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After going back to Newgrounds after a good 6 months away (boredom and no GOOD flashes does that), I sat down and watched some of my favorite flashes back from when I was lurking around there. Now, before the newest crash, I had a sig/avatar from this movie, which I liked a LOT.
This new sig/avatar is from the same movie, and I like it even MORE than the old one (if you remember it).
The only reason why I haven't switched now is because I'm eagerly anticipating Infernal's mod abuse. I am his bitch. ;_;
EDIT: I remembered something today.
I went into the arcade for the first time in like a week, and popped in my 50 cents to pwn Virtual On again.
Well... let's just say that with my best character, I lost a round to the second character (Viper II, who is USUALLY pathetically easy), COULD NOT FUCKING HIT Bal-Bas-Bow for shit (eked out a win both rounds, but it was the most challenging fight I've had in a while. STOP JUMPING YOU UTTER FAG), met up with Jaguarandi, whom we affectionately call Big Brother, and got my ass kicked twice (granted, Big Brother is the one guy whom I can never beat, but it's a non-issue because I USUALLY am good enough to skip him).
After class, I tried again, and won, thankfully. But Apharmd (the first guy after BBB) nearly made me lose another round, and I actually LOST a round against Fei-Yen (which is acceptable, since she IS the hardest character outside of the bosses, and may even be harder than Z-Gradt).
Now, Apharmd and Viper II had one thing in common: when they were in CC range and I was on the ground, those FUCKERS spammed the attacks in such a way that I couldn't retaliate. ;_;
I swear to God, they've upped the difficulty on that thing or something, because the computer has ALWAYS been CC-shy before. Sure, they'd counter-attack if you whiffed one and in range, but only Apharmd and Temjin actually actively sought out to do CC (and Temjin... well, let's just say that unless you have a hella good winning streak in versus, he's easy enough for a four-year-old kid playing for the first time to beat).
On the bright side, I'm getting better, too. I've learned a new fake-out with Dorkas' CC that makes his crouching Fireballs worth using, and I'm working on learning his special attack (which I have NEVER been able to pull off for some reason).
One of these days, I need to get a DC/PS2 and find the sequels to these games. ='D
Virtual On is the best game ever, and you know it.
The arcade at my college is pretty shitty. Almost every machine there is broken in some way. Our Tekken 5 machine is a pure ghetto mix of a Tekken 5 and a Tekken 4 screen, where the monitor is messed up so that it cuts off at the edges. Our MvC2 machine is notorious for giving out free games randomly, although they MIGHT have fixed that. Our Soul Calibur 2 machine is utter shit, where it was randomly freezing for NO REASON, and looks like it may be on its last legs. We have some weird-ass Japanese driving sim called Stunt Typhoon Plus, which is... well, it's shit.
Aside from that, we USED to have a Metal Slug 4 machine, which was PURE UNADULTERATED AWESOME, but it got replaced by the Tekken 5 machine. Did I mention that they opted to take out MS4 instead of Revolution X?
Yes, you heard me right. THEY FUCKING KEPT REVOLUTION X OVER METAL SLUG FOUR.
Anyways, we also have a Tekken Tag Tournament machine, which is pure lol for how terrible it looks (SCANLINES AHOY), and aside from that we have a pinball machine that recently had one of the flippers break, and Virtua Tennis, which replaced our older, yet still-working, second SC2 machine. ;_;
Have I mentioned that the face textures in that game are creepy as hell? Seriously, THIS IS THE FACE OF THE ANTI-CHRIST WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HERE.
But the one thing we DO have, is a Virtual On machine.
For those poor souls uneducated, it's a game where you play as a giant fucking robot. And you kill other giant fucking robots. And then you kill a BIG-ASS giant fucking robot, who conveniently has a cannon that can practically kill you in one hit. Which looks suspiciously like a dildo. What makes it unique, however, is that it has two joysticks that you use to play with. Both sticks have two triggers, one to dash in a direction and the other to fire your weapons. Each guy has three weapons that are different depending on if you're standing, dashing, jumping (done by pushing the joysticks away from each other), or crouching (done by pushing the joysticks towards each other).
