First of all, you mustn't have read everything I wrote. I said I'm no activist, but I am very concerned about treating both animals, nature and humans alike.

Yeah, the only thing I regret doing when I was young was putting my finger in the side of a closing door, and the door clipped my fingertip right off. That I regret, and I have never once been cruel to an animal, except for mosquitos, who sucks your blood and other small insects that are pestilence...

And if you did these things when you were little and didn't know any better I might be able to forgive you, but otherwise...

And Carpet Cleaner - "even the smallest of persons can change the course of the future" - LORD OF THE RINGS. Think about that...

You don't seriously get your ideologies and inspiration from games and movies, do you? :eyebrow:

-_-;;;

While I suppose I can understand where you're coming from, Gameguardian, you do realize that you come across as some crazed fanatic pushing your radical beliefs on a bunch of otherwise normal(ish) people, right? I would agree that torturing animals is wrong, but at the same time I realize that it's a morbid fascination of most young boys for whatever reason. Most anyone who's piped up so far wouldn't go so far as to do such things now, and if they would, well, I'm sure they'll catch hell if they're seen by any real-life activists. Preaching things you in the end don't believe (read: vengeance on the sinners?) is just plain tacky.

I used to catch bees and wasps in a net and crush them with stones when I was younger. Reason? I had nothing better to do.

no, i get my inspiration from my upbringing and from my own mind.

I'm not one for torturing and killing things, but we do have a bit of a bullfrog problem out here. They aren't native, and they have been eating all the small woodland creatures. So, out by our pond in the gazebo, we have a pellet rifle. Whenever we see a bullfrog, we pop'em one. They usualy just drop like a stone as soon as you hit them, but sometimes they float around the surface, and if you come back in a few days, you can see them rotting and growing mould. Yum.

"Everything You Know is Wrong" -- "Weird Al" Yankovic, Bad Hair Day (1996)

THINK ABOUT IT...........................

Yeah, right.... It saddens me to see that no one saw this my way here on the General Discussion, but you just think about everything I wrote, not just outtakes and don't get stuck on a sentence or a word that bugs you, it's the main picture you must understand, and I won't say it again. And very substantial Bigblah, that really explains a lot, a song by Weird Al Yankovic...

And even if I do get my ideologies from games and movies, that's my choice and not your business...

And Carpetlady, I know that small insects like mosquitos feed larger animals, but I just need you to understand the big picture, not small fractures of it. And maybe you don't even have animal rights in your country...

Man, you make me tired...

I hope that you will one day understand.

And this I just say... what!?:
Fin.

I went through this sort of phase... but then I grew up.

I don't understand really Carpetlady, what's that supposed to mean!? Kill whom?

And what do you mean Render. Grow up!? these questions are important no matter how old you are, and if there is something I've learned, it is that people don't grow up (it's just a catch-phrase) but they only become larger babies... I'm 21 and I think I know of what I speak. And once more, this has nothing to do with growing up...

And if that's supposed to make me mad, I know where I stand, and I won't change my point of view for anything and I think I've made my point and we don't need to toss anymore stones, eh!?

Anyway, back in primary school my friends would catch grasshoppers and pluck off their hind legs so they couldn't escape, then keep them in their pencil boxes until they died. I had no part of it, since grasshoppers scared me.

I think the meanest thing I've ever done is ants with a magnifying glass, and I was more interested in magnifying glasses and leaves, because they smoked more and caught flame. I just wasn't a malicious enough child, I guess. That or I needed to have neighbors with evil pets to terrorize, or more rodents in my home, or something. I guess I fail at animal cruelty. :(

Why do you insist?

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And what do you mean Render. Grow up!? these questions are important no matter how old you are, and if there is something I've learned, it is that people don't grow up (it's just a catch-phrase) but they only become larger babies... I'm 21 and I think I know of what I speak. And once more, this has nothing to do with growing up...

And if this was the way, why can't people solve war by acting grown-up and not childishly by killing each other!? Even if there are children in war (sadly) it is grown-ups who decide what and what will not happen...

Because, Gameguardian, it is amusing to watch you flail around after this:

Pretty dramatic words, aren't they?

