberry and Cream Cheese toaster strudels. So, I heated them up, and then got &lt;a href="http://i2.tinypic.com/oqlx95.jpg"&gt;creative with the icing&lt;/a&gt; and dedicated it to you, Jess. ;-) Check it out and tell me what you think of it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114107550774974623?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114107550774974623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114107550774974623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114107550774974623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114107550774974623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedicational-dues.html' title='Dedicational Dues'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-114057322311305452</id><published>2006-02-21T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:16.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Vs. Yellow Recording - A Few Employees = Mayhem!</title><content type='html'>Alright; I had Luke, Christian, Charlie, Larry, Jayme, and myself over to ... well, ... my house to record a new GvY trailer. It went wonderful, for those wondering, and we're almost finishing it up. We cracked jokes about The Rock's uber-bright teeth in "Doom" on DVD. A clip of the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (from couch): Christian, can you turn off the light beside the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: -blank face-&lt;br /&gt;Me: The middle one ... y'know, not the one on the left or the right. And it's a switch, which means you have to flip it the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: -waits-&lt;br /&gt;My Dad: Here, let me help you. -flips switch-&lt;br /&gt;-insane laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to play WoW as my character "Lunati" on the "Scarlet Crusade" server. Send me a private message if you see me on there or on City of Villains, Infinity server, as "Stealthed Death". Make sure to read my character ID bio. It's cool. ;-) 'Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-114057322311305452?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/114057322311305452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=114057322311305452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114057322311305452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/114057322311305452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/02/green-vs-yellow-recording-few.html' title='Green Vs. Yellow Recording - A Few Employees = Mayhem!'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113908899508302482</id><published>2006-02-04T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:16.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Upcoming [Or So They Seem] Games ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.8.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.T.A.L.K.E.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yes, it's another acronym ala &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/fear/index.html?q=fEAR"&gt;F.E.A.R&lt;/a&gt;. ... but, it's okay. This one's cool ... and looks fabulous. Next-gen, and should be coming out soon ... hopefully. It's set a few years in the future where you're a S.T.A.L.K.E.R., an elitist battling against other AI elitists that are heading towards Chernobyl (home of the past nuclear accident) to unravel the mystery having to do with newly found mutant (not to mention radioactive) creatures there. 'Looks pretty cool, I'd have to say myself. You can find out more about it &lt;a href="http://www.stalker-game.com/index_eng.html"&gt;at their site&lt;/a&gt;, check out &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/stalker/media.html?mode=trailers"&gt;the trailers at Gamespot&lt;/a&gt;, and look at a few of my screenshots below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n55x1j.jpg"&gt;Nice, menacing camo'ed person (i.e. you) enjoying the view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n55x1j.jpg"&gt;It's looks so real, it must be magic!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n55yza.jpg"&gt;Hah, look at the ... OH MY GOD, WHAT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that thing?!?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n55yza.jpg"&gt;You aiming at the ... er ... I'd turn around if I were you ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.7.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hellgate: London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   From the actual creators of Diablo 2, this is a 3D RPG that looks really, really beautiful. Next-gen-or-so, obviously. Now, you might read this and think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3D RPG? Isn't the Diablo 2?&lt;/span&gt; No. It isn't. Diablo 2 had 2D characters in a 3D world. &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n566ih.jpg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is fully 3D. It's like a Painkiller RPG but more ... futuristic. It's really cool: trust me. &lt;a href="http://www.hellgatelondon.com/"&gt;Visit their site&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/rpg/hellgatelondon/download_ini.html?sid=6126587&amp;mode=all"&gt;download the trailer&lt;/a&gt; at Gamespot. Oh, and check out the screenshots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n568nr.jpg"&gt;The simple FPS view.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n56935.jpg"&gt;... and the enemy-force concept art.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/teen.5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/teen.5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Teen) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tabula Rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I honestly don't know much about this game, besides that it's supposed to become a kick-ass MMO. I've heard about it for awhile, and the title is Latin for "blank slate". Read more about it at the &lt;a href="http://www.playtr.com/index.html"&gt;developer's website&lt;/a&gt; and check out my screenshots below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n5fmzc.jpg"&gt;Fighting ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n5fngz.jpg"&gt;... and more fighting ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n6s4lg.jpg"&gt;... and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fighting ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Duke Nukem Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We've all eard about DNF for awhile now, haven't we? We've heard the "it's-done-when-it's-done" bit a few times now, we've seen the engine change from &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IFUWA2ND"&gt;the '98 version&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/dukenukemforever/media.html"&gt;2001 E3 showing&lt;/a&gt;, and we've seen more than enough &lt;a href="http://cube.gamespy.com/gamecube/duke-nukem-forever/"&gt;rumors floating around&lt;/a&gt; about it. When will it actually be out? Has it actually been cancelled? I have no damn clue. I've provided enough info: you fill in the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grim Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IFUWA2ND"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113908899508302482?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113908899508302482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113908899508302482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113908899508302482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113908899508302482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool-upcoming-or-so-they-seem-games.html' title='Cool Upcoming [Or So They Seem] Games ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113903939150629896</id><published>2006-02-03T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:16.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game-And-A-Movie Nite ... [Sponsored by Blockbuster](c)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/teen.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/teen.1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Teen) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When A Stranger Calls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the example of a superb movie. The movie was awesome, but my fellow audience sucked. Everytime a cat would come out of the darkness, they would scream their asses off, a guy with a laser pointer in the back kept pointing obscene things on the screen, and even when the movie went black at the end, before the credits, the audience was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; screaming. I swear to god, humans are retards ... and Camilla Belle is hot, so why not go to &lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/MoviePage.aspx?mid=92278&amp;source=otw_title"&gt;Fandango.com&lt;/a&gt; and print those tickets off now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diablo III ... More Than Rumored??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alright, I was searching around certain forums and fell across not only &lt;a href="http://www.blizzard.com/jobopp/bn-lead-game-designer.shtml"&gt;a page that Blizzard officially has up&lt;/a&gt;, enlisting some new staff for what seems to be Diablo 3 and also a &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n4icra.jpg"&gt;rumored box art&lt;/a&gt; floating around the web. And, in addition to that, &lt;a href="http://pc.gamespy.com/pc/diablo-iii/"&gt;GameSpy has a page up&lt;/a&gt; titling Diablo III's release date: 2006. And, on a different note, think for a minute how cool it would be to have a coworker (this actually happened at Blizzard) exchange &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n4id7c.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; with you at a gift exchange along with &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n4id8p.jpg"&gt;this plaque&lt;/a&gt;. And then compare it to the &lt;a href="http://www.battle.net/diablo2exp/items/normal/ugloves.shtml"&gt;actual game stats&lt;/a&gt; for the item (bottom of page). Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Check the above out. I know you'll love it. Peace. I'm off to bed. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113903939150629896?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113903939150629896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113903939150629896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113903939150629896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113903939150629896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/02/game-and-movie-nite-sponsored-by.html' title='Game-And-A-Movie Nite ... [Sponsored by Blockbuster](c)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113892499961991964</id><published>2006-02-02T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:15.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New ESRB-Style News System ...</title><content type='html'>... you heard right. I will [hopefully] feature my life events and news articles by rating now, starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; for articles that are particularly clean in language (can be edits of a later article), followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for those articles that are slightly mature, but not mature enough to be ... well ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. These articles are the dirtiest of the dirtiest, the most explicit of the explicit ... or are on M-rated games ... but, wait ... there's more? Yes, there is even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adults Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly dont' see myself using this rating in the near future, but, hey; who knows? You may as well give it a shot ... alright, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unused Doom 3 Models?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around the other day and came across a bunch of concept art and 3-D sketches for some demons and humans that were going to be used in Doom 3 but were left out, and we either (A) scrapped for Quake 4 (like the medic), (B) added into Doom 3 - Resurrection of Evil (like the floating sea beastie), and, (C) were left out altogether (like the demon with a metal plate over his eyes. Well, have fun viewing them: there's one &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2zxfq.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2zy3b.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2zybd.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/view/?pic=n30j5w"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and finally &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/n30jfc.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/teen.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/teen.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Teen) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Apology To Blizzard ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I have done some pretty bad things in my past. I have hacked / cheated before, but only in singleplayer games ... well, except for Diablo 2 ... and, um ... it was made by Blizzard ... but, uh ... uhm ... that doesn't look good on my record, does it? ^.^;; Anyways, Blizzard, I'm sorry that I got a speedhack, boosted my speed to an epic mount, and although I only did it for a few minutes before deciding that it was too wrong to continue with, I [believe] have received a 72-hour suspension, which is the most serious ... well, aside from having your account banned, I suppose. Anyways, I'm sorry guys, and I promise to ya I won't do anything like this again. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Preview for Black for the PS2 and XBOX&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the new FPS coming out for a current-gen console with next-gen graphics. Realistic physics (although HL2 established that pretty well), it has REALLY good physics. Finally, if I shoot a pillar with a shotgun, guess what happens? You guessed it: the stone chips off. Finally, sweet lord: some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Get the entire preview from &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/xbox/action/black/index.html?q=Black"&gt;Gamespot&lt;/a&gt;. Check the trailer while you're at it ... but, seriously, guys-who're-making Black, two questions. One, why didn't you wait for the, I dunno, XBOX 360 and PS3 to make it a launch title?!? And, two, ... why are you hatin' on the PC?!? 0.0;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/teen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/teen.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Teen) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ultima Online Killing Of Lord British&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Interestingly enough, the impossibly happened one day in Ultima Online: the creator of the game's alter-ego ingame died to the hands of a player-character evil villain. He was set to make a speech that day as the servers temporarily shut down. As they came back up a few hours later, the "bad man", Rainz (as he name was), came into town, and, being a thief, had the ability to pickpocket other PC's (player characters). He pickpocketed one, earning himself a fire scroll. He cast the scroll on the bridge that British was supposed to ride in across with his bodyguards. When he arrived, Rainz set it off. Fireballs rained (haha, rained) down from above, but as Rainz sneaked to British for the kill, he realized he was dead. The bodyguards, noticing this also, panicked, sending waves of spells down, killing the crowd. As they mayhem disspated ... oh, hell. Just read the &lt;a href="http://noctalis.com/dis/uo/blast02a.shtml"&gt;interview with him&lt;/a&gt; and stop wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_mature.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_mature.1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Mature) -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Vs. Yellow Promo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Hello, fellow readers. Go over to the &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/greenversusyellow/"&gt;Green Vs. Yellow&lt;/a&gt; site and download the trailer ... I encoded the old trailer so it's about 1/5 of its old size. Big difference, right? =P;; So, what're you waiting for?!? Get to it!! &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/icon_adults.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/icon_adults.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- (Adults Only) -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha, I Fooled You, Didn't I?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You seriously believed I'd have an AO the first day to the system? Get real. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Grim Reaper" A.K.A. "The One" xD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113892499961991964?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113892499961991964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113892499961991964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113892499961991964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113892499961991964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-new-esrb-style-news-system.html' title='My New ESRB-Style News System ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113841743711395697</id><published>2006-01-27T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:15.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthworm Jim 2 and the Uprising in Fowl Language [sic] ...</title><content type='html'>First off, let me get my &lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=119"&gt;fowl language&lt;/a&gt; off my chest. Alright, now that we're clean, I want to make a startling realization: the generic foul word used in today's raps is the "n-word" and the modern word used in today's rock music is the "f-word". Examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Things we seein' on the screen; not ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But these n***** from the 'hood, so these dreams not far ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          -- "Heard 'Em Say", Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I won't get in line or be a middle man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So f*** you; I'll make my own plan ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          -- "Not Listening", Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, and the Earthworm J&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im 2 thing&lt;/span&gt;? Endgame cinematic spoiler ... but a ... cow? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; width: 300px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.gamerevolution.com/goodie/endings/earthworm_jim_ending"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gamerevolution.com/goodies/earthworm_jim_ending/earthworm_jim_ending.jpg" border="0" height="48" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.gamerevolution.com/goodie/endings/earthworm_jim_ending"&gt;Earthworm Jim - SNES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Ey, have fun, and ciao! And make sure to visit:&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com"&gt;VG Cats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://www.nuklearpower.com/archive.php"&gt;8-bit Theatre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grim Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113841743711395697?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113841743711395697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113841743711395697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113841743711395697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113841743711395697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/01/earthworm-jim-2-and-uprising-in-fowl.html' title='Earthworm Jim 2 and the Uprising in Fowl Language [sic] ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113782277969037991</id><published>2006-01-20T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:14.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Special - Brought to You By EB Games(c)</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Tomorrow I'm going to a friend's birthday party, so I stopped be EB to get him a gift card. I did. I walked out with a $25 gift card &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Killzone for the PS2. The lady behind the counter was a great person. And I just love what she said as she was attempting to sell me the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just to warn you, this game is rated M for mature. It contains ... *flips over case* ... blood, strong language, and violence ... everything that makes a game great. *smiles*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;. I absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her for saying that. And it couldn't be any truer, not, could it? =P;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm tired. Peace out. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grim Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113782277969037991?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113782277969037991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113782277969037991&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113782277969037991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113782277969037991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-special-brought-to-you-by-eb.html' title='Quote Special - Brought to You By EB Games(c)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113764757431587351</id><published>2006-01-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:14.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dances With Hobos</title><content type='html'>I'm only gonna post one thing that happened today, 'cause I'm tired and I want to go to bed. So, here it goes. 'Takes place outside my locker, during lunch. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at my locker*&lt;br /&gt;Andre: You wanna hear a joke?&lt;br /&gt;*near Luke, Larry, and Kevin*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sighs* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Andre: Alright. Why are *African-Americans* afraid of motorcycles?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;*Christian walks up behind Luke*&lt;br /&gt;Andre: Because all they here is, "Run, n***a-n***a, run!"&lt;br /&gt;*silence, as we see Christian*&lt;br /&gt;Christian: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;*insane laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Haha. Hope you enjoyed. Peace out. =P;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grim Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113764757431587351?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113764757431587351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113764757431587351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113764757431587351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113764757431587351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2006/01/dances-with-hobos.html' title='Dances With Hobos'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113510767213838734</id><published>2005-12-20T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:14.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Special - Sponsored By Midas(c)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/santa4.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/santa4.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya, it's Reaper. And he's got stories. And pictures. And dedications. And a Christmas List. And winnable prizes ... alright, more of the stuff than the prizes, but you get what I'm aiming at, right? First off, if I were Santa? That's what I'd look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. First off. Stories, stories ... um ... how about I skip to the dedications? Those are always ... fun, right? First, to the one and only person I could only imagine about, now, since she moved far, far away from the continent I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/359110689_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/359110689_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aranya&lt;/span&gt; - Hmm ... how to dedicate THIS one ... um ... there were rough times, fun times, and all around ... fun times. ^.^;; I haven't been in contact with you as much as I've been wanting, too, but maybe that'll be one of my New Year's Resolutions, right? Wait ... what am I saying? Of course it will! I had to include you first in the dedications. Y'know why? I promised. And I kept my promise. 'Shocking that I'm not being sarcastic, isn't it? =P;; 'Love you bunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/jade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/jade2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaeden&lt;/span&gt; - I know you would never do something as nice as to dedicate anything nice to me, but I've decided to take the time to do it anyways. Eh, even though either of us might not think it, and, even sometimes, say it, and I don't know about your opinion on this one, but you're a great friend, and I wouldn't be who I am / where I am today without you. Have a merry Christmas, and good luck on those platinums. Peace out. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_9999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/IMG_9999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; - Eh, same for you as I said for Jaeden. We get in fights a lot, especially if Larry's ever around *wink wink*, but, um ... yeah, sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday party. When I yelled at you that one line on the phone, I thought you'd call back ... Kevin thought you were still talking and didn't notice I had hung up ... Larry told me what everybody got you, though, so here's a late Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas to ya! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/charlie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/charlie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie&lt;/span&gt; - You demonic chicken-chucking, moose-loving freak. You do the weirdest things, and sometimes piss us off by acting like such a retard / freak in public places and the such. But, in the end, it turns out alright ... well ... most of the time, I guess. xD Yeah, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ... *cough* ... moose suck ... *cough* ... wha? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/IMG_0243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Larry&lt;/span&gt; - I hate your guts right now. This isn't a dedication, and this isn't a death threat. You have pissed me off beyong reason before. But this time, they've all amounted into one big steaming pile of sh*t that stares me in the face every time I even think about talking to you again. I hope this time friendship's end for good. Period. Have a merry f*cking Christmas, and a merry f*cking 'ho ho ho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the dedications are pretty well done ... now what was next? Christmas list ... or more pictures? Christmas list ... or more pictures? Hmm ... maybe I'll put up my Christmas list ... and then some pictures, and wrap it up with a review for a few more Christmas reviews I made. How's that? Good? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/Christmas%20tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/Christmas%20tree.