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Life doing its usual thing to me. You feelin' it, too?



I think Vanessa could take Samus.


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Roughly Ten Things About Me:
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I'm an European-Asian male living under the rule of a monarchy.

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I am not a writer; I am a crayonologist. I enjoy shredding paper with pencils. It's extremely cathartic.

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I'm very passionate about reading, it helps me pretend I'm English (wot wot). My favourite book is Alexandre Dumas' "The Count of Monte Cristo".

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I love listening to music on trains, in parks, sprawled out on my bed and during gaming. I like any genre; favourite artists include: Underworld, James Brown, The Police, David Gray, The Kinks, Johnny Cash, Foo Fighters and Jimi Hendrix.

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I adore film and popcorn. Popcorn slightly more. I couldn't pick a favourite film but I do tend to shy away from horror. Oh, fuggit I'll name-drop Leon and Gladiator.

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Like fellow Dtoiders I also game.

| My Top Ten | My GOAT Game | My Sega Saturn |
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Other things include: drinking too much tea, unashamedly singing poorly, making shallow attempts at keeping fit, and thinking too much.

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Finally, I'm an enthusiastic cook. Currently obsessed with making quiche. Was obsessed with focaccia.


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Let's get silly!

Simple game: I regularly post a picture, you caption it.

The winner is the comment with the most upvotes. The winner will also receive a mystery prize for their efforts.

 It sure has been a while, I didn't forget! I've watched so many people get fired from work, it's crazy. A while back I mentioned something about thieves among us, well, they are gone. All half a dozen of 'em. I'm gaining more trust and responsibility and weight. Fun. Working 12 hour days but the pay is good.
Speaking of pay, been playing PayDay to death and recruiting the feck out-ta everyone I meet. Sent Opium a game on his wish-list for being such a jolly German and gifted the leftovers to awesome friends on my steam list and in response, last night, we were mounting each other like there was no tomorrow. We were playing that game Mount Your Friends! Not sexing. I swear. It's so silly and soo much fun. I wish I could buy more copies and gift them but Gaben won't allow it.

I have not had much time for anything else, keeping up with family and friends has been a struggle and limited when possible. I have tried to catch up with blogs too but you guys write more than I can digest. Nice to see some new faces and old ones back too.

Trying to keep it short, cuz you have shit to do. So let's get on with it.

 

The stories these two could tell.

 

 
You can if you want but there's no need to save the picture and graft text on to it, just leave your captions (in your own style) in the comments below, kinda like so:

Comment example:

Righty: "Blah."
Lefty: "Blah."

I don't know their names, sorry.

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 Rules

1. Never give up.

2. Blame others. Ha ha, nah, don't do that.

3. Don't fake it.

4. Be braver, take that chance.

5. When in doubt, make tea.

Caption Competition is open to all globally. That includes the dudette behind you and their persona.
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Last time's winner is... GoofierBrute!

GoofierBrute breaks free from the pack and barges his way to victory! Well done! Now check your PMs. (Hopefully you did some time ago.)

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A quick message to all the lovely folks who take time to read my blogs: thank you. If you've read this blog then please upvote people making captions. No need to fap (heart) this blog but please do check back and upvote the partcipants. I thank you, kindly.
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Why is there music? To help get your creative juices flowing and you all fired up to make awesome captions.









El Dango wrote a blog based on a blog Jinx wrote based on a blog Overlord Hoffman wrote which in turn spurred me to wrote a blog. Rote.

Here's a list of things I want gifted am thankful for and looking forward to:

Metal Gear Solid V
Big Boss rides out one last time with shy new co-worker Big Boobs. Everyone gets dry-throat.

Never Alone (Kisima Ingitchuna)
Because one Fox hole is never enough. Nyuk nyuk.

Elegy for a Dead World
A game about making shit up and leaving graffiti about.

Biohazard HD
Aaannnd we go back back forth 'n' forth, into the mansion again. This time with better prescription bifocals.

Star Fox Wii U
Finally some more furry fur on fur action with pads and wrist flicks. Oh my.

Splatoon
Don't ink yourself. What are you waiting for? Don't ink, just shoot! Ahaha, ink puns. My life is great. *sigh*

BloodBorne
Thankfully nothing to do with Matt Damon.

Uncharted 4
There's always time for another one last time.

No Man's Sky
That's right you misogynist fucks women like sky too. Ummm hmm!

Rainbow6| Siege
If only it was about a royal rumble featuring six R. Mikas.

ScaleBound
It just looks sexy, okay. Like a scaley Guyver x monster stabbing game.

Honourable mentions:

  • Resident Evil 7
  • Devil May Cry 5
  • Rime
  • Quantum Break
  • Mortal Kombat X
  • Bushido Blade 4 (there is a third one)
  • God Hand 2 (it's my list I'll put whatever I want on it)

As you can see there is a lot to be thankful for. I realise there is a lot of gaming history to reflect back on and be grateful for but there is also so much more to look forward to. Yes, we have monsterous backlogs to defeat but we also have shiny new things to distract us from the misery of finding the time to traipse through them. There's a bittersweet factor to the whole thing. Aw, sad now.