Yeah, I knew that would pop up sooner or later, but that was before I got this riled up.

The original purpose of the thread is still being met. You're the one going off topic and carrying this on to higher levels. As amusing as it is. This is one of those times that you'll want to agree to disagree and move on with what's left of life.

Did I also mention that I caught a shrew in a jar and rolled it down a hill when I was 5?

Since you're so fond of throwing quotes around from video games and litterature, I will resort to movies:
And Bigblah's got a point. It's hilarious to watch you get your panties in a twist over these somewhat innocent confessions.

Trying not to stray off topic, this reminds me of the time where I unearthed an anthill in an old tree stub (You know, when you've cut down a tree, the part left standing?)
I dug most of it up, poured gasoline on it and set it on fire. I really go a kick out of grilling those ants...

Yeah well, I won't be trying to convince you any further. And Render, do you call it grown-up to keep agitating someone just because it's amusing.

That, if something, is not grown-up...

Oh, and Kilroy, that last sentence you quoted me on wasn't from either a game, a movie or a book.

Oh, here's a great one.

One spring, my next door neighbors at college (also college students) had this massive ant infestation in their front yard. I mean, it was enormous. There had to have been thousands of ants crawling around the sidewalks at any given time. For some time, we kinda messed with it a little bit, stomping on the ground occasionally, prodding the entrances with sticks, etc.
A little while later though, one of the neighbors was a retard when greasing his car's bearings, and placed the grease tube behind the wheel of another car in the driveway. Needless to say, that tube was promptly squashed, all over their driveway. So, the other neighbors got the bright idea of removing all this grease by burning it away, which didn't go so well until I got one of my old t-shits to sop up the junk, and in true college fashion, set fire to it.
Being the "bright" individual that I am, I thought it would be awesome to drape the burning, polymer-soaked shirt over the ant-hill entrance.

Many an ant met a fiery demise that afternoon.

But that was not the end of their torment. Later that evening, the neighbors got the equally bright idea of boiling a large kettle of water, and pouring it into the tunnel entrances. Unfortunately, I wasn't around to witness this event, but the next morning, dead ant carcasses, numbering in their thousands, were strewn about the sidewalk.

A true ant holocaust was in our front yards.

You do know what you have to do in all those RPGs to save the get to where you can save the world, right? Kill things. Lots of things.

Living in a farm until I was 10, me and my brother got used to extreme violence towards animals at a very young age. Sheeps having their throat slitted, pigs eviscerated, rabbits hanged on hooks ... Mind you, none of this was done with cruelty. It was just a farm, and we were eating everything we were killing.

Kids are kids though, and one day that my grand father had a few ducks to slaughter, we asked if we could do it. We saw it as nothing more or less than a game, and we were all excited when the duck's blood spilled at us and their beheaded bodies ran all by themselves for 10 seconds. We were 9 and 6 at the time, and there are a bunch of other memories like that one. They're actually pleasant to remember, even if today, I'm unable to understand the kids we were back then.

At the same period, there were hens at my gardn mother's place. Me, my bro and my cousin loved to chase them. We would take long wood sticks and chase them away from one end of the huge garden to the other. Never actually hitting them, that was still really cruel, and we were seriously scolded everytime we got caught, which wasnt really often since my grandmother had no way to monitor what we were doing outside.

Still because of living in a farm, we hated rodents. They're a pain to have in a farm, and eventhough we had cats, there were still mice and rats. We often tried to hunt them with stones, but that never really worked. One day though, we found a mouse nest full of baby mice in a wall. They were a dozen, all resting in the confortable nest her mother set for them, looking all cute. Guess what? Our first reaction was to splatter them with our feets! That's one episode I'm real ashamed of.

Even more than the joy of killing the ducks that were going to die anyway and that we actually ate, killing those baby mice makes me feel uneasy to this day. Why though? Technically, it was the right thing to do, just as killing the ducks was.

I remember it took time for me and my bro to get used to the life in Paris when we moved from the farm when I was 10. That's when we became "normal" kids, I guess. =/

Quote of the thread.

Anyways, insects that bug me (haha, "bug" :P), be it mosquitos, wasps or whatever, deserve to die. Horribly. It's us against them.