hot  /  reviews  /  videos  /  cblogs  /  qposts

FRESH MEAT  
|   FROM OUR COMMUNITY BLOGS


ChillyBilly's blog


6:45 AM on 08.20.2015

Alright. Let's try this whole "being awake and being a productive member of society" thing again today. Wish me luck!

  read


7:53 PM on 08.19.2015

I have entirely too many toys and tchotchke's on my desk. It's kinda getting to the point where I have to move shit around just to use the mouse. I should probably stop buying all of this shit. . .

  read


3:29 PM on 08.19.2015

Jesus. They'll let anyone quickpost on here, won't they?

  read


6:52 AM on 08.19.2015

So I was pouring some coffee out and I guess my hand was thirsty because now I have scolding hot coffee on my hands and that's a pretty great way to start the day I guess.

  read


8:37 PM on 08.18.2015

It's storming out so I'm going to play The Forest because it kinda fits right now. [img]http://i.imgur.com/CwNJmCx.jpg?1[/img]

  read


3:07 PM on 08.18.2015

Zombi on Steam first impressions: looks better on the Wii U. Hate having to hit the "select" button to open a new window for inventory.

  read


1:46 PM on 08.18.2015

Alright. Zombi purchased through Steam. Let's see how integral (or not) the Gamepad really is for this game. (For the record, I fucking LOVED ZombiU on the Wii U).

  read


6:02 PM on 08.17.2015

Hey man, I feel like it's been forever since we chatted. How ya been?

  read


6:00 PM on 08.17.2015

I can hear my baby taking a shit behind me as I type this. Being a parent is awesome!

  read


7:57 AM on 03.03.2015

Cold William and the Nifty Nine +1

Hey there. Feels like ages since I've posted anything in the c-blogs. Ever since I left the FNF stuff behind I feel like I've kinda disconnected from Destructoid and the community in general. 

Weird.

Anywho, I'm here today to talk about the nine (ten) Dtoider's who mean the most to me. This list of amazing people is in no particular order and I am definitely leaving quite a few people out (which sucks).

Hotel Company - Andy "look at my boner" Dixon, Jon "motherfucking" Bloodspray, FalseNipple & Jeniken

A few years back (circa 2011) I was pretty big into Battlefield 3. Back then I had a regular crew that I rolled with almost nightly. Any Dixon, Jon Bloodspray, Falsenipple and Jeniken were my relief from the every day nonsense we all deal with in this waking world (stolen from Occams). Like clockwork we would all end up online together (Xbox 360) to play hours and hours of Battlefield 3, often into the wee hours of the morning. 

These four people mean the world to me. When you spend over 700+ hours together online you form a pretty strong bond, a "Band of Brothers", if you will.

SuperMonk4Ever and GarethxxGod

GarethxxGod was the very first Dtoider that I ever played a game online with. I couldn't tell you what game it was, I want to say it was some Xbox Live arcade game, it's not really important in the grand scheme of things. What's important is that because of that one game, I made a couple of very good friends.

I found myself playing online with Gareth quite a bit and eventually I was introduced to Super "huehuehuehue"Monk4Ever (goddammit, Monk).

Outside of my Battelfield 3 group, these two were my constant online pals. We played everything together. If it had multiplayer or co-op, we were playing it with each other, typically until the sun started coming up. 

I don't really play online with Gareth any more, we still chat online every now and then though through Facebook. Monk on the other hand, just won't leave me the fuck alone. =)

Funktastic

I'm what you might call a compulsive collector of video games and video game memorabilia. My exploits have been catalogued here in the C-blogs for years.

It all started off innocently enough. I would buy something at a garage sale or flea market, you know, a thing here and a thing there. That all changed when I was introduced to the amazing, Funktastic or as I like to call him "Why do you have all that cool stuff and can I have it all please?!"

As my collection grew I found myself getting closer and closer with Funk. We were DM'ing each other with the new stuff we'd found. Eventually we were texting and making trades. We became more than just collecting buddies, we were definitely friends. 

We've both slowed down over the years. Funk had an unfortunate incident happen that took him out of the game for a bit, I just kinda grew tired of it all. We still chat and talk though. Our friendship is definitely more than just collecting. Oh and Funk, if you're reading this, my daughter says "hi" and wanted you to know that she still has the Princess Peach plush you sent her.  =)

Occams Electric Toothbrush & SteezyXL


Sometimes you meet people and you have an instant connection to them. For whatever reason you find yourself chatting and getting closer to certain people. Occams and Steezy are definitely two of those people. 

