fgfdsafasdaI really don't know why I come here anymore. Everything is so different, feels like I'm signing into myspace or something with how dead it is. Bleh. Not like facebook isn't becoming the same for me. Sucks.
Ya'know what?I'm gonna type up a good-mood journal for once. About VIDEO GAMES D: So as you all should know by now, got that new sexy computer. And it can run quite a few games that have been released in recent years, games I've wanted to play but couldn't. Anyway, long story short, got sucked into the whole Steam thing, which I hoped to goodness wouldn't happen. Welp it did, and them sales were too tempting. So, quick-reviewing the games I've played in recent weeks-
Mirror's Edge - The game that made me install steam(5 bucks for a game I've wanted to play since its release... yesplz). Game looks AMAZING but you can tell that from just watching any of the trailers. Gameplay wise is extremely fluid and smooth, I went in expecting a variety of complex key combinations being necessary to do some of the parkour stunts, but fortunately just about everything can be done using just the movement keys and space bar. You really feel the rush of bullets shooting past you, and the dire need to get to your objective, especially as the story develops. The one downfall to the game is simply the length. It's a game about speed, you want to complete levels as fast as possible. And there's only 10 of these(albeit beautiful and moderately large) levels. But that didn't detract from my fun at all, amazing game, would buy again.
Terraria - Well I got sucked into Minecraft, so why not Terraria too? This game has a lot going for it, with a pretty nice roster of items that do cool stuff and make playing the game more fun... but the problem is, you don't get most of the cool stuff till well after more or less "completing" the game and establishing a foothold in your world. I felt zero initiative to build things in this game outside of 'homes' for the NPCs that can move into your world. I just had no use for them, a hole into a cliff that went down into a cave was more than enough for me, since I spent probably 30 of my 39 hours of this game underground spelunking. On that note, spelunking is pretty amazing, random treasure chests and plentiful enemies keep it exciting all the way down, and the danger increases the lower you get, as it should(something minecraft should follow...). However, due to the nature of the 2D view... it's pretty much impossible for something to get a jump on you, removing that creepy-cave-in-the-dark feel that minecraft emulates so well. Still, pretty fun game and I got many hours out of it. Reccomended for adventuring types that don't mind grinding for equipment.
Fable III - Didn't get a chance to play the 2nd, loved the first. I really liked Fable 3 on the whole, but it definitely was lacking in places that it shouldn't have been. You no longer have a choice of interacting with people as you please, rather the game flatly gives you the chance to be nice, mean, or just dumb, with no inbetweens. Not a huge gripe though. The combat is... exceptionally easy and straightforward. Hack and slash is a pretty accurate term here, minus the ability of using guns and spells(which there is a pitiful amount of.) Those aside though, the story is fairly compelling though lacking drive at times. You do some rather menial tasks that don't seem really helpful to moving you towards your goal. But my favorite feature of this game is the decision making. In Fable 1, your decisions were usually quite blunt, black and white, good or evil. Fable 3 challenges your moral views and presents you with far harder to make decisions. I found myself pausing and thinking a decent bit before most of my decisions, and I like that a lot about this game. Definitely worthy of multiple playthroughs, though still not quite up to the bar set by Fable 1.
S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - I'll be honest, I suck at this game. You play the role of a crawling piece of jello armed with a fork and knife, trying to make a living in a post-apocalyptic setting. Basically the case. The world looks really impressive, the guns are cool, but combat... I spend more time reloading quick saves than I do actually shooting at stuff. Your accuracy is pretty horrible compared to the dead-on aim that most FPS games give you, and your ammo is limited. Additionally, you bleed everytime you get shot*shock!* and if not patched up, you can die from the health loss. Which makes bandaids a very, very, very important and limited resource. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this game yet, it definitely needs a lot more time put into it to really experience the horror. But for now, it's rage-quit material.
F.E.A.R. - Ah here we go, a FPS where you play as an unstoppable cybernetic human with godly aim and super strength! Oh wait this isn't Halo. Honestly, I love this game. The atmosphere of the levels is pretty great, and the weapons are small in number but fun to use. If it's your first play through of the game, you'll probably fall into the mindset that I found myself in: "Ok. Beyond this hallway something is either going to jump out at me and make me jump in my seat, or a squad of soldiers is going to ambush me and drop my health down to 10. HERE GOES!" Curiosity really can get the better of you in this game, and it's all a part of the fun when you find something, good or bad. The story is confusing as information is given in fragments, but it's all mush anyway, you got stuff to shoot at so at least you're kept busy. That said, I don't see myself replaying this game anytime soon. The scares are mostly one time shockers, and being armed with the knowledge of what lies ahead really detracts from the fun of the game.
ha.ha.ha.Here's some of the things my mom just said to me: "I don't want you going to school if you're going to hate me." "I don't want you to go to school anymore." "I didn't make you go I wanted you to do what you wanted to do."
