Lucandrake

This remix, is beyond hilarious.

I'm beginning to realize more loosely what I want to accomplish. Although fear is still in place, the idea of changing my daily routine to fit a healthy lifestyle is required before I go full force with the plans up ahead. I figure that a man attempting to figure out art, is stuck with the question of self before realizing masterpiece. Ahead of this current challenge of my life, ahead a few years from now, I wish to only see what I should be doing, instead of what I don't want to do. If I see myself alone, I become isolated. If I see myself failing, I somehow fall to the ground instantly. If I see myself crying, I begin to struggle upwards for air at the unforeseen event that my tears had already drowned me in my own pool of depression. I shiver at the idea that my obsession with all things entertaining should remain pure "hobby" (psychiatrists read: addiction), for I see myself capable of producing great works of art on scales not known to the casual or norm. Within my own writing, I am constantly bashed for a more "conversational" approach than what it "should" be (a "pure" English to be read like a machine, screw your emotions, I want efficiency! I, the invisible man behind the curtain making sure you stay in line, demand for you to be as robotic in nature as robots themselves). For the very idiots that claim knowledge don't realize themselves that not a single person in this world really reads that way! But hey, this isn't meant as bash to the usual, conformity sucks but it's because I refuse to dye my coat white that I will forever remain the black lamb of the pack. This is being written to view some of the very concepts in my head. How I wish to push the generic with my own interpretations of story, and forever evolve them as well with new structure never before seen by the masses. I wish to create movies in first person views! Whole movies! Although the script has never been written, I have this idea of sticking the camera man through a holocaust camp, complete with vulgarity, blood, violence. Straight up emotional nuclear missiles that the hearts of the viewers can't take beyond the 30th minute for fear of they themselves turning into something dark (for ignorance is blessed, and the devils of the world still see themselves as angels). I view a game that has enough options to make the craziest rpg/adventure game fan cream their pants with semen! The same game capable of creating orgasms to the techies (who don't want to make games, they want to make the computer their bitch! For their psychological problems are probably comparable to that of policemen!) on both beauty and design. Last but not least a game that will forever shut the door between realism and T.V for you will never forget the one scene where your brother begins to cry within your arms (and no, you will not get this sentence unless potential is realized). Then I see a band capable of producing music for ALL ears. Forget heavy metal, forget punk, forget rap, forget classical, forget country, forget genres for fucks sake! I dream at night of a band adored by all, labeled as unlabeble(Fuck you English, you fit my needs, this is now a word), associated with nothing but everything at the same time! O how I wish to present examples, but in all honesty, I fear (I hate fear, and I hate that I hate) that it might be laughed at. But I fear even more, of seeing it done by imitators. I dream of bringing evolution to media, something that hasn' happened in a long time. Generic and Stereotype is the current label of all things entertainment. It's been done before, and originality is no longer present. Creativity has died, and I wish to one day be able to resurrect it. O, and don't even get me started on ideas for my writing.

http://www.storytron.com/ Try it out, I'm still reading the "How To Play", but it seems fun and interesting.

Erwin the server went down a few months ago, I doubt it'll reconnect if you try to log in now, and even if you did log in no one would be on.

Actually, the bible states that you are not the judge. Jesus himself goes above and beyond attempting to teach love as well (not hate). Anything being stated by these guys is completely hypocritical on their part.

That looks mad funky! How do worms do it?

Lol, I was laughing until I saw the little girl. Then I was sad , the old dudes are messed up, no reason they should drag a 4 year old in the process.

I was tempted to "buy" it. But considering it's a graphical heavy game, I won't enjoy it much.

