Wow, I have a twitter now. Hmmm, would you like to follow me? Here, take this link. If you follow me; I will make all your dreams come true:Twitter
Here's my Tumblr; it's where I write all my miscellaneous stuff: Tumblr
Do you like films? Do you like my writing? If so, then have a look at my movie blog:Flixist
I'm a student. I'm currently working on my second degree. My past jobs were working at a gym and Urban Outfitters. I love to play guitar, read, listen to music, and watch films. I'm funny and enjoy the arts. I sometimes can ramble on about literature and films. I'm born and breed in New York. I'm easy going and I love fashion. My favorite system is the DS. I constantly shop at Urban Outfitters and Topshop. I really don't know what else to say. Oh yeah, I'm a cool guy!
I Stand Alone, Magnolia, There Will Be Blood, Fight Club, Antichrist, Enter The Void, Dogtooth
Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Lhasa De Sela, MC5, Neil Young, Velvet Underground, Radiohead, Manu Chao, The Smiths, Nine Inch Nails
The Trial, Notes From Underground, Paris Spleen, Crime And Punishment, Junky, Hunger, Nausea, The Stranger
I started a blog at this very site to let some of my feelings out. In some way Destructoid was therapy for me. I write about everything from my mother, past relationships, financial situations, friends, hipsters, school, etc. This is done not for sympathy, but as a way to expresses myself. My financial situation is a mess and I have no idea how Iím going to make a living, but writing and reading some of the response from great users have bought a wealth of positiveness to my life; It really doesnít have to be anything big, but a simple comment of appreciation is enough to fill my heart with joy. Itís strange writing this, but joining this community has been the best thing I've ever done, well, second best thing; getting laid is pretty cool. What Iím trying to say here is thank you. Thank you for this awesome community. Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for being awesome.
A big thanks goes to falsenipple for the header!
Venus In Furs - Don't know what it is? Well, my freind, click on the link and listen to the song.
What is this place? The gamer is told itís where the dead communicates. Itís dark and damp. A slow and moody soundtrack plays and gives the gamer a certain type of calmness and reassurance that youíre safe in this world. This castle is big. Youíre free to roam. Take your time. Upgrade your character. You walk your character around, talk to strangers. Everyone speaks in riddles. The words, names, places, and events these strangers tell you are all foreign. Down in the corner you see a widow. On the left you see an elderly man who has seen too much in his life. Sitting at the corner of the steps you see a young man talking to himself. Out in the middle you see a women dressed in black. What does this all mean? What does he do? He decides to stop asking questions and move on to his mission -- his mission is to survive.
Your movements are slow. You examine your environment and look at every corner. You learn from your past mistakes. The gamersí hair is starting to grow thin. The sweat is pouring down from the top of this young manís head. It slowly drips down to his mouth; he can taste it. A disturbing itch arrives on his left shoulder, but the gamer is too immersed to care. The controller is wet as if it was dropped in a pool of water. His eyes are opened wide -- he doesnít blink. The only movement, besides his fingers, is his right leg; violently shaking but somehow keeping a rhythm. The gamer's mind is devoid of any thoughts of the real world -- heís only thinking about how heís going to survive in this world of damp, isolated hallways filled with traps set to kill you. He sees a door. He decides to walk his character there. Then for a moment he stops.
The gamer leaves his character standing alone in this dark Gothic hallway. He ponders. He made it this far. What if he dies? What if it doesnít go his way? What if this is all for nothing? Heís been playing for an hour and has yet to reach a checkpoint. Checkpoints are only given when the first boss of the world is defeated. LifeÖ itís so precious. The gamer has learned not to act so swiftly. 8 hours of gameplay has taught him that life should never be taken for granted. You must fight on -- never give up. Such a simple and meaningful message told merely by its gameplay.
The gamer continues to walk towards the door. His movements are slow, so you can barely hear his equipment. He takes out his sword. As he makes his way to the door, he sees glowing red letters on the ground: ďPowerful foe aheadĒ it says. The gamer stares at the three simple words; as if heís trying to find some hidden meaning. Who put this here? Whoever placed that message of warning puts the gamer in great disarray. He now pauses the game, but remembers the game cannot be paused. Foolishly the gamer presses the home button, but the game is still playing in the background. There is no escape. His only escape is to fight this foe. He drops the controller on his bed. Sits and collects his thoughts. ďI donít want to die,Ē he says. ďIíve spent too much time getting where I am.Ē He goes to the bathroom and wets his face with cold water. He looks at himself in the mirror. He walks slowly to the controller, picks it up and begins to move his character. The gamer's body is still. Heís character is almost at the door. One step, two stepsÖ heís dead. What if death were to close its doors to you...permanently? Would you be disappointed or pleased? Keep in mind, the world changes but you remain constant.
His hand covers his face in disappointment. ďI failedĒ he whispers. All the souls he acquired are now gone. The hours of gameplay is now lost. He sits on his chair. The character is back to this strange castle. Heís once again surrounded by these people. Defeat is not acceptable. The gamer gets up and tries again; he fails, and tries again, only to fail again. He tries again and with his health low, finally defeats the dangerous foe. He finally sees the checkpoint. He raises his hand, touches the swordÖ Iím aliveÖ Iím alive.