It's so hilarious, I can hardly contain my laughter. Please tell me you see how big of a lying sack of shit she is.
Yesterday I thought I had things figured out for the next 4 months. Today I don't know what the hell is going to happen again. Fuck this life.
A Minecraft TaleSo today was possibly my last full-on day off for a long time. As such I spent it doing nothing - started lurking the interbutts. Saw a thread on /v/ promoting someone's minecraft server that was just starting up. So I joined in...
Things started off like the majority of servers I've been on, an initial scramble for resources and the building of a cramped community house for everyone to hide in during the first night.
But there was like 10 of us in that house, and someone decided they needed fresh air, so they opened the door and a Creeper waltzed in and blew up our party. Fastforwarding an hour or so...
In our new spawn we began reconstructing our soceity amongst the trees. A few chose to make their home in the skies. During this construction period we had a few new comers, who were promptly teabagged in their sleep -
The new town was looking great, then the server admin, who had been building his home in the sky, declared that all filthy ground peasants were to be his slaves, and that he was to be our skylord. This did not sit well with us, so we ignored his proclamation. Besides, we had other things to deal with - (that's a before-n-after of 3 people getting chased by a supercharged creeper in a lightning storm, which then exploded and made a sizable crater.)
During this time the Skylord had been spawning himself blocks of tnt and began raining down on our beautiful homes with exploding death. While the others ran around trying to avoid the explosions, I began my sneaky descent up the skylord's waterfall, the only method of reaching his sky castle. I was armed with 2 things, a sword, and a bucket full of lava. While the skylord lined up TNT to drop, I crept up from behind and dumped my bucket of lava on his head. A decision I would soon regret...
I had been lighting his entire sky castle on fire using the lava, but lo and behold, the holes it burned provided drains for the lava to seep down into the town below. While the skylord had been overthrown, the damage to the town was not nearly at an end.
Realizing there was nothing I could do to stop the damage I had caused, I figured I may as well have some !!FUN!! I dropped fountains of lava everywhere, the houses below were doused in it and all wood caught fire.
And so, long story short, the peaceful town and its denizens broke into anarchy. With no ruler other than a mad man in the sky dumping searing heat onto their belongings, what else was there to do?
Thus the unnamed town disappeared from the face of Minecraftia, and those that had been afk came back to a shocking surprise.
Aside - I didn't take very good screenshots but it was tons of fun, especially when people started building up towards me to try to stop me, only to receive a bucket of lava on their head.
...There are lots of things that don't sit right with me in this world we've created.
And there's a lot of things I hate as a result.
Some things I really hate include: -being blamed for things that I had no control over, that were forced upon me -lose-lose situations -unreasonable people -ignorant people -unreasonable people -people that don't listen to the whole story -ignorant people -unreasonable people -my family
And now I'm going to dwelve into the confines of my mind and share some things about myself, as I see them. They won't be pretty. If you yourself are going through a rough time in your life right now, as I know at least one of you are, I can gaurentee you'd benefit from not reading on.
I was around 8 when I learned what most 'grown-ups' either didn't understand or chose to ignore. That thing is that life, and stuff in general, will not always work out for you in the end. There is not a god or deity that has some grand plan for you that has a few bumps for you to overcome but ultimately there will be a better tomorrow after it. Again I emphasize that this how I see things, not the objective truth.
I learned pretty quickly, don't remember what age, that I wasn't going to have an easy life compared to the kids I grew up around. The earliest years I remember were spent in one place. I had a home, a house, and I had a family. My older brother and sister came and went as they pleased. Both were high school drop outs. My dad was around at nights, he worked during the day. But he was around at least. My mom was the one home the most, I grew really fond of her. There were lots of fights between everyone, sometimes multiple everyones, I got really scared at night sometimes, but I knew that when I woke up there wouldn't be shouting and things would be like normal again. I was pretty content with life as I recall.
My mom called for a divorce with my dad at some point. I don't remember the exact reasons. I knew what a divorce was, I just didn't understand all its implications. My dad wouldn't be around anymore, at all. I'd see him on occasion. That was ok, it wasn't like he died or something. Besides, I liked my mom more.
And I guess that's where it started. I wanted to make sure I didn't mess up like my dad, sister, or brother. Since my mom was the only one who seemed to really care about me, I resolved to do my best to be able to take care of her when I could too. She told me school was important and got me a head start on my education by having me learn to read before I even went to kindergarten. I focused on school and made sure that when I was there, I was doing what I needed to. I became my family's first 'A student' quite fast. That continued on after the divorce of course, that didn't change much really.
