So through amazingly arduous work (read: piracy), I have obtained the game that everyone's waiting for: GTA IV.
First thing I noticed was how well done the intro was and how it exhumed that whole GTA feel (there's some S&M going on right at the beginning). The characters, while not exactly as good as the ones in say Gears of War, looked ok and their movement looked fine. During the intro, you will listen to an awesome jazzy tune. It was here that I knew I was gonna love the music like I did GTA III's.
Anyway, on to actual gameplay. As usual on the Xbox 360 you now accelerate using RT and that change feels pretty strange to someone who doesn't play a lot of racers, like me. One of the best things in GTA IV is the minimal HUD and the radar that always highlights a route to your destination. Even when you're not on a mission, you can go to your map, set a destination point, and the game will then provide the fastest legal route for you.
Also, the new melee combat is a cool touch. You can now push, dodge, and punch the fuck out of any one. It definitely felt better than other GTAs, but so far, I haven't used it to its fullest because of how used I am to the "punch, punch, punch" melee in prior GTA games.
Another cool addition is that Niko can date. You meet this girl in one of the early missions and she makes it clear she has the hots for you. You guys exchange phone numbers and then go separate ways. If you call her, she will invite you to her place or you will set a time and location to meet at. I'm not sure what the ultimate goal with this whole dating thing is, but I'm guessing it's probably having sex with her, which seems a little odd seeing as how big the Hot Coffee thing was. Anyway, that's Rockstar for you.
As a side note, anyone worried that GTA IV doesn't seem as randomly funny as prior GTA games can calm down. Going through the stations or simply going through the missions will reveal hilarious dialogue in true GTA fashion. Also, the radio stations are all freakin' awesome (except for San Juan Tunes or something like that. Hip hop shit is shit).
ProTip: Braulio09 cums over the Liberty City Hardcore station.
As a final note, it's pissing me off how hard it has become to escape from the cops. Sometimes it looks like you're out of the search zone and there are no blinking blue/red dots in your radar and suddenly a police car will show up in front of you. What's worse is that I haven't gotten any guns yet so I can't shoot the shit out of those sons of bitches. These assholes will just come out of nowhere and rape you up the ass.
Anyway, that's all I've gathered from about an hour of game time.
First of all, I'd like to inform you, EDS, that even though I'm Mexican, I'm elligible for the MS Points because I have a US account that I use for Rock Band DLC and other stuff.
Anyway, why do I need the free MS Points? Well, it's simple: I'm 16 years old, living in Mexico, and supporting 2 whole families with the salary of a farmboy. Ok, that last part may not be true BUT being 16 years old and living in Mexico is not the best thing to do when you're a gamer.
I'm sure you've all heard about the ridiculous markup stores apply to all electronic items in Mexico. Why? I don't know. Shipping costs, maybe (although that makes no sense due to NAFTA but whatever)? The point is: having to pay around $90 USD for the first Pikmin is a freakin' rip-off.
How does this relate to MS Points? Well, the 1600 MS Points card costs around $40 USD and seeing as how I have other things to spend my money on like, y'know, games, food, and friends, I never save enough for Wii Points or MS Points.
All this means is that I need the free MS Points to game, which is something I'm sure we can all aprove of. So give me the points or I'll slit your throat and have a lemon party at your funeral.
Seeing as how this thing is supposed to be 500 words or more, I will use the bullshit generator 2000.
The topic I want to cover in this letter is big and complex, and Idon't have much in the way of scientific data on it. Nor do I have alot of hard statistics, just a number of general observations and agood bit of specific anecdotal material. What follows is the story ofhow Mr. Paper - EDS can be so rich in the rhetoric of democracy andyet so poor in its implementation. His principles symbolizelawlessness, violence, and misguided rebellion -- extreme liberty for afew, even if the rest of us lose more than a little freedom. In hiscodices, voyeurism is witting and unremitting, purblind andexploitative. He revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to reopenwounds that seem scarcely healed. Here, too, we can see how EDS isalways prating about how he can scare us by using big words like"indistinguishability". (He used to say that free speech is wonderfulas long as you're not bashing him and the feckless, sappy knee-bitersin his coalition, but the evidence is too contrary so he's given up onthat score.)
EDS, with his craftiness and effrontive intimations, willentirely control our country's exuberant riches some day. EDS willthen use those riches to weaken our mental and moral fiber. The moralof this story is that he does not tolerate any view that differs fromhis own. Rather, EDS discredits and discards those people whocontradict him along with the ideas that they represent.
I might make this a feature of my blog if you guys like this. Maybe I'll do it even if you internet-rape me.
I was searching the internet for hawt ladies last night along with an internet buddy of mine (UKer) thanks to Ron's reference to THE HOOF. One thing led to another and before we knew it, we were at GameTrailers watching Sexy Beach 3 stuff.
But I digress.