Now, I am almost a god at this game. The boy I play with, Dorkas, is just... YES. I love him so much. It's SO easy to punish their attempts at dodging my attacks. And I can trap them so easily, too. And the DAMAGE I do with my fireballs. YES. The ONLY people I have trouble consistently beating are the cheap-ass whores who choose Viper II and spam the SLC dive, which tracks perfectly, does half-life damage, cannot be stopped by your fire, and can only be dodged by jumping (not easy to do, especially if they do it right in front of you), using a building for cover (almost impossible), or blocking it because it's technically a close-combat attack (more impossible than the second option).
Now, the machine's not perfect. The right side is fucked up so that it's almost impossible to jump (the right joystick won't work correctly, I think), and there are problems with lag and slowdown, ESPECIALLY with my character.
But the game is so good, so simple yet so deep, that I love it anyway.
Besides, it's giant fucking robots. How can you NOT love it?
One of the MANY things that I've tried over the years is writing. I've done all sorts of stuff, but I have NEVER, EVER been able to finish a story that was more than 10,000 words long. Hell, I've never posted a story that was over that to begin with. =\
With that said, I'm on the third chapter of my story, and I'm confident I've written at LEAST 5,000 words so far. And I'm nowhere near the end. =D
And before you ask, no, I won't post what I've written so far, because a) I'm actually rather embarrased by it, and b) I'm afraid that if I post something, it'll destroy what little resolve I have.
Here's a small preview, though, from chapter 1:
Spoiler:
Harry watched Sirius leave with concern, then turned back as the priestess walked over to Harry, holding the crystal.
Harry barely kept his nerves down as she slowly moved it down, but it did not pulse. Frowning, she once more moved it over the body, coming closer and even touching Harry in several spots on his body, but the stone remained silent. Finally, she sighed and turned towards McBride, shaking her head. McBride nodded, and said to Harry, "Looks like you're a bit of a toughie. The stone can't discern what you're suited for. However, it's just our primary method. We have others. Follow me."
McBride walked over to the wall, and pressing a hidden switch, a door opened in the wall and McBride and Harry walked into a room lined with weapons and various armor. McBride turned to Harry, saying, "This is the way that we test difficult cases like you. The weapons and armor that you see here are specialized training gear, imbued with enchantments that are designed to discover what you're suited for. To start off, take the cloth vest and put it on."
Harry did so, frowning. When he put it on, though, Harry felt... free, was the best way to describe it. He felt like he was just moments away from floating up to the skies. And by God, he felt smart! He felt like somebody could ask him any question, even a question of how to return to his home, and he could have answered instantly. McBride cocked his head, and asked, "Well? How do you feel?" Harry relayed his sensations, and McBride chuckled. "Definitely too light for you, then. Let's try the leather armor."
Harry took off the cloth, feeling disoriented from the sudden absence of freedom. He wanted to wear that cloth again, he wanted to be free, to feel that floating sensation. He looked longingly at the armor. McBride noticed, and frowned at him, before telling him "The longing you're feeling right now is why we don't use this as our primary method of testing. For one thing, it's slower, and the enchantments on these are incredibly powerful. In fact, most items imbued with enchantments like these have safeguards to prevent people who aren't powerful enough to control them from using such gear. Some gear, however, is better imbued than others, and allow you to wear them when you're weaker while still maintaining effects that may be greater than others." Sighing, he handed Harry a leather breastplate, which he put on. This time, Harry did not have the floating sensation, but he felt quicker. He felt like he could zip around the room and dodge anything that was thrown at him, and he felt like he could withstand what got through his speed with relative ease. This time, Harry automatically relayed his sensations, and McBride grinned. "Excellent, it looks like you've found the type of armor that you're best suited for. We'll come back to the armor later. Take off the breastplate, and take this sword." Harry did so, but the moment he gripped the blade, something felt... off. He frowned, and held it up. He felt stronger, and felt like he could withstand anything... but he felt like he couldn't use this sword if his life depended on it. Shaking his head, he handed it awkwardly back to McBride, who nodded and handed him an axe.