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;       Christmas List       &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/Christmas%20tree.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/Christmas%20tree.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Arcanum (PC)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fallout (PC)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fallout 2 (PC)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;PS2 [used or new]&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;God of War (PS2)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;GTA: San Andreas (XBOX)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;MGS3: Snake Eater (PS2)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;XBOX 360 + some cool games, preferrably -shrugs-&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Doom 3 (PC)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;F.E.A.R. (PC)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;House: Season 1 (DVD)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Samurai Champloo: Volume 2 (DVD)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;.hack//SIGN Volume 1 (DVD)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Soul Caliber II (XBOX)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dead or Alive 3 (XBOX)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards (N64)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maxtor DiamondMax 120 GB Harddrive&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;SNES / NES Console&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;GBA SP - Classic NES Faceplate&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nintendo DS - Electric Blue Faceplate&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt; Katamari Damacy (PS2)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;We Love Katamari (PS2)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Indigo Prophecy (PC)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4 (XBOX)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;AverMedia EZMaker DVD / PCI TV Video-Capture Card&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grim Fandango (PC)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;    Hey, it seems like a lot, but maybe I'll be surprised, right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/IMG_0425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Eh, screw the pictures. That can be saved for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----- my monitor. Background's from a Longhorn pack I wasn't particularly liking.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/IMG_0420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Cowboy Bebop: The Movie &amp; Samurai Champloo - Vol. 1 Box Art. My approval. My Windows Media Player playlist? 50 Cent - A Lil' Bit, Eminem - Never Enough, &amp;amp; 50 Cent - Candy Shop. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/IMG_0421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- And another one of my beautiful monitor, box art, and Windows Media Player. ^.^;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0423.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/200/IMG_0423.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- ... and my coveted Christmas tree. Well, that's pretty much all, everybody. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!! ^.^; -walks out- --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Merry Reaper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xDDD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113510767213838734?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113510767213838734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113510767213838734&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113510767213838734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113510767213838734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-special-sponsored-by-midasc_20.html' title='Holiday Special - Sponsored By Midas(c)'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113392246155783915</id><published>2005-12-06T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:13.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG m1 h0v3rcrAft br0k3zrzzz !0!zrzzz</title><content type='html'>Yeah. My car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And not just any kind of breaking down. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had to pick up some hemmed dress pants today from the Men's Wearhouse at the nearest shopping mall for a music concert I have tomorrow (they fit fine, by the way). Anyways, on the way there, all of the lights started flashing on the dash, the speedometer and tachometer spun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the way around behind the pin stopping it from passing 0 MPH and 0 RPM again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They spun around, the CD player died, the lights flashed, and the engine revved into god-knows-what gear ... with cars in front of me ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways, then the engine just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died. On the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had to pull to the side as fast as f*ckin' possible, so I wouldn't get rear-ended by some cell-phone listenin' jack@$$es on the highway not paying attention to where in the hell they're even going. After pulling over, I put the key back in, and, voila: worked. But then it died at the offramp ... and then again on the highway coming back ... and then in my hometown. &gt;&gt;;; Sucked eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Everything's good now, though ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Except for the fact I have to have a friend drive me to where I need to go to because I'm sending in my car tomorrow to have it checked; hopefully they can find the electronic problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If not: I'm f*cked. &gt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lonely Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113392246155783915?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113392246155783915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113392246155783915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113392246155783915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113392246155783915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/12/omfg-m1-h0v3rcraft-br0k3zrzzz-0zrzzz.html' title='OMFG m1 h0v3rcrAft br0k3zrzzz !0!zrzzz'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113384583689323365</id><published>2005-12-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:12.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Penes por todas partes!</title><content type='html'>The title of the post is in Spanish. Stands for "Male Gentalia Everywhere". Don't ask. But yet very relevant to my stories. See, during Social Studies, Chris had his lock ... well, ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to his belt loop on his pants, so, he reached down, and tried to unlock it, was having trouble, but, after succeeding, stared down, which didn't look right ... and I was sitting across from him ... which obviously means I have to throw in a sarcastic / idiotic / rude comment. Here I go ... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: My lock wouldn't come off ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: -ignores- You tried to padlock your penis, again, didn't you?!?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: -shocked with a blank stare- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then, at lunch, I just couldn't stop using the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -leans in to James- Y'know he tried to padlock his penis?&lt;br /&gt;James: -laughs and walks down the outdoor stairs-&lt;br /&gt;Luke: What was that about?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -leans to Luke- Christian wants you to touch his penis ... yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: -laughs- What?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just a simple yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Well, ... no!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -turns to Chris across the cement pretty far away- -yells- HE SAYS NO!&lt;br /&gt;Chris: No to what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I asked him if he wanted to touch your penis ... he said no. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Chris: -socks me hard in the arm- Jack@$$ ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: -stifles a cry / laugh and walks back to Luke- My penis is named Luke. Luke isn't with me anymore. Luke, will you help me find Luke?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: 0.0; NO! -runs off-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -laughs as hard as possible-&lt;br /&gt;Chris: -now really pissed off- You are? Well, let me tell Charlie and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOOOOO!!! -slo-mo-ish- -trails with Chris-&lt;br /&gt;Chris: -my name- seems to be missing his penis and wants to know if you can help him find it.&lt;br /&gt;-everybody starts laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ... padlocks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Demented Reaper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIGGITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113384583689323365?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113384583689323365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113384583689323365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113384583689323365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113384583689323365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/12/penes-por-todas-partes.html' title='¡Penes por todas partes!'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113339361478044841</id><published>2005-11-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:12.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Myself in Deadlock ...</title><content type='html'>... I believe I am in deadlock ... sucks, too, lemme tell you that much ... let's see ... funny, funny ... well, Luke's story, for one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Alright, Larry, you know stuff here, but you don't stuff about out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Larry: What do you mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out there&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: -clears throat- Okay, look ... for example, if I picked you up and dumped you out in the middle of the forest with a knife and a blanket, you wouldn't know how to find your way out.&lt;br /&gt;Larry: ... but that'll never happen, so why know it?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: -sighs- ... alright ... look at it like this ... if we were in the past ... and you were working for a railroad company, but you had to pound the nails into the ground by hand and none of it was automated, I don't know why, but stick with me ...&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Oh, well, if it's that far back, I'd need to fix my time machine by hand, too, right?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Yeah ... wait, ... what?!?&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Assuming I got back there by time machine ...&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Just shut up and listen. -_-;; Okay, so ... you're trying to pound them in, and you take the hammer and use all your force to go down on it. As you hit the nail, the guy beside you pounds down and hits you in the foot. You curse at him and hit him with your hammer 'til you knock him out. Then you knock out the next guy. As you try to hit the third one, you notice he has a chainsaw, god knows why he would, but on with it ... he chases you into the forest without letting down and all you have is a knife and a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Larry: ... but that wouldn't matter now, because I'd be dead, anyways, with a chainsaw-weilding maniac behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: -shakes his head, curses to Larry, and walks off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... oh, yes, and in band yesterday ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wright: Cheyenne, you're starting to be worse at the trombone than the 49er's ...&lt;br /&gt;-chorus of 'ohhhhhhhhhhh's in the classroom-&lt;br /&gt;Ricky (the drummer): But I like the 49er's!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wright: ... my point exactly.&lt;br /&gt;-another chorus of 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhh's in the classroom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then I stuck up for someone I love, and got elbowed in the gut, got my jaw twisted around, and got scraped ... then the little wimp who was saying sh*t ran off, but that's not my fault, now, is it? I usually don't pull fights, honestly, I don't, but I found out that was the only resource to vent my frustration ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and what the stupid guy said wasn't very nice, either ... &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113339361478044841?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113339361478044841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113339361478044841&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113339361478044841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113339361478044841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-myself-in-deadlock.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Myself in Deadlock ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113247371115918141</id><published>2005-11-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:11.