Ka-Chan

Pretty much, yeah. He became so busy laughing that I swapped subjects on him. And no, in my opinion I couldn't care less about how she looked- after the millionth time he's told me, it started to get a little old XP

I'd make a blog approval thing, but it just ain't my style. Regardless, I approve.

How about this? "Ol' Rusty" Engineer forgoes the ability to create any dispensers, sentries, or teleporters to be able to create a giant freaking battlemech. It takes several minutes to build and costs 500 metal. I'd go with that.

And now you can too. Trust me, it was enough to negate my friend's argument that his french teacher was hot. You're welcome~

Ever had one of them? You know, when you're in the middle of something and then suddenly feel the urge to go out and do a couple dozen life-changing things, but then realize you gotta finish this school assignment due tomorrow and have no time to do that? Yeah. I hate those moments.

Took the words right out of my mouth, dear.

Because I realized to stubbornly hold a grudge against a bunch of blue plastic space spartans at the age of 16 -Well, technically I'm 17 now but you get the point- would probably land me in a few Special Ed classes. Now, I'm still not into all that Emperor religious voodoo mumbo-jumbo they ramble on about, but it's part of their whole gimmick so yeah. Better an Emperor then some sort of goofy God. And no, the previous statement doesn't apply to the Chaos Gods. They are awesome. I'm refering to Gods in general, being an atheist and all. But I'm sidetracking. There are only two Space Marine groups I genuinely like as of now. The Salamanders and Blood Angels. I like the Blood Angels since they're a dying out group who is at the mercy of some sort of insanity-curse thing they have from their leader being killed by Warmaster Horus, the guy who gave birth to the Chaos Space Marines. Plus, I gotta defile convert some of those Sanguine Guard dudes for my Chaos force. They just look too cool. However, I've never been too fond of the color red -don't ask why, I don't know myself- and thus I wouldn't really enjoy painting these guys. So yeah, they're just a group with some interesting fluff. Next the Salamanders. Okay, these are the only Marine chapter I actually contemplated starting at one point. Between being actual heroes-of-the-people , being black guys with freakin' red eyes, having green armor and having a general pyromaniac obsession with fire, it's pretty hard not to like their gimmick. All the other Chapters are okay, but I'd still rather happily flatten them with Hammerheads, Monoliths or Demon Princes. Not to mention the Ultramarines will continue to make camos in my Death Guard army as general cadavers and victims getting blown to pieces/decapitated/vaporized/etc. Now, I'm off to do some schoolwork and then work on making Team THWOMP *Terminator Heroes With Ominous Manly Powerfists* for my Chaos army.

More importantly, ask yourself how he has that gun in mid-air. Is it because he also has no head?

I'm not leaving- yet at least. Or maybe I am and I'll just post consistently in my blog but do nothing anywhere else on the site. Who knows? Who cares? Where else am I to post my brain droppings? It's the 21rst century, dangit- keeping thoughts to yourself was several decades ago.

No seriously, nobody post here. Ever.

You do not need to be a Warhammer fan to see something is very wrong with this image. I dare not actually play a mission with that loadout for fear of my computer imploding. Yes, this is my screenshot from my game. It actually gave me "IMG" as a reward for one mission.

Despite years of childish ranting and raving against that Gurren Lagann anime, I always thought the redhead chick with the guns was awesome. And only now do I finally accept it. That's just terrible, ain't it? I'm so stubborn that if you shot me it'd take several years before I admitted it.

Okay, ever since I started taking these art classes I've realized I rarely drawn freehand anymore. No drawings of monsters, machines, chicks, disgruntled cartoon characters, nothing. The art classes have taken my creativity and smashed it, mashed it, and bashed it into this refined version that only knows about focal points, accents, values, geometric shapes and dusty still life items. Gee, I wonder why I'm so eager to revert back to my primitive drawing methods after learning all of these sophisticated art styles? Well, that and having an incompetent scanner certainly adds to the mix. Point is, believe me I'd love to be filling this blog full of all sorts of half finished sketches that grant insight into my twisted little mind, but I seem to have pulled the short stick. Not so much an excuse as much as an explanation.

Very plausible, although I remember it being clunky and slow even when I first got it over a year ago. But yeah, I ought to scour the hard drive for any data-heavy programs I don't use anymore. Either way, after all the time I spent on it in general the past 2 days, I really can't say I'm eager to play it.