I also want to thank my mum for everything she's done for me; Papa Niero for Destructoid; and you, dear reader, for spending part of your day with me. Thank you.









Let's get silly!

Simple game: I regularly post a picture, you caption it.

The winner is the comment with the most upvotes. The winner will also receive a mystery prize for their efforts.

 

Let's eavesdrop on these two.

 

 
You can if you want but there's no need to save the picture and graft text on to it, just leave your captions (in your own style) in the comments below, kinda like so:

Comment example:

Tingle: "Blah-loo-limpah!"
Link: "...?"

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 Rules

1. Don't give sweets to kids after Halloween, you'll get in trouble with the police.

2. Do wear awesome costumes that are way too revealing.

3. You may not survive this blog if you say "I'll be right back".

4. Don't bury dead bodies in your own back yard. Duh.

5. Gonna slow this blog down a little and make it a fortnightly deal from now on. I don't have enough free time to keep up with certain things. You'll survive.

Caption Competition is open to all globally. That includes Norman Bates' mother.
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Last Week's Winner is... ShadeOfLight OpiumHerz!

Opiumherz snorts victory away from a charitable ShadeOfLight! Well done! Now check your PMs.

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A quick message to all the lovely folks who take time to read my blogs: thank you. If you've read this blog then please upvote people making captions. No need to fap (heart) this blog but please do check back and upvote the partcipants. I thank you, kindly.
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Why is there music? To help get your creative juices flowing and all fired up to make awesome captions. Fuck else did you expect. Happy halloween everyone!








Luckrequired
10:01 PM on 10.24.2014

This is one of those problems where I'm not sure which is the right thing to do. I can't please everyone and I will piss off someone. I have a dilemma that is bugging the crap out of me and need some opinions but more importantly I need reasons why.

 

I can't go into specifics or names because I don't know who the feck is reading the internet these days. One of you could be a neighbour, co-worker or family member.

 

Simply put, someone is doing something they shouldn't be at work and I, among others, have figured out who it is. When the time comes do I say something or not? We can't stay out of it because we all risk losing our jobs, thanks to the selfish actions of one dumbass. Management will drag us all in one by one for individual meetings eventually no matter how much I try to fade into the background. My good friend is also being falsely accused of the wrong-doing and I certainly do not want to see them fired. Ugh.

 

Here's the silly part: snitch and you lose peer respect (even my good friend doesn't want to tell), don't tell and all nine of us in our department may lose our jobs. I just started this new job and I can't afford to lose it now.

 

Is being a rat really that bad? This isn't prison. Why is it so bad to do the right thing?









Let's get silly!

Simple game: I regularly post a picture, you caption it.

The winner is the comment with the most upvotes. The winner will also receive a mystery prize for their efforts.

 

What are these guys playing at?

 

 
You can if you want but there's no need to save the picture and graft text on to it, just leave your captions (in your own style) in the comments below, kinda like so:

Comment example:

Pikmin: "Blah!!!"
Kirby: "Blah???"

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 Rules

1. I have been failing behind on blogs, so don't be surprised by late replies to your blogs.

2. Why do random people creep up behind you and try to out pace you while you're out walking? Weirdos.

3. Or those oncoming dumbasses who just walk into your path and expect you to move out of their way now, like they're some kind of fat Kirby. Suckers.

4. I feel like Akira'ing crazy cyclists off their bicycles sometimes.

5. Bit miserable this week, cuz it's so cold and I want to hug you all.

Caption Competition is open to all globally. That includes Mrs Robinson.
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Last Week's Winner is... RenaudB90!


Sacré bleu, with this entry RenaudB90 crusades to victory! Well done! Now check your PMs.

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A quick message to all the lovely folks who take time to read my blogs: thank you. If you've read this blog then please upvote people making captions. No need to fap (heart) this blog but please do check back and upvote the partcipants. I thank you, kindly.
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Why is there music? To help get your creative juices flowing and all fired up to make awesome captions. Thunder. Thunder! THUNDER! THUNDERCATS, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!









Bless me, Father Wrenchfarm, for I have sinned. It's been far too long since my last confession, and I accuse myself of the following sins:

Let me briefly explain some background to my confession. I was raised as the second of four children by a newly divorced single mother who busted her back (had three surgeries) working a minimum wage job for fourteen hours a day, six days a week - along with a half day on Sunday so she had time to go to church and pray - for pretty much her entire career. Spare money? Disposable income? Father, money itself was rarity in our household. So with that in mind, it is with deep regret that I must confess to something I still, to this day, feel bad about. Something I did a long time ago. Now, at thirty-six years of age it is something I still cannot look back on without guilt in my heart.

