Does anyone remember Disappointed People? If you don't, then just quit reading, because you're not going to get this. Well, we were just some dudes who made videos, some of them video game related, and Hamza was kind enough to throw us in a few editions of Weekend Destructainment. Recently I parted ways with the guys due to personal and logistical reasons. Basically, DP is a British Columbia based dudeship, and I happened to move to Alberta (that's right, I'm talking about the Canadas) and it just so happens to be hard to make videos together when you live a thousand Ks away. As for the personal aspects, well you'll just have to figure that out on your own. Anyways, I just wanted to say that the few years I spent with DP were great, and I wish Chris, Jerimy, Jon, and Rylan all the best in whatever they choose to do with DP.
Still recovering from spending the past six months in a suitcase, I was unable to find my headset until last night, so my Halocizing has been fairly muted to say the least. After tackling my storage locker and finally recovering this sacred earpiece I quickly logged on to XBL, eager to hear preteens discuss what they were going to do to my mother later that evening. What happened afterwards was both shocking, and disturbing. I believe you know what I'm talking about... the D Pad... What in the tender loving fuck is that? (you should know, I only bring out "tender loving fuck" in extreme circumstances) How on earth does Bungie expect me to have the coordination to feed my nicotine addiction, dual wield those lovely SMG's, and T-Bag fallen foes all while reaching down to hit the D-Pad every time I want to tell said preteens exactly what I was going to do to their mothers afterwards? Can't relate? How about those times where you achieve something totally rad, and you blurt out the first blazing one liner that comes to your mind, only to realise that you forgot to hit the D-Pad, and your majesty has fallen on deaf ears? Is there a way to counter this? No one I've played with has been able to. You've done me wrong Bungie, so very wrong.
Until yesterday morning I had been without the internets for several months on account of traveling, moving, and work trips. I scraped by though, checking emails on my Blackberry and the like, at one point I was even able to recover my Gamertag onto a friends 360 for some Co-Op Gears. This is where my tale of woe begins. For the past two-ish months my Gamertag has been minding it's own on said friends seldom used 360, while I was gaming away on my internetless console, using my unrecovered Gamertag. All the while thinking that the Gamerscore I accumulated over the time would simply be added to my existing score once recovered, thus making my e-cock look that much more impressive. Yesterday, when I recovered my Gamertag I was crushed to see that it had reverted to it's former score, stealing away 2000 and something of those precious points. Maybe I was foolish and somehow botched things, or maybe my XBOX Live was punishing me for months of neglect, either way, I'm a little hurt over here.