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharpies?!? Where?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; I just wanted to justify myself. In a way, /I/ was looking for an apology from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Perfectly understandable. But, please excuse me, while I flame the hell out of my cousin. Because he's being a b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD I'm talking to him, too, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; And I also see you updated your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Yup. The " mess. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; all those "" were supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; BE WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; OH GOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; He was like. "Someday I'll be walking around in golden pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I was lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; STFU, n00bn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; n00b*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; if you want to know... just hold shift and press comma, then press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; Jaeden did it, and I was just wondering where he got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -turns to Jade- You did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; THERE IS NOTHING THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD I'm laughing my ass off over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; Press shift, comma, let go of shift, then press 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; You mean the &lt;3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77: &lt;/span&gt;YES... ALLELUIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; It's a commonly used form, a symbol of a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; (dont know how to spell that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; well, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know thta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Iiidiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; I thought he meant leave down the shift, and I was like, "&lt;#"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; There's a guy on the anime IGPX that's talking right now and is voiced by Spike, too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I'm watching s-CRY-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego: &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; He should be /shot/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Your cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; /Yes/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; He's a stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; 'That all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ..Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Wheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Yuppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Mm'hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Exact;y/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; exactly.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; HE'S GONE! oo;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego: &lt;/span&gt;Yup. Off to watch Chapelle Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; What channel is Comedy Central for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; iunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; 249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; For the love off-- does he EVER shutup!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz signed off at 11:17:13 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards ... (as I ignored him ... and watched MAD TV) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; hey, buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 is away at 11:03:43 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 returned at 11:09:04 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; are you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 signed off at 11:10:42 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 signed on at 11:10:55 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; why do you not answer!? (nervous laugh) I don't like being alone (hides in a dark corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; LOLLIPOP LAND AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; Jaeden left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; You're the only one thats still on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; need communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; DONT LOG OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; well... what were we talking about before I left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; (bashes head into wall) what now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I'm basically talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I don't feel so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; want to see a cool Legend of Zelda picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; WHY... WONT YOU ANSWER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 signed off at 11:46:11 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ... I wonder why ... =P ... now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go compile a video for a friend!! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113247371115918141?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113247371115918141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113247371115918141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113247371115918141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113247371115918141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/sharpies-where.html' title='Sharpies?!? Where?!?'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113237667584566877</id><published>2005-11-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:11.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I'm done writing for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; THE GIRL THAT KISSES MUGEN IS VOICED BY FAYE! HOLY SH*T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Jet, Spike, AND Faye. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; The one with the nice rack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; She's an asian lady in the sceond episode that offers Mugen a good time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; one with the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; well I meant like the "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; What "?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; WHERE DID YOU GET THE IDEA FOR A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; For a what?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I AM JUST WONDERING WHERE YOU GOT THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; WHERE I GOT HTE WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; -____________________-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; That's f*cking creative! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; -____________________-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; (points at the "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; --;; Where did I put a "?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Is he stoned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; oh my god.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; so your saying you cant see anything besides a ""?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ... I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE F*CKING HELL YOU MEANT!! &gt;&lt;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY  THAT? (just joking about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; BURN! -kills-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. REAALLLL self-explanatory. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, on a side-note: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, the first 4 episodes of Samurai Champloo, and episodes 6 - 10 of dot.hack//SIGN are freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no, seriously ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I AM!!! &gt;&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113237667584566877?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113237667584566877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113237667584566877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113237667584566877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113237667584566877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/intelligent-conversations.html' title='Intelligent Conversations'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113202556240426493</id><published>2005-11-14T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:11.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase 3, Line 2, Word 7 ...</title><content type='html'>I think Dominic and I got into a lil' ... fight ... but seriously, who gives a f*ck about Team America phrases? "America..F*CK YES!" No. Just no. I dun't wanna hear it. And the answer was Black Clouds. NOT Last Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pft* Amateur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; please... SAY SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; IM LOST IN AN UNCHARTED WORLD... FILLED WIHT LOLLIPOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; God says to suck one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; GOD SAYS TO... ummmm... SAY...no...ummm... GOD COMMANDS YOU TO SMACK SOMEBODY! yeah that'll work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; heha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; You are one f*ckity f*cked up f*cking looney b*tch, aren't you, ya f*cker? Huh? Answer me, f*cktard. Say, 'F*CK YES!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...WAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (goes and cries in corner of a perfectly circle room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; MY FEELINGS!(FALLS DOWN AND DIES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; OR REALLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Areis X77:&lt;/span&gt; MY HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, pull out your heart. Eat it. Eat it with all heart's desire. HAHA. I made a funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I LIKE COOKIES! YEAH YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING? WHAT IF LEON'S CHARACTER ISN'T TRULY FICTIONAL? WHAT IF SOME STUFF WAS TRUE? I KNOW A WEREWOLF HE'S MY FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Got a few suggestions for you, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; LOTS OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; I hope you burn ... -_-;; ... in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Really. Meet the demons. Ask Satan to be your father. JUST MOVE ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ... good suggestion. ok... I'm cool soooooooooooooooo except that Satan being my father part if you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't wondering. I don't wonder about idiotic things I don't even understand ... -throws you some letter blocks- ... Here. Play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; YAY! really... I'm cool... no demons have ever existed in my mind... all made up and all of that other stuff was improvised which... is kinda the same thing except being random... thats true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -takes out rocket launcher- -points it at you- PLAY WITH YOUR F*CKING BLOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt;  ... I-M-N-O-T-A-F-R-E-A-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Y-E-S-Y-O-U-A-R-E-O-N-M-O-R-E-T-H-A-N-O-N-E-L-E-V-E-L. &gt;.&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; FORGIVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; it's always nice to know that I haven't pissed anyone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; No. No fogiving. -wags finger- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...ok... are you mad though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; You inform me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; uhhhh... yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -looks to the sky and falls backwards into the grass- Brrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...or no... I'M CONFUSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -takes out pistol and aims at the sky- -reloads-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -aims over at you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; (dodges with lightning speed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -continues to follow you with the sights- -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; We all have a good laugh and shake hands and say: "lets all put this behind us and act like it never happned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Hahaha. -laughs, holding hun to my side- Deal ... -takes out gun and shoots you in the arm- ... in hell. &gt;.&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; wow... YOU HATE ME! I never thought that would happen... wait... that wouldn't be fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -_-;; -aims at your head- THIS COULD BEEEE. -cackles maniacally-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; (pulls out shotgun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; You wanna play this way? F*ck that. -opens cloak, revealing bombs strapped to me- -takes out detonator- Try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...