What is there to say about Occams that hasn't been said already? He's our very own resplendent black grandmother who has an unhealthy obsession with Lisa Frank, religious artifacts and the generally weird. But that's what make Occams so amazing. He's unlike anyone you'll probably ever meet. He is a kind soul, someone who would go out of his way for a friend without thinking twice. If you ever have the chance to talk with Occams, do it. He's simply a fascinating person, and I'm proud to call him my friend.

Steezy is the polar opposite of Occams. Steezy is more subdued and quiet. I started interacting with Steezy on the FP of Destructoid. Eventually I found myself playing games online with him. Although we don't really game much together any more I still talk with Steezy via social media. I've had the pleasure and honor of watching him grow as a person. One day I'll make it out West to meet and hang out with Steezy. I owe him a hug or two or three (I've lost count over the years). 

Scield

Last but certainly not least we have Scield. Over the past couple years, Scield has definitely gone from someone I know online to someone I most definitely call a friend. I've had the pleasure of meeting and hanging out with Scield and I find myself texting him or talking with him via social media numerous times a week.

Scield is an awesome fella, day in and day out he is out there putting his life on the line to keep all of us safe. Now if there was some magical way that I could get him to move out of Florida and up to Chicago so we could hang out all the time......

So there you have it. Ten people who mean the absolute world to me. If I ever give up gaming for good, I'd like to think that everyone listed here would still be in my life in some way, and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

  read


8:26 PM on 01.26.2015

Community playdate manager no more

That’s right, after almost two years of bringing all of you the latest and greatest Team Fortress 2sday and Friday Night Fights posts, I’m calling it quits.

This has nothing to do with Destructoid, this is completely for personal reasons. I’ve actually been talking about doing this for a while, it’s hard to break away though, especially when you are surrounded by so many amazing individuals (I’m talking about you, TF2 and FNF crowd. Oh, and Andy).

My wife and I are expecting another child, this in and of itself isn’t the sole reason for me stepping down, the new baby plus the fact that my wife has to return back to Europe after the baby is born is really the main reason. I’ll be taking care of our new kid as well as our ten-year old daughter while my wife is gone, all while still working full time (thankfully I work from home).

I want to personally say thank you to Andy Dixon for giving me this opportunity and for all of the help and support you’ve given during my time with Destructoid. I honestly could not have done this without you.

I’ll still be around, I’m not leaving the site for good, I’ll just be a normal community member, commenting on all the various stories posted, partaking in the fun that is the forums and maybe even blogging a bit here and there, although that may be easier said than done, especially over the next few months with the new baby.

You may still hear me on Radio Destructoid every now and then, I believe I still have an open invite to be a regular, so that’s pretty rad.

Anywho, thanks everyone for being awesome, for putting up with my stupid 80’s lyrics in my posts and for not yelling at me too much when I completely botched one of the posts up.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some amiibo to go buy and hoard away...

  read


5:35 PM on 10.09.2014

Fangs for the Memories: His name was Jason

Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter

Halloween is, without a doubt, my favorite time of the year. Since I can remember, I’ve always been a huge fan of horror movies, and things that were meant to scare you. Maybe it’s because I spent most of my childhood up North. I could always tell when Halloween was getting close. The leaves on the trees were changing colors and the wind blew a little cooler.

Now, my contribution isn’t going to be about any specific video game that scared me; no, I’ve decided to go another route. I’m going to talk about the one movie that caused so much mental damage to me that I didn’t sleep in my own bed for months, and to this day, still causes me to feel uneasy after watching it.

A little back story: When I was a little kid, we’re talking between five and nine, my dad used to bowl in a league in our small town. This league was always going on during the fall season, which meant when he got home (Friday nights) I would wake up and watch a late night horror movie with him. Now, these movies, they were nothing to really be afraid of. Not to date myself or anything, but we’re talking about the late 70s / early 80s. The late night horror movies usually consisted of some universal monster such as Frankenstein or Dracula, or some cheesy sci-fi flick from the 50s. These were always in black and white, and there was never any sort of gore. These were “G” rated, if you will, not even enough to scare a little tyke like me; they did, however, draw me into their dark worlds, hooking me on the macabre stories.

Tommy Jarvis was close to me in age, maybe that's why this movie resonated so strongly with me.

Fast forward to 1984. I vividly remember sitting on our couch in the living room; it was a small room, enough for a couch, a La-Z-Boy chair, and a couple of TV dinner tables. It was definitely cramped, which didn’t help late at night when the lights were off. Anyway, there I was, sitting on the couch watching TV. It had to be the weekend, because there is no way I would have been allowed to stay up as late as it was by myself, especially at that age. The TV was on some random channel (this was before we had cable) and I couldn’t tell you what I was watching, and then it happened, the movie trailer that made me scared to walk down the tiny hallway leading to my room.