It's all getting through. All the pain, all the sadness, all the fucking anxiety issues and stress. It's crawling up me like a determined solder aiming to strike down my very heart. I've been craving a "let loose", seriously. Booz, a fucking cig, some weed, anything! It's all crushing my mind at the pace of a recently married rabbit on a bed. I haven't slept well in over a week. I failed one class this past semester. The view of loneliness, despite the family and friends I've made this past year, doesn't want to go the fuck away. I've been holding back tears for the past two months, and the only reason is because I figured out that if I smiled they won't let out, figuring it to be strength, I'm really starting to doubt it and wonder if it's just confusion for weakness. The only things that make me numb are grinding on a game I want to stop playing, and eating food I don't want to fucking shove down my throat. My mind only stays quiet when I hurt myself, otherwise it asks why? Why am I here? Why is my family in a struggle that it shouldn't be in? Why is empathy a fucking bitch to learn? Why is it that by instinct I "choose" to hurt more then to love? Why? Why? WHY?! I can't set a single goal and this tunnel I'm in sheds not a single drop of light. I've been told that this is "growing up", but who the fuck wants that? You want me to hurt others in order to supply happiness to my life? My life of undeserving gifts and styles that would be put to better use to someone who appreciates the air they breath? I also realize that I'm cursing a lot in this entry, but I can't seem to stop shouting agony at the wall, considering that every time I let out another "fuck" the laughter in the background quiets itself down a little more. Letting loose the very monster meant to control others for happiness I myself have become victimized by the mental invention of God designed by me. The very idea of combing my soul with impure thoughts but pure actions is what considered forcing my drive to the "me of today". So far I've seen not a single ounce of emotional profit or desired efficiency that is worth learning to gain complete control over the beast of my sub-conscious. Allowing myself to a slave just a little longer for the only spec of hope that's been in me since the second grade. I can't fucking take this today, or tomorrow, or after-tomorrow, but if I don't I'll get kicked out of school and forced into man-hood despite my desires. I dream of being kicked out of my house to accomplish the same force without loosing a good chance at an education I know I need. I dream of my very father committing a fatality on my heart (for "Finish Him" has been in place for the past 9 years), so that I may have NOTHING to come back to. I desperately try to find myself in my own cave, knowing that the answer isn't real, that to find myself I first have to create myself. If anything I've become a hypocrite of my judgment. For I do nothing but state answers to the problems of your life while mine remains problematic. Fuck the world, on a day like today, all I do is numb myself out to ignore the shouts of the knife a few feet away from my hand. Fuck you all as well, this is me being real. Whether you dig or humiliate, I don't give a shit anymore.

Sounds sick, as scary as dreams are I enjoy them even in their darkest representations.

I posted some in the morning, I concluded that forming 5 threads a day would be best instead of flooding 20 in one day.

I know that before the hacker attempt (lame hacker attempt) the forum activity starting picking up for some reason. Anyways, now that the emulation website is back, everything feels stale... Now I know why GC put off the update for so long. It didn't really change much :/.

I play tetris in the crapper all the time.

I don't really get the whole thing with "the game".

BBC News So, what websites do you think will rise up and replace the "soon to be legit" PirateBay?

^All Manga related stuff, read at your own risk!

Destructoid I know most of you already have preferences on gaming websites. Some visit Kotaku, some visit IGN, GamerPro, or any other website that caters to your specific gaming needs that I'm unaware of. Well, I've been visiting Destructoid for the past year, and it's the only other website I can recall that I just sat down without desire or need. I just found it on GameTrailers one day, a week later I'm checking the site on a hourly basis. The editors have a great sense of humor, and the entire site has a bunch of goodies that get thrown around from time to time. It's just awesome. Example: They give away prizes (collectibles) usually once a month. A few weeks ago (during the shutdown) there was an art contest for the "SteamPunk" genre, winner got a $5,000 computer. O, and they mock stupidity greater then any other site I've ever seen.

I know this is borderline spam, or probably will be to the casual visitor here. But I intend to treat it seriously . I'm looking at the beginning of a day, the beginning of something that requires sheer will and force to brake through. Shouts of "no" and laughter do nothing but chain me up clamoring for me to admit defeat. In doing so, my soul (which I've regained many times), will be lost again. Yup, I got a pretty stale day ahead of me, gotta go to the school and fix my papers. Then I gotta unlock 2 cell phones and hopefully fix my friend's mac (and I have no clue how that pos os works). Just write your day, or your emotions, who cares, right something, take a minute to breath and view what you're doing. We all go through enough of the day in "robot" mode enough as it is.

I just wanted to show you all a band that's beyond popular. Millionaires Myspace whores, at it's best .