This game. THIS GAME. COULD have been one of my favorite games. But when it effectively takes 20 minutes to load between missions on a computer that is capable of playing Crysis smoothly on maxed out graphics, you know something isn't right. When it says you've spent 14 hours playing a game and you know you couldn't have spent more than 5 on it, you know something isn't right. When you spend more time pacing than you do playing, you know something isn't right. When you spent 50$ on said game over a year ago and put another 30$ into it just to get a repeat, you know something ain't right. INEXCUSABLE I don't care who is at fault, the end product is still INEXCUSABLE I am never touching the campaign mode again. Let me know when the Necrons and Tau get an expansion. Then I might consider investing more time in this black hole of a time-consumer. No more of my vacation is going into that game.

Predator 1 had Arnold and the jungle. Predator 2 had Danny Glover, LA, Jamaican gang wars, I'm pretty sure Gary Busey, and a really cool ending that gave a lot more insight into the Predator's race. Definitely the second.

Well, what do you know? Predator 3 coming out in July. I really, really hope this guy knows what he's doing. We've already had AVP and AVPII tarnish both the Predator and Aliens credibility. I loved Predator and Predator 2- heck, I actually liked Predator 2 more than the first. This is either gonna make or break any hope of the sci-fi monsters making separate comebacks. We've all learned by now that AVP is the anti-thesis to Reeses Peanut Butter cups: Sometimes two great things don't go better together. Don't let me down, man.

Wow. Clone armies, psychic ghosts and mechs, oh my! That game well surpassed the 20 bucks I put into it two weeks back to give me something to do after extensive homework sessions. The funny part is I remember not being particularly fond of FEAR 1. Everything about the sequel kicked butt, though. The combat, the visuals, the voice acting, and the music. Even the plot actually becomes something impressive- Well, maybe not the plot, but rather the backstory behind Alma, the character that really holds the series together. Now, is it a great game that everyone needs to play? Not really. The FEAR games are a series you can overlook in the growing field of immersive FPS games, but if you're into horror or just a really well-polished shooter, you can't go wrong with giving them a spin. At heart, it really is just that- a standard FPS game; it has the shootouts, the sniping segments, the parts where you temporarily become a total bad motherhubbard and blow your enemies away, all that. But dangit, it does them in a way with an awesome and distinct flavor. Granted, this is also a very adult game as well- out of many video games I have played, I will say this is one of those games I wouldn't condone kids below 17 playing. Between the heavy language, explosive levels of gore and an ending that really will make you shiver in revulsion, it truly is for mature audiences. I mean, heck, I couldn't even find any site-friendly screenshots to post. But hey, if your idea of a good time-killer is blasting away at heavily armored clone troopers with some of the coolest video game music playing in the background as you dodge gunshots and narrowly avoid grenades in slow-motion, 20 bucks can't be spent any better. I'm not really going to bother with multiplayer since I don't expect it to be anything special, and let's face it- this isn't the sort of game you buy for that. But who knows? Maybe you might get hooked- maybe you won't. So yeah, that's all I've got, folks. Is FEAR2 the next Dead Space? That's a definite no, but it's still a fun little ride that balances action and horror quite nicely. If you want me to get really technical, I'll just break it down like this. Gameplay: Running and gunning in slo-mo, delivering roundhouse kicks to peoples faces and piloting mechs. What's not to like? The button-mashing grapple moments are rather disappointing events that often water down otherwise intense moments, though. It's fun, but nothing memorable in itself8/10 Story:Victimized experiment girl seeks revenge against an unsuspecting world. Not much here. 6/10 Graphics: The guns look awesome, the enemies look awesome, and an eerie atmosphere that you know you shouldn't wander into but that nagging bit of curiosity ropes you in. Cutting edge? No, but still a good looking game. 8/10 Music: Action in a first person shooter is a must- but what good is an intense moment without some epic music to heighten the mood? FEAR 2's soundtrack is easily one of the more noticeable parts of the game, delivering a really unique style that ultimately defines some of the sequences in the game. Maybe even one of my top 5 favorite soundtracks. 9/10 Overall: 7.5/10. It's a good game, but arguably so. Nothing you haven't seen before ultimately, and that's what holds it back from me giving it a more glowing review. Regardless, it manages to keep you coming back with it's unique skin applied to an all-too-familiar game formula. Don't buy this game with any high expectations, but trust me, it's still a fun game. Oh, and Alma? If you're gonna start the apocalypse, you could at least have the common courtesy to wear some freakin' clothes.

I just gave these two furry ingrates a flea bath last night, and now they're already crawling with them again. When I move out, I'm getting myself a non-mammalian pet. I'm thinking a macaw or something.

The Briefcase in Gman's possession is the most potent weapon on this green Earth. Everyone wants it, but nobody will get it.