But I had come from a family of 'just do enough to get by'ers. It was inside me and I couldn't change my genetics. Still, school was easy for me. I didn't focus my attention on new toys or being popular, because I realized those were fickle things and I didn't really need them, nor would I get them if I tried for them.
The moving started in 2nd grade. I lost my first friend. I cried on the last day of 1st grade because of this. The second move happened midway between 3rd grade. I again lost an even better friend. I didn't cry this time. It was too soon afterwards, maybe I was still recovering anyway.
The next move occured halfway through 6th grade. I was devastated; I had grown so attached to my school, I had made more friends than I had ever before, and I was even working up the courage to ask out my 2 year-long crush(hah, puppy love). This move was different. We weren't moving to a different town, city, or county. We were moving to a different state. I remember the big catalyst to this move. It was my family. My mom had too many arguements with her mom and my older sister, a 'whose side are you on' battle formed. My mom couldn't take it so she wanted to get far away from them. She loved Hawaii, we vacationed there many times. So why not. We left our home of 3 years behind and moved again. This time we would be renting though.
Lo and behold, this too would not last. As it turns out... Hawaii is really expensive. The rent was high, and my mom didn't like the people at the hospital she worked at. But... where to move? Not somewhere in Hawaii, still to expensive. So she did what she thought would fix things. Crawl back to her mother, ignore my older sister, and live in Arizona again. And so it was. We moved back to my old neighborhood. I met up with old friends from elementary school. I had EVEN MORE friends quite quickly, and good ones at that. Life was, simply put, amazing. I had my home again. And I was getting ready for high school, the pinacle of my 8 years, what my good grades would amount to to launch me even further. But this too wouldn't last.
It happened fast. My mom got a new job oppurtunity at a different hospital in Hawaii. Turns out she'd been looking all this time. That summer in between high school we quickly packed our things and moved. I waved good bye to my best friend of 3+ years, the longest I had known someone. He didn't look back when he rode home on his scooter, I thought I caught tears going down his face. Something that would be happening to me later that night.
I'm just going to skip ahead and say I adapted to high school as I had been trained to. I tried to keep my grades up but during those few years past I had changed. I no longer prayed to a god for guidance, I no longer had any hope for the future being a better tomorrow. All I had was my brain and my still engraved love for my mom and my determination to make her proud and become someone who could take care of her when she was old. I heard engineers made lots of money. Money is good. I would become an engineer then.
...There are lots of things that don't sit right with me in this world we've created.
And there's a lot of things I hate as a result.
Some things I really hate include: -being blamed for things that I had no control over, that were forced upon me -lose-lose situations -unreasonable people -ignorant people -unreasonable people -people that don't listen to the whole story -ignorant people -unreasonable people -my family
And now I'm going to dwelve into the confines of my mind and share some things about myself, as I see them. They won't be pretty. If you yourself are going through a rough time in your life right now, as I know at least one of you are, I can gaurentee you'd benefit from not reading on.
I was around 8 when I learned what most 'grown-ups' either didn't understand or chose to ignore. That thing is that life, and stuff in general, will not always work out for you in the end. There is not a god or deity that has some grand plan for you that has a few bumps for you to overcome but ultimately there will be a better tomorrow after it. Again I emphasize that this how I see things, not the objective truth.
I learned pretty quickly, don't remember what age, that I wasn't going to have an easy life compared to the kids I grew up around. The earliest years I remember were spent in one place. I had a home, a house, and I had a family. My older brother and sister came and went as they pleased. Both were high school drop outs. My dad was around at nights, he worked during the day. But he was around at least. My mom was the one home the most, I grew really fond of her. There were lots of fights between everyone, sometimes multiple everyones, I got really scared at night sometimes, but I knew that when I woke up there wouldn't be shouting and things would be like normal again. I was pretty content with life as I recall.
My mom called for a divorce with my dad at some point. I don't remember the exact reasons. I knew what a divorce was, I just didn't understand all its implications. My dad wouldn't be around anymore, at all. I'd see him on occasion. That was ok, it wasn't like he died or something. Besides, I liked my mom more.
And I guess that's where it started. I wanted to make sure I didn't mess up like my dad, sister, or brother. Since my mom was the only one who seemed to really care about me, I resolved to do my best to be able to take care of her when I could too. She told me school was important and got me a head start on my education by having me learn to read before I even went to kindergarten. I focused on school and made sure that when I was there, I was doing what I needed to. I became my family's first 'A student' quite fast. That continued on after the divorce of course, that didn't change much really.