I've always realized from the beginning of my time that the mass amount of influences in my life have never been negative. While fear and pain constantly hover over my soul, the people around me have always been filled with the love I crave for to the point of insanity. It's remarkable that a human being raised in a house completely opposite of the casual emo stereotype turn out beyond depressed past the point of teenagehood. It's even more remarkable that this fear and pain I've let inside me, was constructed through a series of minor events that fill my day-to-day mindset more so the present itself. But then again you can argue that all of us are like that, instinctively, I believe most of us cringe to the sharpest points of our lives. Since that's my belief, and the truth is that humanity is cruel; then that leads us to the conclusion that the majority will only ever remember the darkest points of their lives. I know I'm supposed to be introducing myself here, expressing to you all the basis of me, of how I am, and who I am, but the whole point of this writing is to allow you to view who I am beyond the intro. Start a story with a hero and throw him into a challenge he fails, where then he continues the path of that who defeated him, continuing the cycle of pain we layed down the second we bowed to nature (for nature itself will never bow to us). At the end of the story, if his book ends with a grim expression of self (IE: The "lame" Star Wars Trilogy) then the character is forever viewed as a villain. Darth Vader would never again be viewed as the hero he once claimed he wanted to be. So throw away your "perception" of English and time lines, throw away your view of correction and language, for I'm here to show myself as a human being, try as I might, I would never be able to complete describing myself with the thousands of words in the art. But I will however allow you to view a glimpse of my thought, my heart, and my soul. So now that you know people change, lets get some things out of the way. There is no such thing as a "preset", some claim there are, but threw my experience in life, the outcome of one chasing "what was once lost" has been false hope. You are who you are when you are who you are. Just because yesterday you craved blood and went out and killed a pig, doesn't mean that today you won't be able to fight the crave and one day become pig killing crave free. Part of the reason for this rhythmic dance of words is to help describe the person I want to be tomorrow. My past does not present me today. So while I go in detail of it, do not claim me to be that today, for ignorance is a bliss that I decide to trust in only in the most crucial of situations. Something else to get out of the way, and probably the first description of who I am today, my music. My ears are a blessing I indulge on a daily basis, so are my eyes and my hands, although my body is a desired blessing, it's unfortunate that I was born fat. There are more misfortunes (like change) but that's meant for the rest of the book. Madina Lake, I charge you all to do a quick search on Myspace for this band, and whether you're a gangster or a rocker, I charge you to sit down and hear some of their songs. Listen to any of their songs, sit down, take it in. Now that you know what new-gen feels like, I'm going to go ahead and let some things out to further let you understand who I am. I want to start a band, I want to do something big, extraordinary, and unventured. I have idea's in my head of how to throw down some sick shit, and I'm also responsible for writing down beyond sick shit. Mixing my love for sound waves (on drugs) with the passion for the keyboard (or pen, I do write like a old person sometimes) will only produce sporadic sickness meant to be loved by all. "But Davis, how can you produce anything good when all you like are snot nose bands", if that's what you're thinking, charge yourself with ignorance. You're guilty of judgment (as am I on a daily basis), and you've officially declared yourself a higher being then me and seek to shrug off the words on the screen for the sake of your own pride. Congratulations, you're in pain. I can write about music for days, from the amazing lyrical content a few rappers produce (Lupey I'm looking your way), to the odd and quirky requirements for the dance poses in hardcore techno(try some Angerfist, it'll make energy out of thin air). But I don't feel like it right now. It feels like I've thrown enough of a serious aspect of my life on this entry, that's not my goal (however it will occur). I wish to simply express my adventure, as it unfolds beyond today.

Just saw the entire show. Gotta say, for a Western cartoon, I'm kinda impressed. Although at the end I got kind of scared they would throw mixed messages all around the board, it turned out alright. Plus all the subtleties are amazing, seriously the entire basis of the show is something extremely hard to pull off. But because of this I feel now that the movies will fail, seriously casting a generic cast will just make it stomp, although the argument can be thrown both ways, I still say it's just lame how everyone in the movie will just be thinking about the outer layer of the story.

O wow, it's a baby! Welcome back Shiba!

Well after playing this on and off it finally made me download Geometry Wars Galaxies for the Wii. I gotta say, the mass amount of levels and baddies will keep me entertained for weeks to come.

Wtf? Where is your head today? LoL! Bake a batch of 1Emu Oatmeal cookies

Where did you hear this? My bad, it was 2012. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pirates_of_th..._series)#Future