“Jason is back! (ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha). Three times before, you have felt the terror” – holy, mother of god, what in the hell is this? “Known the madness, lived the horror.” This is about where I started sinking lower into the couch, my heart beating faster. “But this is the one you’ve been screaming for.” No, no I haven’t been screaming for anything, not yet anyway. Oh god. “Because Friday, April 13th, will be Jason’s unlucky day.”

Everything about that movie trailer (Friday the 13th, the Final Chapter) just screamed “No” to me. My heart was pounding, and every little sound I heard in the house had me on edge. I was literally scared for my life, but I also remember feeling excited. I wanted to see what that movie was all about. Who was Jason? Why was he wearing a hockey mask? This was the first time I had ever heard of “Jason” or “Friday the 13th.” Up until this point, my horror movie knowledge was basically giant, mutated spiders from the 50s and the Creature from the Black Lagoon. This was horror, and horror I knew, or so I thought.

Yea. No thanks. I'm only 10 and clearly not ready for this.

Fast forward a few weeks. My fear of “Friday the 13th” at this point had passed. I had seen the trailer numerous times since the first time I watched it and I was basically “over it.” I had returned to sleeping in my own room (yes, the trailer literally scared me into sleeping in my parents room for a bit) and I had all but forgotten it; that was until my aunt came into the picture.

I was at my grandma’s house for the weekend, which was pretty typical when I was young. I spent, what feels like now, every weekend at my grandparents’ house. I was very close to my cousins and they were always there with me. This weekend, though, was different, as I was all alone. I don’t remember the specifics, but I’m not sure where my cousins were. All I remember is that I was bored to tears, and listening to my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles talk wasn’t going to cut it. That’s about when my Aunt Joanie asked, “Do you want to go see a movie?” “Yes!” I remember yelling. Movies were one of my favorite things ever as a kid, and any chance I had to go to the theaters I took!

The theater we were going to was located in the Livonia mall, a mall, which no longer stands. I had no idea what we were going to see; hell, I didn’t care, as long as I could get out of that house for a little bit. I was fine with whatever or so I thought. I remember walking through the mall to the theater entrance. I remember smelling the popcorn filling the air around me. I remember my aunt saying, “One adult and one child for Friday the 13th please.” Whoa, wait a minute, “Friday the 13th, as in the ‘Jason’ movie, Friday the 13th?” Now I, as a wee ten-year old, had no goddamn reason to be in that theater. My aunt obviously wanted to see the movie and I was the perfect movie date, whether I wanted to be there or not.

Jason, what a pain in the neck. Amirite?

The minute the movie opened I was scared out of my mind. I didn’t want to be there at all, and all I wanted to do was leave. I couldn’t though. I was ten. Where was I going to go? I was stuck, and Jason was on a rampage, hell-bent on killing teenagers as well as my childhood. When the movie was over, I was a fucking wreck. I clearly remember crying several times, while peeking through my fingers at the screen. Fuck this movie and fuck my aunt for thinking I was old enough for it.

Thankfully, being a child, my attention span was fairly short. Not long after leaving the theater I had forgotten about what I had just watched. My cousins were finally at my grandparents’ house and we were outside playing. All was right in the world or so I thought. Later that night, when I was finally home and getting ready for bed, I remember a feeling of dread coming over me. When the lights finally went out, I was back in the theater with Jason, his machete and hockey mask, glowing in the moonlight. The bushes outside of my window were clearly his fingernails, trying to remove the screen so that he could get to me. Car lights hitting my wall did nothing to help the situation, as I could hear something under my bed, trying to escape.

That was it, I was done. Nope, not gonna happen, I am not sleeping in my room tonight, fuck this. I walked out into the living room, “Can I sleep in your room tonight?” I asked my parents, “Yes.” Phew, crisis averted. I spent the next three months sleeping on my parents’ floor. Three. Goddamn. Months. All because of a movie, all because my aunt thought it would be a brilliant idea to take a child to one of the most horrific movies of the year.

I was so goddamn scared in the theaters, that I had my eyes covered for the last 30 minutes.

Years later, Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (FT13 PT IV) still gives me chills. It’s not a “scary” movie, mind you, I mean, to some it may be sure, but if you’ve grown up on horror movies, FT13 PT IV is pretty tame. I think my time as a child, the memories I have surrounding that movie is what gives me that creeping feeling whenever I re-watch that movie. The Friday the 13th movies are some of my favorite horror films ever, and I can safely say that I owe my love for all things horror to my aunt, who at the time had no idea how much damage she was causing, or how much influence one low budget horror movie would have on her nephew.

  read





Back to Top


We follow moms on   Facebook  and   Twitter
  Light Theme      Dark Theme
Pssst. Konami Code + Enter!
You may remix stuff our site under creative commons w/@
- Destructoid means family. Living the dream, since 2006 -