(UNLEASHES DEMONS)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; (-_- God blocks them all) Shazzam-chasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; What in the f*ck made a boom? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; uhhhh. no...thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Well, then, what was the point of saying boom? -takes out baseball bat- -hits you upside the head with it- BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; Pulls out my baseball bat and pulls out some crazy ass move with it and we have an epic battle... but in the end... we all become friends again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; ... and then Barney comes along and molests you. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ... THAT IS F*CKED UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; That's right ... why make fun of your role model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; barney deserves to be killed with a chainsaw slowly... and shot with 12939393 shotguns all ath the same time... drowned... decapitated, and thrown back into the ocean where we dumped him in the first place... role model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -bows head- If I don't kill you now, it'll just never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...ALL DIE IN THE END what difference is if it comes sooner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; I say "If I don't kill you now, it'll never end ..." You come back with, "... We all die?" Jesus ... -shakes head- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; well... if you kill me... thats dying... thats why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -blinks- It just didn't have any context. Whatsover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; so? its funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; GO FINGER YOURSELF WITH A CROSSBOW. And, no, it isn't. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; GOD... take a breather... calm down for a sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -narrows eyes- Dun't want to. &gt;.&lt; And I am NOT God. Do NOT hail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Aries X77: GOD... take a breather ... assuming that's my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't saying that to you... except for the "take a breather" part... GOD was like I was talking to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Him? How do you know it isn't an it? YOU DON'T KNOW JACKSH*T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; You wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Specify, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; THE WHOLE CONTROVERSIAL SENTANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -_- I didn't question it directly, DomiNIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...GLENNIQUE? I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -_- No. You're embarrassing yourself. Stop it. While you're ahead. -pats you on the back and then whacks you in the kneecap with another baseball bat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; can we both calm down and talk this over... so we can be friends again... I don't like making enimies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Who said I was an enemy? Maybe it's a ... -whacks you upside the head with another baseball bat- ... mutual feeling? -trips you and points revolver at your face while you're on the ground-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yeah that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; the whole "whacking upside the head" thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Pain's a good feeling. -moves aim and shoots you in the [your left] shoulder- -moves aim to head- -pulls- -click- Damn it ... -opens up chamber to load another 6 shots-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; not really... sometimes... but not with pistol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; hello? well... I don't like how this whole conversation turned out today... pain and insults are not my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -finishes reloading- Cool. I think all kinda pain's cool, though, so we're good, right? I think we agree, now. -nods, narrowing eyes- -aims, again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yes just don't pull the trigger Unless... you want to end my life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Well, -looks down barrel- ... -aims back again- ... that was kinda the point of bringing this and loading it. -shrugs- Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; no... you want to kill me... but how about (unless you want to shoot and kill me) put the gun down and save it for someone you HATE what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -smirks and cocks gun- How about I say, who says I don't have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; ...I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! you know... this could be a cool book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -helps you up- We are friends ... -pushes you back down and stomps on you, aiming, again- ... now we're not. Now we're mortal enemies. You want a game? Let's denounce this happy-go-funtime-hour. -cocks revolver again- My turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I DON'T WANT TO BE MORTAL ENEMIES its not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; It's cool with me. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; why do you want to make a mortal enemy anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -shrugs- Dunno. Feelings of mass destruction. -takes paras and turns them into lines, shaking hand with revolver in it- These mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yes.. in 20 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Wait for me to say the goddamn lines! &gt;.&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; want to join me and some of my friends in a whole new world order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confession of depression&lt;br /&gt;This life I'm second-guessing&lt;br /&gt;Like ashes to ashes&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of running&lt;br /&gt;It's time to face my demons&lt;br /&gt;Confession of depression&lt;br /&gt;This life I'm second-guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are storming&lt;br /&gt;And tears fall just like rain&lt;br /&gt;Pain strikes like lightning&lt;br /&gt;Despair is becoming my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to you? -aims- C'mon, get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I did cut my wrists a while ago does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -aims closer- DID THOSE LINES MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Then, please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; life itself is freakin pointles... like I said before... we all die in the end. All the dreams we had become nothing but memories that will be forgotten behind us. Everything will be gone for us and soon... I plan to for my life to end... not self inflicted, but someone to kill me... I know it will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -pins you to the ground, pointing gun to side and waving it- Just tell me what the f*cking phrases mean to you and stop wasting my precious seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; my life isn't all that great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; YOU ARE NOT ANSWERING MY F*CKING QUESTION! -aims gun- WHERE DID MY PHRASES COME FROM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I did answer the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Then, answer again. Please. Lives ... er ... a life is on the line. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; uhhh... no there isn't and even if there was... I wouldn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION, DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I DID! WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; no I did 5 times now... and put that gun away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Well, they weren't right. Where did my phrases come from ... you're not getting it. I don't want metaphors ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Or your f*cked up view on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; NO. PHRASES from a SONG. -quotes- "-sings verses-" RING A BELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; Papa Roach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -throws hands in air- Thank you. Song being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; Last resort! right? well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -fires next to you- NO. And you call yourself a fan of them ... -chuckles- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77: &lt;/span&gt;Hey... I only have 1 freakin album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; And which one's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; gettin away with murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -laughs- Ah, right, right ... you heard any of the other songs NOT on that album by them, Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yes... Last Resort... and... I have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 signed off at 6:15:56 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; You have to log off ... my @$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy. Yeah. Mm'hm. Exactly. I think I'm getting an ulcer retyping and reading that. -rubs head- Ow ... hurts like hell, too ... let me just type something else that happened, if I can find it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;avalonNightlover:&lt;/span&gt; no, but i'm kinda warnign u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;avalonNightlover:&lt;/span&gt; u let teh rabbit know its gots freedom, and itll run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; But that's what bear traps are for. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;avalonNightlover: those bear traps are called kids =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; oo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Vish and Chris will have no Bear Traps. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDDDD brb, I'm gonna go tell Chris what you just said, and then disconnect the phone lines, lock the door, bring out the Kevlar vests, and barricade myself in my bathroom with a Colt .45 and a pump-action shotgun, and three layers of reinforced steel surrounding the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XDDD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Wait .. he doesn't want kid's anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; oo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Does he..? OO;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ... debating about why the creator on a Gaia role-playing forum asks what "changes" we have after the experimenting ... when it's a Neko (cat) r-p ... -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Well. Everyone might have different results. XD Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -throws hands in air- But that means we're almost all gonna grow fur, ears, tails, and paws! &gt;&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; -sigh- Some people might have some weird results, or something for theirs. They might only have fur, or just a tail, or something. Xx; Look, /I/ didn't make the forum, you wanna b*tch, go b*tch to the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, well ... that's pretty much it. =P Enjoy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... OR DIE!! &gt;.&lt;;; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113202556240426493?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113202556240426493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113202556240426493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113202556240426493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113202556240426493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/phrase-3-line-2-word-7.html' title='Phrase 3, Line 2, Word 7 ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113178277652766538</id><published>2005-11-12T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:10.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaping Generations</title><content type='html'>The only thing I found funny the entire day was actually ... not until midnight. xD Have a look. Get a cheap laugh. Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; AMERICA... F*CK YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; come on... thats one of the best songs ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; That freaking idiot. --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; If I don't kill him now it'll never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xDD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Right. Besides the fact I dunno what the f*ck he's talking about beside Eminem's 'White America' ... oh, and the other day at school, now that I remember it. At lunch. We taunt Jaeden about his wolf powers-- ... er ... capabilites ... er ... here! Look! &gt;.&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: How are the kids?&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Good, good ... and how are the pups?&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: -glare- I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh, and, by the way, one of my new favorite songs is Shaggy's remake of Sexual Healing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a Lambourghini to wax. -salutes and walks out the door-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113178277652766538?