But I had come from a family of 'just do enough to get by'ers. It was inside me and I couldn't change my genetics. Still, school was easy for me. I didn't focus my attention on new toys or being popular, because I realized those were fickle things and I didn't really need them, nor would I get them if I tried for them.
The moving started in 2nd grade. I lost my first friend. I cried on the last day of 1st grade because of this. The second move happened midway between 3rd grade. I again lost an even better friend. I didn't cry this time. It was too soon afterwards, maybe I was still recovering anyway.
The next move occured halfway through 6th grade. I was devastated; I had grown so attached to my school, I had made more friends than I had ever before, and I was even working up the courage to ask out my 2 year-long crush(hah, puppy love). This move was different. We weren't moving to a different town, city, or county. We were moving to a different state. I remember the big catalyst to this move. It was my family. My mom had too many arguements with her mom and my older sister, a 'whose side are you on' battle formed. My mom couldn't take it so she wanted to get far away from them. She loved Hawaii, we vacationed there many times. So why not. We left our home of 3 years behind and moved again. This time we would be renting though.
Lo and behold, this too would not last. As it turns out... Hawaii is really expensive. The rent was high, and my mom didn't like the people at the hospital she worked at. But... where to move? Not somewhere in Hawaii, still to expensive. So she did what she thought would fix things. Crawl back to her mother, ignore my older sister, and live in Arizona again. And so it was. We moved back to my old neighborhood. I met up with old friends from elementary school. I had EVEN MORE friends quite quickly, and good ones at that. Life was, simply put, amazing. I had my home again. And I was getting ready for high school, the pinacle of my 8 years, what my good grades would amount to to launch me even further. But this too wouldn't last.
It happened fast. My mom got a new job oppurtunity at a different hospital in Hawaii. Turns out she'd been looking all this time. That summer in between high school we quickly packed our things and moved. I waved good bye to my best friend of 3+ years, the longest I had known someone. He didn't look back when he rode home on his scooter, I thought I caught tears going down his face. Something that would be happening to me later that night.
I'm just going to skip ahead and say I adapted to high school as I had been trained to. I tried to keep my grades up but during those few years past I had changed. I no longer prayed to a god for guidance, I no longer had any hope for the future being a better tomorrow. All I had was my brain and my still engraved love for my mom and my determination to make her proud and become someone who could take care of her when she was old. I heard engineers made lots of money. Money is good. I would become an engineer then.
So just doing an update journal since it's been a while.
Classes start up tomorrow. I'm going to one, to see if I can afford it basically. (Spoiler: I can't. ) Mostly doing it for my mom's sanity because she's the one forcing me to go to college unprepared financially. She has it in her head that if you don't go right away, you will never ever be able to go. Period. This is what I live with. I should(hopefully) be much, much, much less stressed out and relaxed in a few weeks time, once things have all settled down and I'm either a.) waiting to go to college till I can afford it, b.) taking my class and working on the side and somehow having paid the tuition and fees, c.) on the streets with no future ahead of me other than jail, or d.) something else that I can't fathom at this point in time.
I really wish I could fastforward 2 weeks...
anyway in other shits, my new computer is still awesome as could be. Been playing starcraft 2 some with Joshypoo and minecraft a lot with Thrynnypoo. All smoothly with no framerate issues~sogood. Also starting up some Freelancer again lately because SPACESHEEPS R AWZUM and it's fun.
And work is pretty shitty but it's not really hard and I need the money so I can't complain there really. And um. I don't know what else to say.
So just doing an update journal since it's been a while.
Classes start up tomorrow. I'm going to one, to see if I can afford it basically. (Spoiler: I can't. ) Mostly doing it for my mom's sanity because she's the one forcing me to go to college unprepared financially. She has it in her head that if you don't go right away, you will never ever be able to go. Period. This is what I live with. I should(hopefully) be much, much, much less stressed out and relaxed in a few weeks time, once things have all settled down and I'm either a.) waiting to go to college till I can afford it, b.) taking my class and working on the side and somehow having paid the tuition and fees, c.) on the streets with no future ahead of me other than jail, or d.) something else that I can't fathom at this point in time.
I really wish I could fastforward 2 weeks...
anyway in other shits, my new computer is still awesome as could be. Been playing starcraft 2 some with Joshypoo and minecraft a lot with Thrynnypoo. All smoothly with no framerate issues~sogood. Also starting up some Freelancer again lately because SPACESHEEPS R AWZUM and it's fun.
And work is pretty shitty but it's not really hard and I need the money so I can't complain there really. And um. I don't know what else to say.
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