I have a couple of crazy-days-ahead of me. I'll try and get a post up today, or early tomorrow.
Hillan
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I'm a writer - Lying's what we do.
STATUS: "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait." 2 yrs ago
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"When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.
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All right. Daddy's back.
Spent the day at the hospital. Not so nice. I'll get a post out and have Chuckie Cheese meth you guys up.
Spent the day at the hospital. Not so nice. I'll get a post out and have Chuckie Cheese meth you guys up.
I was gonna make a bigger post, but I feel like it's better to break it down into more bite-sized chunks.
For some, video games are just that. Games. For fun. Meant for people to relax with, an escape from reality. Perhaps even a way to create social connections. For Charles, it was none of these. For him, every time he pressed that big golden 'play' button, it was deadly-serious. It was a battlefield, every game was fought as if it would determine his entire life. In someways, maybe it did. Maybe that border around his icon in the loading screen determined his self worth.
Maybe, he only cared about how he stacked up to everyone else in life, depending on which of them had the highest ELO. Just like he judged people by their grades, how much money they earned, and just how smart they were. Strategy was all that mattered to Charles, both in life, and in League.
In a way, one could say that League was his life, while he wasn't a pro, the game was his biggest passion, a bigger passion than engineering or going to the gym. Certainly more important than him grabbing a couple of beers with friends - not that he had any friends. People weren't motivated the same way he was. They did not know what he wanted.
As he was wrapping up the game, the victory screen came up, once again, his team had clutched a game from the jaws of defeat due to his tactical brilliance and mechanical skill on his favorite character inside of the game. And with that, The Maverick aimed at signing out.
When he felt a dazing-sensation in his limbs, and his vision went dark, only for a second later erupt in a golden light - in a dark room.
Charles fell on his back on the wooden floor of the office space he kept his days - his small software engineering firm. He had gone home for the day 4 hours ago. How did he end back up here? What the hell is going on? Charles asked himself. As he climbed to his feet, he felt a weight on his back - from his waist, looking to his side, he was shocked to find the red tube-looking thing hanging from his waist.
What the fuck
My post will wait till tomorrow.
this pic also old as shit yo
U ain't got no alibi
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