It was summer, '86 or '87, an usually cold day, perhaps early autumn. I was about eight or nine, my dear mum send me out to get the weekly groceries. She handed me a £20 note and guided a resistful me to the front door. "Be back quick.", she said. I shoved the twenty deep into my pocket and grumpily walked off, chin tucked into my chest, through the cold wind wondering why my older brother was not with me this time. You see, Father, we always did the shopping together. However, whenever we did go food shopping together for our mum we'd make a detour – we would stop off at the local kebab house (or taxi place) to check out the newest arcade games they had. Without my brother by my side who would I two-player with? Forgive the excitement in my voice, Father, but those were joyful those times. I had little time to wonder why my older brother had been held back as I needed to shift my focus towards road safety and be careful; there were many roads to cross ahead on the way to the store and I was instructed to be quick that day - mum was very insistent.

The actual one hour job could end up taking at least an hour and a half, sometimes two. From our home we would walk about a mile - the distractions where located naturally along the route - to the shop, quickly grab whatever we needed on the list, agitatedly wait in the much and often exaggerated check-out line and then rush back home. It was this fabricated inflated queuing time that we would use to cover up our play time. As bad as lying to my mum is, that isn't the worst part, Father. Not this day, anyway.
I recited the item's aisle locations over in my head to minimise the amount of time I'd spend in the store, this way I could extend my time with the arcade games. Without an extra pair of hands I would need to be precise. I ran to save time. I could see the store appearing in the distance and knew what I had to do. Into the kebab shop I diverted.

Mario's Kebab House. Father, this place was notorious for its contemporary arcade scene, only the dedicated arcade emporiums in the city centre had more recent and bloated examples. The amount of games I played there over the years... ah, wow... for instance: Street Fighter, Area 88, Robocop, Two Crude Dudes, Toki, DonPachi, R-Type, Double Dragon, Saint Dragon, Knights Of The Round, Sunset Riders, Final Fight, Ninja Gaiden Arcade, Lethal Enforcers, Chase HQ, Captain Commando, TMHT, Snow Brothers, Legend of Hero Tonma, New Zealand Story, Virtua Cop, Bubble Bobble, Ghosts 'n Goblins, Double Dragon 3: Rosetta Stone, Street Fighter 2, Gradius, Mortal Kombat 2, Darkstalkers, Tekken-what? Yes. Sorry Father. You're right, I am getting off track.

I struggled to push open the stiff, blue neon lit, glass door with both my nine-ish year old hands, the door almost seemed to somehow harbour the weight of my mother's disapproval behind it. As I stepped inside I was welcomed by a warm rush of air carrying with it that unique tangy smell of roasting meat. Ah, I'm home I thought. Fat Mario (a portly Greek fella) was leaning over a newspaper behind the counter, looked up and greeted me with disappointment – he knew I wasn't there for his food. To my shame, Father, I must have ordered only a handful of times over the many years he was in business.
The games' sound-effects and music started to get louder as they filled my ears. I darted over, excited to see what games were running. I had to stand on tip-toe sometimes due to the height of the machines, but thankfully Fat Mario always had a footstool reliably nearby. As I grew up over the following years, I came to appreciate what a nice and tolerate gentleman Mario was - not only for hosting a great selection of games but for also not kicking me out of his kebab house. Bless him, Father, I hope his life went well.

The hypnotising flicker of the screen in front of my giddy little face had a flashing message asking me to "insert coin". I needed to break the twenty note into change, I'll order some french fries, I thought. I reached into my right pocket and scraped around. Hmm. I checked my left pocket. OK. I re-examined the right pocket. I fumbled over to the window and lent over my self to peer into my pockets, using the bright day to light up each pocket. Nothing. The colour in my face drained away. I felt a chill crawl up my neck and over my head as I stood frozen inside the heated kebab shop. Staring at my reflection in the window, I gritted my teeth and hissed "You twat!"--Sorry, Father--at myself. My eyes welled up with tears as I got angrier at my reflection. I had lost the money, Father.

I tried to piece together where I could have dropped it. Somehow it fell out of my pocket. Where? Crossing the roads? I retraced my steps but never did find out. I felt so guilty and so much dread that I didn't want to go home. I couldn't face my hard-working mother who trusted me to be a sensible young man. I was panic-stricken, which made the walk home feel never-ending. How do I explain myself? How will mum react?! Money was tight, in short supply, and never to be wasted. And I'd lost a week's worth of food shopping money.

Quietly, and heavily sulking, I returned home nearly three hours later. Even though she took the news really well and it was high among the many stupid things I had done as a youngster, it was one of the few times I didn't get yelled at. Over the next few days I scolded myself more than she ever would or did. Yet, it still burns me up today. And mum could see how bad I felt when I returned with empty hands and pockets. That day I made a promise to myself that I would pay her back a hundred times over when I got older and had a job. And, you know what, Father, I'm proud to say I did just that and more.

However, I still need and seek your forgiveness, Father Wrenchfarm. You see, although I came clean about losing the money, I never told her why we would take so long to do the weekly shopping run.

 

(To those who are a little confused about this blog it is in response to an idea that WrenchFarm planted in his final Recap blog. Nanashi and I decided in the comments to expand upon on this and so here we are. Do you have anything to confess?)