Vault-Tec, the great company responsible for the building of our, and other Vaults, has produced a minute-and-a-half TV Spot, advertising placement in out Vaults!
Visited the flea market on Sunday, managed to find a couple cool little retired pieces, including a couple Star Wars polys I needed for my collection! Overall, spend $65 Canadian; I think I did pretty well!
But yeah, this game is spectacular. Any 360 owner should have it, 'specially if you have Live.
Oh, and speaking of Live, if you have this game, or other sweet ones you'd figure I'd have, add me up: CrimsonxJester. Just make sure to PM me letting me know, first.
Some new lyric I wrote today, out of boredom. Nothing spectacular. Based on a 19th century short story, called 'Young Goodman Brown'. Leave some feedback.
A darkened forest
Its very limbs wail with greed
And tonight, I've come for an evil deed
A twisted snake
It's eyes so full of hatred
And I'm beginning to regret this decision
Loathful brotherhood of pious souls
Macabre faces, this is not my home
Frozen hearts, away with morality
A bitter congregation with evil Himself
Salem has become ######
Breaths; sharp
Uneven amidst the burning brush
I run from those I'd grown to trust
And my dearest Faith,
She's counted among the casualties
Her spirit lies amongst swirling smoke and stars
My loyalties lost to all
Carry this burden
The weight, it crushes my spine
Every step, another threat
For on that night I lost my mind
Let this be my [it may not be filtered, but you still can't use it. -Shine]
And I'll carry it to my tomb
So, I totally catastrophically wounded my foot yesterday.
Convinced it wasn't too bad, I went to a walk-in clinic, and the doctor was all 'OMGWTF!? GO GET X-RAYS! UR FOOTS BROKEDED!'. So, form in hand, I go to the hospital, and get all radiated. The radiologist is convinced it isn't broken, and that I'm fine. And yet, my foot is still massively swollen, in copious amounts of pain, and thoroughly bruised.
The rain begins to pour
As the artillery starts to roar
Soothing ringing in my ears
Their screams I need not hear
The water's red with blood
Bodies sinking in the mud
Tombs amidst the dirt
An atonement to the earth
Another falls beside me
My eyes are glazed with death
When from No Man's Land
Comes burning dragon's breath
My lungs begin to sear
My flesh falls from my bones
A vicious reformation
In death I can go home
Committed to the sea of stone
The place where bloodied poppies grow
There is no life, nothing to show
All sacrificed
All glorified
Their crosses in a row
Now take up my burning torch
Breathe life upon my grave
For every place my body's scorched
To show just what I gave
And in the place a man once stood
Carved upon the trenching wood
Scrawled out with a bayonet
And this is what it read:
For life, we fall
From death, we rise
For we, the heroes
We don't die
I've been dreaming every night about strangling all of you
I need some answers now
I ask you a question, you must answer
I want to know who is he is
You need to tell me
I can't take this anymore
If you don't give me answers, I'm going to chop you into little piece
Hotwheels, miniature trains, Tinker Toys... I'll burn you all down
Now we are going to do
Something extremely fun (yeah!)
We're going to play (let's play a game!)
A wonderful game called, "Who is your daddy?"
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Does he fix cars that women crash?
Or does he live in New York and drive a cab?
Some of your daddies just work a normal boring desk job
But one of them is a drug dealer and I am really a cop
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Does he fix cars that women crash?
Or does he live in New York and drive a cab?
Yeah!
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?