Anyway, I went to sleep at around 4 a.m. (10 a.m. UK time I think) and my UK buddy kept searching. I wake up and find he sent me a link during the time I was sleeping. Said "so i herd u lyk mudkipz" so i thought it was gonna be a pic of lulz.
So after the story told in my previous blog, my parents were really worried about me. They accompanied me to the station for my stolen/confiscated/probably-lost-forever cellphone. In case you're wondering, they said I can pick it up on Monday cause they haven't "examined" it. Makes no sense, and my dad complained but it didn't work.
Anyway, I had been asking my parents to lend me their credit card to get XBL Gold. They have been fearful of giving away their info ever since my older brother stupidly bought an m3 through a hoax site and my parents had to pay like 600 dollars in expenses that were made in Canada. Today, though, they agreed, and after reading through the whole policy and privacy statements for them, I was a proud member of Xbox Live Gold.
My dad was interested in this "online fad" I'm part of, so he had me set him up a game of Rock Band for him (side note, he plays drums). After selecting Dani California and going halfway through the song, tragedy striked. My router had disconnected us from XBL. This has happened before and every time it increasingly annoyed my dad.
This time, though, he had had enough and tried to fix it. He gets on the router's setting and changes stuff. I'm pretty sure he's gonna mess it up but say nothing 'cause there's always the "restore preset values" button. So he tells me to test it now and I do so. Great, the Xbox won't connect. I run the connection test and find out there's something wrong with the wireless network. I tell my dad to restore preset values but then he tells me there's a thing that wasn't preset and that he changed it. I try to fix it but the drop down menu won't show that option.
Hopefully you guys can help, but if you can't, I think my brother might be able to help. If not, the computer guy who set up the network will have to be called, but that's ok.
Looking forward to playing with you guys on FNF/whenever. Add me for games of Rock Band/CoD4/GoW/Halo 3/PGR4/TF2
First of all, I failed at my quest to get the all powerful pics. Someone please shop a few, k?
Anyway, let's set the bases of this event. My parents went to check on my sick grandma, my brothers are out, I'm home alone. It's 1:20 a.m. and I'm at the Wiisucks liveblog.
Then, I hear the sirens. I see the red and blue lights. About 6 police trucks are outside my house. I start hearing screams. The cops want my neighbor to open up. The neighbors don't seem to answer, so the police threat to break the door to get in. Someone at my neighbor's house screams "DEJALOS ENTRAR NOS VAN A DISPARAR" ("LET THEM IN DAMMIT THEY WILL SHOOT US") and I gather it's the wife.
I hear thumping on my ceiling. I think they might be setting up snipers or some shit (dunno if a sniper would be needed at this range...we're like 20 meters apart). All of a sudden, an engine starts and then I hear shooting. I'm all like "que chingadoes" ("WTF) and stupidly duck. I stand up and try to see what the fuck is going on. The cops are now taking out a dude I've never seen in my life from a car and beating him up. It's brutal. The car looks a bit roughed up but I can't see much.
Finally, the husband (my neighbor) screams he's gonna turn himself in and opens up his door. While getting handcuffed he screams to his wife to get the kids. The wife seems to be doing this.
I stupidly think it's safe to go out, so I open my door to try and take pics. I take a couple of the roughed up car, whose tires were shot out, and a couple of the police trucks. The cops are throwing the arrested men into their trucks and I stay there watching. I'm kinda hidden by a tree, but I still don't feel safe.
All of a sudden, a cop shouts out "żEy wey que haces? Ven p'aca." ("Hey, what are you doing? Come here") The policeman tells me that I shouldn't be out taking pics and that it was dangerous. He tells me to give him the cellphone and that I can pick it up at the station tomorrow after they check it. In my fear and nervousness, I hand it to him and he then writes up a note saying that he took it and will return it. I find it weird that he can do this but say nothing (you have to understand, mexican cops don't exactly inspire trust).
Moving on, the wife and kids come out and are forced (in a non-violent way) to hand the house keys in. They do so and get on their Hummer. Two cops get off my roof. Everyone's leaving now. They are all going to the same place, it seems. I get the fuck in my house, still feeling weird about what just happened and kinda scared about what could've happened to me and what my parents will do/say when they come home and find me cellphoneless and the whole street buzzing about this.
P.S. I'm thinking they were drug dealers. My region has recently become full of them (like 5 "drug lords" have been taken in this year) and a lot of shootings for "turfs" have happened (not in the city, but around here).
P.P.S. I'm meeting some of my non-criminal neighbors for the first time. They give me hot chocolate.
So a guy in another site was asking for ideas for a Mario comic. Everyone started saying the usual shit. "OMG Mario on magic mushrooms." "z0mg lyk u shud make sumthin like taht mario has seckz and then sez this b easier than saving peach"
It was pissing me off. So, I just told him to make a comic where Mario masturbates to Toad porn.
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