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113178277652766538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113178277652766538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113178277652766538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113178277652766538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/leaping-generations.html' title='Leaping Generations'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113166713534864964</id><published>2005-11-10T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:10.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retaliation</title><content type='html'>Well, another revelation about things that happened yesterday ... I believe even less than the day before that from 'Lying with You', but, really, who cares? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go ... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-during Science class-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: -stands behind Christian-&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -opens his binder and starts to write his screennames for WoW-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: -mouths words to me- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the f*** is wrong with this son of a b****?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: -mouths back- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no clue ... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christian: -turns around to Jade and gives him the piece of paper-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: -pretends nothin' happened and accepts the paper-&lt;br /&gt;-hilarity ensues-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then we got the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-during Mr. Wright's music class / TA period ...-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -playing bass guitar- -has an ink smudge on my arm-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: Oh, yeah? -starts laughing, drawing a blue smudge on his arm, too-&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... you're my b**** now. -blinks and gives a slight laugh-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: S***! -tries to rub the ink off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then we got the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Aries X77:&lt;/span&gt; I freakin have to go! IM SORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aries X77 signed off at 3:49:38 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Who the f*** cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Previous message was not received by Aries X77 because of error:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;User Aries X77 is not available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then we got the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; You see the thing under the title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Mm'hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; And you are NOT secret agent j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I am &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; You are NOT a secret agent. If you are, then you'd get a jetpack. -crosses arms- &gt;.&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; -blinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; TO EBAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ... soo ... have fun ... peace up ... A-town down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, just had to use the Verizon ... er ... Cingular ... commercial ... as a ploy ... &gt;.&lt;;; JUST SHUT UP!! &gt;.&lt;;; xD --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113166713534864964?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113166713534864964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113166713534864964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113166713534864964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113166713534864964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/retaliation.html' title='Retaliation'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113150132315503203</id><published>2005-11-08T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:09.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying From You</title><content type='html'>Like yesterday, I'll recount some of the events, the same way I did yesterday. -rubs hands together- Unfortunately, it might be a lil' shorter 'cause I'm exhausted, tired, and braindead, but I think you'll get where I'm headin' with it ... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two main things stick out in my head for today, although there was a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David, one of the trumpet players, wasn't playing the trumpet right and slumping in his chair-&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wright: Sit up, David ... now lean forward ...  a little more ... and get your foot off of my case! ... better yet, just stand up.&lt;br /&gt;David: -stands up, rolling eyes-&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wright: -pauses- Yeah, ... maybe you'll get the chair back tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. Then we'll talk about it ... -clears throat- -gets ready to play electronic piano- ... ready, set, and let's ... not go. -switches to David- That means for you to play, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ricky: -at the drums area- -does the comedic /dun-dun-DUM!/ thing at the snare drum and cymbals-&lt;br /&gt;-class starts laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, shortly thereafter, for Math class ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin and I are checking out homeworks-&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: I got 59% ... but I dunno if it's right ... -turns to Sam- ... SAM!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: -rolls eyes and she comes over to us- What?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Is this right? -shows it to her-&lt;br /&gt;Sam: -works on calculator- I got 60% ...&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ... but that makes the total 101%!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Well, that means there's 101 objects with 100% chance of ...&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ... you're stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: No, I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ... yes, you are!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: No, I'm-- ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: -snickering next to them-&lt;br /&gt;Sam: ... Glenn, what're you laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nothin', nothin' ...&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Fine, Glenn, show me the way you did it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -looks at HW- I know it's wrong. -throws down paper- What number are we on, anyways? That would kinda help ...&lt;br /&gt;Sam &amp; Kevin: -laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-passes out at keyboard- O.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113150132315503203?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113150132315503203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113150132315503203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113150132315503203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113150132315503203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/lying-from-you.html' title='Lying From You'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113141935024109042</id><published>2005-11-07T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:09.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxwell's Silver Hammer</title><content type='html'>Ignore the title. Listen to the body. 0.0 That didn't sound right ... to rephrase that ... eh, screw it. Time to add some funny details from school today. -rubs hands together- Where to start, where to start ... oh, right. This morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Yeah, Larry and I were role-playing for Vish last night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -pause- ... FOR Vish?&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -dumb stare- Shut up, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hm ... and then we have ... what would be next, Music class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -walks into back room to take acoustic bass off of rack- -Christian walks in-&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -waves- Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_- What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Christian: I was just gonna sa- ...&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: -bursts in, casually- Yo, Tasha's molesting your stuff ...&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Son of a-- ... ! -rushes out the door-&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie and me look out of door into the Music room-&lt;br /&gt;-watches Christian rush by, yelling at Tasha and moving stuff out of her reach-&lt;br /&gt;Tasha: I didn't touch your stuff!&lt;br /&gt;-we laugh- -I look at him-&lt;br /&gt;Me: You made that up, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;-further laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ... we have ... let's see ... what funny happened in ... Science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jaeden walks by Christina's table-&lt;br /&gt;Christina: I'm a b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: -wideeyed- Well, that's something pretty big to admit. -walks off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ... when I wrote on Christian's agenda ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -leans over at writes on agenda cover: 7:00 - HW, 8:00 - Vish-&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -looks at agenda- -glares at me- Dude!&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -writes on it: 9:00 - Kill Glenn, 10:00 - Have Larry f*ck the body.-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: -walks by- Hey, I do all of those things!&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -silence-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -I stick up for Jaeden- Except for Vish.&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: ... -pause- ... no, I meant the homework.&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -glares-&lt;br /&gt;Me: -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: Kidding, KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;Christian: -continues to glare-&lt;br /&gt;Jaeden: Didja catch the part where I was kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ... we have ... lunch ... I'm in a Chess-tournament-thing ... was, at least ... and Mr. Standifer came by to switch my extra large bishop for one that would actually match the size of the board ... and my queen was already taken ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Standifer switches it-&lt;br /&gt;Standifer: Now it matches ... I mean, your bishop was, like, bigger than his King!&lt;br /&gt;Me: It makes me feel big!&lt;br /&gt;-laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more, but to cut it short ... outside of Math class ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry: Alright, look; Christian's joining your Math class ... and that's one step up than the one he was in a few days ago ... and you just failed these two quizzes that the entire class failed ... what do you think that means for him?&lt;br /&gt;Me: -laughs insanely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ... well ... -eats dinner- ... &gt;.&lt;;;;   --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113141935024109042?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113141935024109042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113141935024109042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113141935024109042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113141935024109042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/maxwells-silver-hammer.html' title='Maxwell&apos;s Silver Hammer'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113123598087568625</id><published>2005-11-05T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:09.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Thank God For Every Day He Gives Me In The Corps ... Hoo-rah."</title><content type='html'>Jarhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was. Seriously; it gave a unique, truthful, and sarcastic humor-ish look at Operation: Desert Storm. To me, it was more of a comedy documentary. I'm not saying it's laugh-out-loud comedy, but the dark, gritty, sarcastic kind. If that strikes your fancy, watch the movie. I just got back from the movie theatre. I think it has the best damn soundtrack, storyline, plot, and characters in [at least] any war movie I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by your tickets at Fandango.com now and give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoo-rah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113123598087568625?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113123598087568625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113123598087568625&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113123598087568625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113123598087568625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-thank-god-for-every-day-he-gives-me.html' title='&quot;I Thank God For Every Day He Gives Me In The Corps ... Hoo-rah.&quot;'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113117247941022353</id><published>2005-11-04T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:08.