Once more, Harry felt off when he held the hatchet. He felt strange, though. He cocked his head, and examined the axe more thoroughly. He felt like he couldn't use it, as he had with the sword, but he also felt... different. He almost felt as if he should know how to use this. Shaking his head once again, he handed the axe back to McBride. McBride frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, peering curiously at Harry. He absently reached back and grabbed a small hammer off of the wall, handing it to Harry. This time, Harry grinned. He could use this as skillfully as any weapon, and he even gave it a few experimental swings. Harry looked up at McBride, nodding his head, and McBride paled a bit. He almost frantically reached back and handed Harry a staff. Once more, Harry felt like he could use this weapon. He almost absently twirled it around, and he felt powerful. He handed it back to McBride once more, who by this time, was as pale as a sheet. Gulping, he handed him the hammer again, as well as a shield. Harry took up both, and he looked down at the shield with another grin. He felt invincible behind this. He knew that any attack that came his way would be held back by this mighty instrument. He moved to give the shield back, but McBride shook his head and handed him a dagger. Once more, Harry felt off. He felt as he had with the axe, like he could use it, but not without being taught. McBride practically ripped the dagger out of his hand, and then handed him what appeared to be a glove with spikes on it. Looking at it curiously, Harry once more slipped it on, and then realized that this was a weapon. And once more, he felt off in the same way that he had with the axe and dagger. McBride took both glove and shield this time, and handed Harry a coat of mail armor. Shrugging, Harry slipped it on, and knew immediately that this wasn't for him. He struggled to move, and he all but growled with frustration as he overbalanced and fell down. However, he still felt as though he should be able to use it... but not now. He shook his head at McBride, who by this time was white as a sheet. McBride this time handed Harry a stone. Glancing curiously, he took it, and immediately three images popped up: a lightning bolt, a flame, and a snowflake. However, the snowflake and flame were hazy, and could barely be made out. Gulping, McBride took the stone, and sat down on the floor heavily. Harry, drunk with the aftereffects of the power and dizzy from gaining and losing so much power in such a short time, sat down heavily as well.
After several minutes, McBride was still as pale as he had been before, but Harry had mostly recovered. Finally, Harry looked up at McBride, and asked a simple question: "So what am I going to be?"
Truth be told, I can't help but think that I sorta suck as a writer. =\
ITE I swoon over my tires and complain about a lotta shit
URGH. BIG UNHAPPY TIME from the second I left the elevator in the parking garage. First off, some douchebag parked in the spot next to mine (that is marked off and so tiny that nobody can park in it), so that I couldn't open my car's door.
What'd I do? I keyed the shit out of his car and wrote him an angry note, leaving it under the windshield wiper. Dunno if the note will survive the rainstorm, but if it sticks and merges with his windshield, all the better.
Speaking of rain, my new tires are MEGA <3. I can practically stop on a dime (I tested), whereas before I would've skidded, done a doughnut, rolled over twice, blown into and through a semi truck carrying flammable cargo (preferably oil), crashed into and through an office building, fallen off a conveniently located cliff, and landed in a vat of radioactive waste lined with spikes and filled with sharks, complete with laser beams attached to their frikkin' heads.
But rain also brings up one of my biggest pet peeves EVER: people who drive with their headlights off in the middle of a rainstorm.
Now I'll be the first in line to admit that I'm no saint with this. Hell, I'm not even anywhere near a safe driver. I almost ALWAYS speed, I have a nasty tendency to weave in heavy traffic (although I'm not so bad I'll slow down the flow of traffic in the other lane to join in, and it DOES cut down MAJORLY on my commute time), and on the job, I oftentimes stop in the middle of the road to check directions, or a number that I need to call.
