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In high school, my friends and I made a handful of trips to a nearby, abandoned TNT plant. A lot of crazyness to be had that I won't go into, but there was an instance where a security guard was probably less than 100 feet away, requiring us to dim our lights. We sat there for a good 2 to 3 very tense minutes just waiting for the guy to move on. I'm very much a wet blanket, so the above and the related stories are pretty much the only irresponsible things I can draw from.

It's gotta be chapter 4 of G-Senjou no Maou. That climax at the end had me so pumped.

My new year resolution is to finish up my remaining 2 semesters of university on a strong note and look into finding an internship.

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Welcome to the forums.

Welcome to the forums. I hope to see you around.

Played some swtor yesterday with a friend of mine. I'm not convinced it's something I'm ready to jump back into it, despite me having quite a fondness for it. Still had a decent time though.

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An Evil Dead Christmas It was an unusual holiday season in two respects. For one, it was looking to be a white Christmas. Snow rarely falls around here and when it does, it rarely sticks. In the best of times, the sight of lying snow would have been an inconvenience. However in these circumstances it was more like a cruel joke, as if God is having a laugh by drawing a parallel between our lives and the falling snowflakes. I suppose it is kind of silly to wax poetic about the weather at a time like this, though. It is more than likely just precipitation falling with no consideration to the borrowed time we’re living on. Regardless, God-given or coincidence, I suppose this would prove to be a perfectly suitable setting to die in. Which brings me to the more unusual aspect of this Christmas holiday – it’s the end of times. The refuse of Hell has spilt over, bringing horrors both told and untold. Demons roam the earth in abominable, monstrous forms tailored in great exploitation of our fears. The bulk of them slaughter us in great numbers, raising an army of dead in their wake. Entire shelters, neighborhoods, highways, towns disappear overnight. Some of whose scenes are flamboyantly horrific, theatrical and calculated in its macabre. Others look as if the people inhabiting these places had only but vanished, not a touch of horror to be found beyond what lurked in our imaginations. Others take their time, savoring our dread and anguish as if it was a quality whiskey. They cultivate hope in us by allowing us small victories of which they delight in by demolishing and then building back up once again, continuing on until we finally know better. It is in such a situation I have found myself, tormented by my own personal demons – and that’s not a metaphor. I’ve lived an inexcusable life, succumbing to self-absorption and twisting and destroying the faith friends and family have put in me. I’ve lied and cheated on women. I’ve humiliated and degraded them. I had turned the devotion and beauty that the few good ones had given me into bile. And so here I am in some backwoods cabin in Tennessee, haunted by the specters of the women I’ve hurt. Inside the cabin, they call out, visit, and torment me. They remind me of the person that I am. They hound me to kill myself as befitting an alcoholic, depriving me of the one satisfaction I might’ve stolen from my tormentor. Meanwhile, the incessant groans of the monstrosities outside dissuade any illusion of escape. It has been three days I’ve suffered so, without reprieve. Not a wink of sleep to be had. It is now Christmas Eve. Those vile whispers to end it all have turned into a siren’s song. I’m wholly convinced and I have given in. I’ve readied a suitable end for myself: sleeping pills and alcohol. Just as I steel my resolve and bring the concoction to my lips, my breath is suddenly stolen from me. I grasp at my throat, confused and frightened. My throat has closed up. The demon won’t let it end. It’s pulling me back. It’s not done with me. Laughter washed over me, the laughter of those few women who cared. I awoke to a deafening noise and the splattering of wood. It was a gun shot, followed by a second gun shot. As I clumsily stumbled to my feet, the roar of a small motor elicited the agitated cries of all those things the lurked without. I heard the clamor of movement and the gnashing of teeth. As time passed, piercing shrieks fell on top of one another as they mingled against the sound of gunshots and a dull, laboring motor. I sat there, holding my breath. Not quite able to feel a thing, for surely this was just another trick. Eventually, the commotion subsided. For the first time in days, I had only silence. I hesitated to do what I did next, lest I pull myself away from this newfound reprieve. I approached the door of the cabin and clasped the handle tightly. What met me on the other side was a disheveled man covered in blood and mud with a shotgun in one hand and a chainsaw for the other. I stared blankly at him, unsure of what he might do and unsure of what I should do. He spoke: “Merry Christmas, baby!”

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I'm curious of just how successful it would prove to be, particularly if it's used to consistently fund/partially fund projects. I can imagine some reluctance people might have over the idea, as it could look like an already established business is simply using crowd funding to avoid cost of capital. I can see how it might be good in showing western interest and enthusiasm for the licensing of titles, but that would probably be better demonstrated by sales numbers. I think that it's a interesting idea and one that I would love to see work though. I'm all for the localization of more story-focused titles.

I like the items you've posted, especially the rooster. Very cool.

Played Starbound with a friend all day yesterday. Still very much enjoying the game.

Happy birthday, hotsauce2000. I hope you have a good one.

Made some headway into SMT IV. Really enjoying it so far.

Welcome, it's good to have you around.

I hope you have a good one, shcboomer.

There's no mistaking it, it very much is. I've heard alpha itself is supposed to last all of 2014, so it is still early in the game's development cycle.

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The music's not really my cup of tea, but its fits well and this is pretty much the only decent AMV/GMV out there for Catherine: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnYWKtTYjI4

Basically my thoughts. Feels mostly like DayZ (no surprise), but with a better interface and early access problems.

Little Busters not doing it for you?

Played about 4 hours of the DayZ standalone with a couple of buddies. It largely feels like the mod, but with a better interface. I'm looking forward to see how it evolves over the development process.