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Dark Side ... 'Cause We Have Cookies ... ^_^;;</title><content type='html'>Fighting with your friends is so fun. Especially for me. Y'know why? Simple. On Monday, when I go back to school, I pretend it never happened, turn the tables, and escape unscathed. And I've got it down pat. Devil's advocate if you may. -takes a bow- Take a look at the snippet of conversation stemming from tonight and you'll get a slight idea why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; how could you tell*cough ghost reacon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; ...man you must be typing alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Y'know the way you typed 'recon' like 'reacon', it sounded like 'reekin' and didn't give a damn bit of help to the clue. Oh, and, by the way. 30,000 children died as you said 'ghost', and another 14,000 died when you said 'reacon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; When I told you that, I thought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes ... I do want to murder him. Telling him that wouldn't do any good. He'll just say I'll go to jail and get the death penalty. It would be worth it, anyways. -pft- And isn't that what hired hitmen like Agent 47 are for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; ..dude thats messed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -throws hands in air- NO F*CKING WAY!! -drops jaw, sarcastically, it awe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; ..now your making it worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm making it better. -_- Looks like elementary school did wonders for you, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; you know i dont have to f*cking sit here f*cking listening to your bs saying this f*cking sh*t i dont do sh*t right now and you just f*cking insult me for no f*cking reason,next time have a f*cking reason to f*cking insult me instead of f*cking do this kinda of sh*t like insulting me then making it worse with sarcastic remarks and thats just f*cking messed up i know i was f*cking pointing out the f*cking obviouse when i said that was messed up then you f*cking talk sh*t to me about that man you can f*cking talk sh*t about anything i say somthing stupide laugh at me i just sit there you do this sh*t i talk normal you f*cking insult eh somtimes i deserve that sh*t somtimes i actually should be insulted but somtimes im not doing sh*t and you insult me f*ck dude thats just messe up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; F*ck the f*cking f*ckers? 'Cause that's all I heard. Period. This proves what first grade does to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; dude see here you go again here you go insulting me for this simple damn thing i just typed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Because you say f*ck every fifth word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, there's more. But why dwell on it? Why not go to something more ... happy, confusing, and demented? Off to Jaeden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I'm RP'ing with like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; 16 illiterates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; and 3 people that can type full setences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; 3 out of 16 or 3 out of 19?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; 3 out of 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; I might shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; ...*nods for no damn apperant reason not even matching what the hell is going &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; *pft* Obviously. I mean, hell, you're always lost. -waves it off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; He's gotten more.. literate cause of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; ..ow..well im almost done with the socail studies thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; -claps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;spartanclone367:&lt;/span&gt; and jadean is having a good time i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego: &lt;/span&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; Jadean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Glennlego: &lt;/span&gt;So much for literacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maKa vEli siNz:&lt;/span&gt; What an @$$biter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more, but I'm tired. And exhausted. I hurt my index finger playing basketball. And I think something may be broken. *ow* Hurts to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, walk away ... just keep walkin' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113117247941022353?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113117247941022353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113117247941022353&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113117247941022353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113117247941022353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/11/join-dark-side-cause-we-have-cookies.html' title='Join the Dark Side ... &apos;Cause We Have Cookies ... ^_^;;'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-113036819183305059</id><published>2005-10-26T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:08.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Tricks With Professor Larry-- ... Lesson 1 ...</title><content type='html'>Alright. This is Professor Larry, teaching you how to trick your friends. Alright, ask yourself this. And don't cheat to be smart, and don't open up a new webpage prior to this or print off any info and then counting it. Just try it. Alright, find 6 6-digit numbers that are divisible by 7, 11, and 13 within 30 seconds ... go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... can't do it? Good. No normal person can. The trick is, any sequential 3-digit number (i.e., 123 [one hundred and twenty-three]) doubled like so (i.e., 123,123 [one hundred twenty-three thousand, one hundred and twenty-three]) is divisible by 7, 11, and 13. Look, for example, six random results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123,123&lt;br /&gt;234,234&lt;br /&gt;345,345&lt;br /&gt;456,456&lt;br /&gt;598,598&lt;br /&gt;777,777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Simple, right? Now go off an quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--This has been a Prof. Larry Lesson, trademarked by Reaper and Prof. Larry--&lt;br /&gt;-- ... and, no, he's not a real professor ... just a -edited- ... &gt;.&lt; ... --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Reaper"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-113036819183305059?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/113036819183305059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=113036819183305059&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113036819183305059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/113036819183305059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/10/math-tricks-with-professor-larry.html' title='Math Tricks With Professor Larry-- ... Lesson 1 ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112905641284872105</id><published>2005-10-11T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:07.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo! Says You ... Pt. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/IMG_0321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no! I ate one and they ... they multiplied!!! Oh, god ... how will I possibly get them away! A red and a skinny blue one! And I already ate a blue one! And I'm eating this blue one, now! Time to finish you off, you red piece of-- ... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BWAHAHAHAHA ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grim Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-112905641284872105?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/112905641284872105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=112905641284872105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112905641284872105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112905641284872105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo-says-you-pt-ii.html' title='Boo! Says You ... Pt. II'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112897456094161297</id><published>2005-10-10T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:06.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo! Says You ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/IMG_0320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my desk this morning, I found a crumpled tissue from across the room ... approaching my desk I noticed it was a ghost One of those tissues with a ribbon covering a lollipop. A Tootsie-Roll Pop, to be exact. I've included a picture to the left. I found it interesting ... and yummy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... just thought you guys might've wanted to get into the Halloween spirit ... *sniff* ... *boo* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... GIVE ME A BREAK!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Grim Reaper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-112897456094161297?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/112897456094161297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=112897456094161297&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112897456094161297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112897456094161297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo-says-you.html' title='Boo! Says You ....'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112847155955689199</id><published>2005-10-04T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:06.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half-Life Revelations-- ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Half-Life(1): Anthology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/Picture%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here we go. I'm givin' you the info, the pictures, and my ratings, Gamespot-style. Alright, let's do this! &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half-Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10/10 - This game freakin' rocks, no hands down. It's well-paced, good puzzles, great storyline. All over the map this game covers the points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - I tried to find a balance with the rating: the graphics don't compare for today (stack-up against its sequal), but were great in its time. Hence, an 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;/span&gt; 7/10 - The voices sound metallic at some points and Gordon doesn't talk ... at all ... but, yet again, it was the best they had at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value: &lt;/span&gt;10/10 - Refer to the gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tilt: &lt;/span&gt;9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall&lt;/span&gt;: 8.8/10 = Great ... "You play as Dr. Freeman, Gordon Freeman, to be exact. You are a down-and-dirty scientist who features a job at the Black Mesa Testing Facility in a secluded area of New Mexico ... think: Roswell. As you go down to the labs, a test goes horribly wrong, thus opening an interdimensional portal between your world and an alien world called 'Xen'. Fighting your way through the complex, Freeman turns things around and you're forced to travel to Xen to take on the boss ... not to mention the G-man ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/span&gt;: A definite buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half-Life: Blue Shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay: &lt;/span&gt;8/10 - I found this expansion slightly less worthwhile than Opposing Force, but a lil' more than decent. Hence, the 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;/span&gt;: 8/10 - Same as Half-Life's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7/10 - Same as Half-Life's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Refer to gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tilt:&lt;/span&gt; 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall&lt;/span&gt;: 8/10 - Great ... "You play as security guard Calhoun. You come to Black Mesa as your daily job, going to your post, as things start to go wrong ... and you realize that you almost face the same fate as Gordon ... although his and yours are unfolding at the same time ... therefore, you're a security guard backing up Freeman ... well, not physically ... but ... -sighs- ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; A buy as long as you liked the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half-Life: Opposing Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay: &lt;/span&gt;10/10 - Playing as an Army-guy that has run-ins with Gordon and then has to face the same sh*t Freeman does at the same time (hence Blue Shift, also), is totally f*cking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Same as Half-Life's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7/10 - Same as Half-Life's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value:&lt;/span&gt; 10/10 - Refer to gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tilt:&lt;/span&gt; 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt; 8.8/10 - Great ... "You play as an Army Ops guy, sent in with Nightvision and all to silence people within Black Mesa ... for good. Duh. But aliens attack you ... the helo crashes ... and you fight your way through the facility, bounce back and forth between Xen, and have a few sightings of Freeman. By the end, I feel it ends on the same note as Freeman's battle ... but I don't believe it ends as happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/span&gt;: A definite buy as long as you own the original. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half-Life: Team Fortress Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10/10 - Wonderful. Just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - I'm giving it a freebie point because it's multiplayer. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value:&lt;/span&gt; 10/10 - Refer to gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tilt:&lt;/span&gt; 10/10 - (Booyah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt; 9.2/10 - Awesome ... "TFC descrip ... look it up near the top before the reviews." xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refer The Entire Anthology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Yes. Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/Picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4951/927/320/Picture%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Counter-Strike(1) - Anthology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; This pack is another repack (for another $20) featuring the original Counter-Strike, a great multiplayer game, by the way, Counter-Strike: Condition Zero, which is the single-player campaign/expansion to the original CS, and CS: CZ - Deleted Scenes, which are some deleted maps to the campaign for CZ. So ... let's check it out!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Counter-Strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay:&lt;/span&gt; 6/10 - Although it spawned the CS series, I just don't feel it's as good as CS:Source that comes with HL2. No, it's not the graphics ... it's just the general design ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Same excuse as HL:OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;: 7/10 - Refer to gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tilt:&lt;/span&gt; 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt; 7.6/10 - Good ... "We all not Counter-Strike. We don't really need an explanation, do we?" &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/span&gt;: On-the-fence. It's a classic, but just not as worthwhile as if you could go out and buy HL2 for $30 - $50 and get CS:Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counter-Strike: Condition Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gameplay: &lt;/span&gt;8/10 - Single-player CS is amazingly more fulfilling than multi-player ... well, for the original, at least. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;/span&gt; 7/10 - Mm-hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value&lt;/span&gt;: 8/10 - Refer to gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt; 6.2/10 - Okay ... "I don't have to go over this, either, do I? It's single-player CS ... against AI ... period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/span&gt;: I think this was actually a fair buy in the anthology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counter-Strike: Condition Zero - Deleted Scenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay: &lt;/span&gt;8/10 - Same as CS:CZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Obviously ... again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound:&lt;/span&gt; 7/10 - Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Value:&lt;/span&gt; 8/10 - Refer to gameplay elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tilt: &lt;/span&gt;7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt; 7.6/10 - Good ... "This doesn't need explaining, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; I think CS:CZ - DS was a waste of box space. Seriously. This isn't a f*cking film. We don't NEED new maps, when we can DOWNLOAD them for FREE and NOT for $20. -_-;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refer the Entire Anthology?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grim Reaper&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-112847155955689199?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/112847155955689199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=112847155955689199&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112847155955689199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112847155955689199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/10/half-life-revelations.html' title='The Half-Life Revelations-- ....'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112838612213925026</id><published>2005-10-03T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:06.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CS + HL = CS/HL ... and x equals ... ?</title><content type='html'>I just bought the Counter-Strike Anthology 1, that comes with CS, CS: Condition Zero, and CS: CZ - Deleted Scenes. I also just bought the Half-Life Anthology 1, which comes with HL, HL: Opposing Force, HL: Blue Shift, and TFC [Team Fortress Classic].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, 'cause I'm going in. I might have a slight review for it ... later ... if I can rip myself away ... 0.0 xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Grim Reaper&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-112838612213925026?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/112838612213925026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=112838612213925026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112838612213925026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112838612213925026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/10/cs-hl-cshl-and-x-equals.html' title='CS + HL = CS/HL ... and x equals ... ?'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112820137609802326</id><published>2005-10-01T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:05.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' @$$ And Takin' Names ...</title><content type='html'>Hah, it's the Reaper, again. I've finally fixed my computer, so that it runs fast again, whilst not having to lose all of my precious 120 GB-worth of files. ^.^ Oh, yeah, and I have a two-week break. Yes, yes; I am a lucky bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I also ran out to Circuit City yesterday, picked up a CAT5 cable, ran it underneath my living room rug and connected it to my XBOX, purchased a starter kit, put together &amp; plugged in the headset/microphone, and made an XBOX Live account off of the 3-month free trial. So, if you see 'Raftacon' or any of his 'guests' playing around in Halo 2 or Ghost Recon 2, send me a message. I'd be glad to see anybody who actually reads this. -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ah, yes, and I checked up on one of my past websites that I left under the control of some dedicated fans, and they're doing great as staff members. I also haven't worked much on the mod-map for HL2 for the [machinima] project, but I have been putting together some 'secret' material for Green Vs. Yellow ... -cough- -cough- ... oh, yeah: and I've still been owning on CS:Source, too. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some daily-pwnage to ensue. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Reaper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-112820137609802326?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/112820137609802326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=112820137609802326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112820137609802326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112820137609802326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/10/kickin-and-takin-names.html' title='Kickin&apos; @$$ And Takin&apos; Names ...'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112715034973823466</id><published>2005-09-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:05.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Sockets</title><content type='html'>The poor, poor UNIX fanboys. How dare they attempt to degrade Windows. And I made a shocking discovery. Windows XP is like ... NT ... turned Millenium ... turned in a sugar-coated, candy-ish interface, wrapped anew and shipped as XP. 0.0 Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, Raw Sockets. A program hiiden inside Windows XP with Service Pack 1. Allows a hacker to open it and spam packets out to your computer ... but instead of tracing the IP, they can spoof a fake one. Cool, right? -_-;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. How would you like it if your computer got hit with a virus with a fake IP. Exactly. -_- And then, did it shock you to realize it was Microsoft's 'Raw Sockets' fault that sent the Sasser32 worm and WBlast worm. Yeah. And the sad fact is it's still floating around there. It's not gone. We just can't get it anymore ... well ... the people with SP2 can't, the people with SP1 are at risk, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excuse me while I own in CS:Source and mod a map for a machinima project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Grim Reaper&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11431350-112715034973823466?l=reaperspeax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/feeds/112715034973823466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11431350&amp;postID=112715034973823466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112715034973823466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11431350/posts/default/112715034973823466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reaperspeax.blogspot.com/2005/09/raw-sockets.html' title='Raw Sockets'/><author><name>Grim Reaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11153988322108612854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJEs8XyQfI/St1TMQyJEaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WaBDktiEWE/S220/Picture+78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11431350.post-112674148740827438</id><published>2005-09-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:44:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Clouds</title><content type='html'>Today was hell. And I sure as hell mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, look. Not only did I sleep in a little too late, but I was late getting to school. On top of that, once I arrived, we had to lug all of our books and items out of our lockers because they were PAINTING them. PAINTING LOCKERS on a WEDNESDAY? Think: weekend, people. Alright, that I could handle. So I stopped by my first period class, dropped them off, took the ones I needed, that went fine. Next: music ... well ... that went well, too ... third period, Literature, as always, I forget to a new book for out 'reading log'. Again. For the third day in the week. And tomorrow I have to read 25 pages no matter what and write a 40-word summary. Doesn't sound like much? You try it ever freakin' day of your busy like, once-a-week, every week, 'til the goddamn school year's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that Lit.'s out of the way ... fourth period ... Science ... oh, know, we didn't do workbook pages or look in our book ... oh, god no ... we had to help Home Depot paint the BENCHES. And there were [clear] tarp-things and brown-paper-covers all over the ground ... and we had to use blue-gray PRIMER on the benches ... ALL OF THEM! And there are MANY damn benches in that area. And then I got primer splashed all OVER my good JEANS. -sighs- May this never end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't. Keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today was a day we got out early (1:55, YES!), we had to go to fifth period before lunch. Alright, that works. So, I'm the 2nd period teacher's TA fifth, but I have to fill in the bass part, so I take out my [bass] pick, pick up the bass, and play for 31 minutes. During lunch, I listen to my CD player, and Mr. Standifer comes up, rips it out, and walks to the office. I was sitting there, like, WTF? THAT was smooth. So much for electronic devices on school grounds, even if it WAS Beautification Day ... a day we got to stay afterschool for extra credit (if we wanted it), and I brought it to listen to it so I'd have something to do unlike the year previous. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth period ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch-fiasco, I had to go into Algebra. I missed 10 out of, what, 30/40-something problems (or so?) on the previous night's HW, I did, like, the worst on that HW out of the entire class. So, I was distracted. Sue me. Seventh period. Gym. Nice basketball game, don't have to dress out this Wednesday, but I stop by the PE teacher afterclass. I learn I got a B. A B+. How the hell do you get less than an A in PE if you dress out and work hard EVERY FREAKIN' DAY!?! Oh, did I forget to mention I've gotten a B+ (89%) in Algebra? Yeah, more like a 91% 'cause of a mistake she made, but to get an A-, SHE requires a 92% or above. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, afterschool, I pick up my CD player from the office, get scolded by the teachers, and walk to Jaeden's, drop off my backpack and sh*t, and report back to school ... but the school announces its been postponed, because they're afraid too many kids are gonna get in the way of Home Depot painting the lockers. Bullshit. -_- So, I walked down to the skatepark between Jade's house and school. I walk down with him and Chris, as he breaks off to go home, Larry joins us. We walk down to the 'bowl' where the skaters do their tricks, and I watch. Jade lends his scooter to some kid, watching him go around the bowl as ... low-and-behold ... the police drive up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5-0, 5-0!" The kids screamed, as they began to pick up their items and leave, John leavin' Jade's scooter in the 
