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So how fast will you be buying Resident Evil VIII?

As fast as I can say "choke me big tiddy goth vampire!"

Started to play the Metal Gear Solid collection pack. Since the games go from Mgs 3: Snake Eater, Mgs 2: Sons of Liberty and Mgs: Peace Walker I plan on playing it by story time line starting with Mgs 3.

I'm a happy motherfucker. 

Bloodborne’s Great Ones 100x100 Pixels Complete Collection

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My own lobotomy...

It's entertaining. To be honest I'm enjoying this whole thing. It's like an out of mind kind of deal, to which I am the surgeon looking down into the brain of a young man whose life is in my hands.To which is quite interesting since I'm performing my own surgery.

It's to my understanding that I do enjoy looking deeply into my life and how it spreads to others, effecting them. I have been quite a good man to many and to quite a few a mother fucker. To all, I agree with. I have been a paragon to many as possible. It's in my nature to be so. Whilst it's also in my nature to be a bastard to those who have it coming or to those who I believe deserve it. I find myself in the nature versus nurture ordeal a lot of the time. But in all honesty, I try to stay in line out of how I believe things should be. Then again this rule applies to every living soul to walk across the crusty earth.

As I dissect into the lobes and folds and vained grey bits of this young man I find that he's never really cared for much. That he takes life for what it is. A good joke. To me a good joke has a meaning and a good joke has a downside to it all.

So far all I can do is laugh at the irony, the bits of bullshit and how cliched the world is. Could my life be scripted? Written into a cheesey series of novels that some teens will read, thus pushing the sales into movie territory and thus a cheesey movie of my life will be made. I find that my life will be as it is while more will find it to be more than an average joe's. It's up to them to make me seem more than I am. In some other dimension or universe, I'm just character on a page. But in my dimension or universe I'm a self noticed teen who already cracked the fourth wall and yet hasn't the care in the world. Take in all the little things and make a big deal out of them. Take in the big things and make them as small as possible. Keep everything you love close and stay aware that you're still alive even though I find myself in situations that I believe wouldn't happen to a goof like myself. Such as coming across things like a great girl, a good moment or even a song to speaks to me. I find myself in the fourth wall conundrum where I think I'm either reliving a moment through death and through time (so it goes) or I'm dreaming.

A rarity this boy might be, but alas he's flawed and easy to pierce. Many young adults can agree with him, that is if they knew him before he was drained of what sense he has left, filled with chemicals and then operated on. Maybe he's a dying breed. Maybe he was an old soul. Time to preserve this specimen is running low.

This nostalgic bastard.

Lately I've been growing bored of the newest of new in the gaming world. Sure, I love playing whatever games I have for the current generation of consoles but to be honest, nothing beats what I had as a kid. Today, I had the urge again. To lift up my bed, to move some junk around and dig out the things that made my childhood so full of win.

As a wee lad I played with my brother's Nes and Snes. Though, I was around four and hadn't the slightest clue how to play his games I still gained some sort of insight of how to hold the controller, how to jump, shoot and so on with the help of my brothers and sister. Then it happened, Christmas of '98. My christmas this year was something that would set me up for being the nerd I am today. My presents consisted of toys (of course) and the one game I will love with all my fleshy heart-

The first time I played this I remember not having any idea on how to get out of the house, so I got help from my sister's friend. After that I sort of eased my way into the game and I figured it all out on my own. The amount of time I put into this game will probably best that of any other game I've played in the later years. Beating the Elite Four, my rival then getting Mewtwo was one of the best damn things of my childhood, seeing the cool pokemon and the intense battles I had in the game were highlights of my childhood.

My brother had gotten the N64 that same Christmas and he was on it just about every day of the week with his friends. I would hang out with them, curse with them and play Golden eye, Smash Bros, Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, Super Mario 64, ect. with my brother and his friends. The next year I would receive a blue N64 (like the first picture above) with two controllers, Pokemon stadium, Kirby and Rampage. All of which would rule over my youth and it still does much so into my teenage years. Late last year, I would pull my old Nintendo 64 out from the basement with the games my brother had and his controllers. I would clean it up and play it along side my friends. When I found it I greeted it like an old friend, I was filled with happiness and nostalgia. Not to mention I was smiling like a complete and utter dork too, but it didn't matter.

Soon, I found me and my friends playing with our old game boy colors and playing Pokemon Red then Pokemon Gold and Silver. We would have a night dedicated to playing our Nintendo 64, but as much as we wished it wouldn't end we had to pack up and go home.

As for my brother's Snes and Nes, they're lost to the ages, if he had them still, I'd dust them off and fix them up as best as I could if there were any wrong with them. I love the Nintendo 64 and my GameCube and my Game boy color, but I sadly have to put them away for now, since I have little room to put them. And yet they'll always have room in my heart.

Dunno why this reminds me of this one chick, weird...

every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them