But while I will admit that in light rain, where I only need to flip my wipers on once in a blue moon, I keep my headlights off unless it's a long-ish drive, I'm not so stupid as to think that it's okay to drive in the middle of a storm, down the freeway, at 65 MPH, with my headlights OFF.
PEOPLE. WHEN YOUR HEADLIGHTS ARE ON WE HAVE A HARD TIME SEEING YOU. WHEN YOUR GRAY CAR IS DRIVING ALONG WITH THE HEADLIGHTS OFF YOU ARE PRACTICALLY FUCKING INVISIBLE. HOW HARD IS IT TO THINK "GEE MAYBE THEY CAN'T SEE ME" AND TURN ON YOUR FUCKING HEADLIGHTS?
Anyway, I got home, and discovered to my chagrin that the rain had done nothing to clear away the bird shit.
Now, I live in a condo with my parents. It's a relatively high-class complex, and while it's not gated or anything, we still have to pay pretty hefty homeowner's association fees to live there.
With that said, come spring, a LOT of birds have been hanging around our complex for some reason. And with birds, comes bird shit.
It's fucking nasty. Right in front of my door is at LEAST a dozen dried splatches of bird shit, and it's all over the windows, the walls, the garage doors, and my car has been shat upon at least four times, several on the windshield.
A little down further the walkway I take to get to my car, is a literal PILE of bird shit. It will not dry, because it is at least two inches thick. It is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen, and the homeowner's association is doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO CLEAN IT UP.
Seriously, they told us a few weeks ago to clear our patios so that they can powerwash them. How hard is it to do that again?
*sigh*
Oh well. At least I have WoW to show that not everything about life is utter shit. =P
In other news, my car got a flat tire yesterday. So I was driving around, delivering pizzas, on a shitty-ass ghetto tire (that needed to be pumped up for some ridiculous reason), going under 50 MPH for fear of busting the tire open.
Granted, I shouldn't be going over 50 MPH to begin with, but it's the principle of the thing.
On the bright side, this finally gave me the excuse I needed to get two new front tires (the old ones were going bald). 166 bucks from Discount Tire Company for their mid-range tires, plus labor and a certs program that basically lets me get new tires whenever the old ones fuck up, for free. More or less.
So it's Mother's Day, and my sister and brother-in-law come over.
I decided to read Moth's hilarious entry about P-Daddy John's to them, so I pull out my laptop, and turn it on.
"WINDOWS CANNOT FIND THE FOLLOWING FILE BECAUSE IT IS MISSING OR CORRUPT. LOLZ."
So a chkdsk, fixmbr, fixboot, and desperate attempts at band-aid fixes later, I give it up as lost.
I can't do an ASR because laptops have no built-in drives anymore (>=|), the repair console is fucking WORTHLESS, which leaves format/reinstall.
The worst part is that this has happened before. IN THE EXACT SAME WAY. The same fucking directory got corrupted, which is leading me to think that it may be a corrupt sector. In other words, God hates me and is taking his rage out on my hard drive. =\
At least the one thing I care about is recoverable (work on a story I've been writing). OH WELL, THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO USE YOUR LAPTOP, BITCH.
My car is going to be the fucking death of my wallet.
So yesterday, I was in the middle of a delivery, and I stopped and parked my car. Then, I decided I should reposition myself, and turned it back on, and tried to shift it out of park.
I couldn't.
After completing the delivery, I was finally able to get it out of park by using the Shift Lock Release. Checking the manual, it basically said "you crackwhore, take it into a Honda dealer and spend shit-tons of money. =D"
Wanting to spite the manual, I did five minutes of research online, and discovered that, surprise surprise, the culprit is.... the brake lights.
Go figure.
Anyway, I checked the fuses and they're okay. All the other lights, EXCEPT for the brake lights, and the indicator light for my car's alarm, are working perfectly.
So in other words, it's something that I cannot fix.
And the worst part is that I have work, where I need to drive the car, AND school, where I need to drive a car.
