Bits and Pieces
December 14th, 2011My, as the worm turns, we grow older.
Before I knew it I was about 14 years old not knowing exactly where I was going in life. I still feel like I’m 14 years old going in some odd direction I felt like I was suppose to years ago. Though, the system concept I try to downplay on a daily basis in the form of art and in the form of a social expression; it’s a sort of feeling I express personally because I feel like there’s still a lot to do.
By that, I mean look how far YOU’VE come. I bet you’re an okay person, and I bet you do okay things, but do you really have a job? Do you even care at all? Do you even bother? What I’m really trying to ask (and tell you) is that: what the fuck are you trying to tell people? I know people can hold it against themselves to ask “difficult” questions (which is absolutely bullshit I hear from people that almost taught me to not bother ask them), but if you don’t ask them, you won’t get anywhere. Why this? Why that?
And as you assume answers, your life becomes repeat. You are content with cycle – and why shouldn’t you? Well, as the worm turns my friend, Time ticks up, and you rely on it to tick down. You fail to laugh with, therefore you laugh at. Directing fingers wasn’t quite your style, was it?
I feel like people enjoy doing things manipulatively, but the intelligent person inside of me tries to associate the entire concept as subconscious innocence. I guess when you feel you had something robbed from you, being pulled on a chain can feel so enticing, but you realize there’s no more collar, and you’re free to roam. You risk your neck, although, aren’t you so much happier wandering aimlessly in a busy highway, full of speeding metal and danger?
I started all of this (my awesome kingdom of dirt) when I was 10 years old and I learned what the internet was and I learned what RP was. I come from one of the first circles utilizing the ‘kawaii’ faces/emoticons, because I was introduced into RP in the 6th grade. I remember COUNTLESS hours of this. 11 years, and how much art do you think I uploaded? Quite a bit, actually, probably even more than you.
Considering all the pixel art I’ve personally custom drawn/edited, the levels I designed, the music I pieced together (still producing/learning), animations I’ve made (and subsequently uploaded), the stories I’ve written, drawings I’ve scanned, pictures I’ve photoshopped, games I’ve coded, the RP, the MMOs, the online games we’ve all lost track or our minds in, the K/D ratios, the constant bickering on voice chat, Ventrilo servers, Teamspeak servers, Medal of Honor/Call of Duty servers, the shitty Xbox Live service, the PSN, and all the shit I’ve uploaded for scores…
I kick your ass.
I am a fucking god at anything that I want to attempt (video game wise, anyway). I am 21 years old. If I kept doing the daily routine of practices I have now for four years and learn something actually useful that lands me an ACTUAL job (one paying over 100 grand a year), I am going to retire early at 35 and become a master of video games and something in music.
I’m awesome. I won’t lie, I honestly think that Spose song “I’m Awesome” is about me. I think the patheticness that surfaces in the song’s verses and ironies and cheesiness exclaims a lot about me, but you know what? I don’t care. I’ll kick your ass at Tetris, I’ll live longer than you on Dead Rising (1 or 2), and I can show you what I’m made of at ANY Mario game EVER MADE. Even new ones. I don’t even play new Mario. New ANYTHING sucks. You have to understand new games are just monikers for, “we want money, give us your shit because we produced this shit and probably blew most of it on coke and grape soda.”
Shit’s child’s play, man. I’m done taking my break, I think. I’ll show quite a few people exactly what I’ll do before my life turns into a “downward spiral.” No offense, but unless I’m shooting heroin and calling you up about hookups for meth, I think I’m doing fine.




Totally not suspicious, at least not in Japan.
It’s called an “Evoker” in game, although it never explains why it’s a gun.
Once again, a common occurrence in Japan aside from giant fighting robots. 
Your equipped persona levels up independently from you, so be sure to choose wisely. 

