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Well hey there you sexy beasty! Zombielifecoach here. Just a short narrative to let you know about my most favoritist thing... ME! It all began with a boy, a dream, an ATARI2600 and a game called 'Hero'. Since then, my love affair with video games has only blossomed into an all consuming way of life. I enjoy ALL types of games on each of the 'big three' consoles. I am definitely more fond of my PS3 than the other two systems(YEAH I SAID IT!). My 360 is reserved for shooters and exclusives(titles and DLC). My Wii...well it doesn't get much use. But, I do love and care for it! If my consoles were kids my PS3 would be my favorite. I don't ever game online, nor I have begun to venture into the world of PC gaming do to lack of capital. I hardly think my little netbook could handle Crysis, but maybe one day I'll take that step. My true love however is RPGs! *swoon* I likes'em Western-style mostly. Due to a pretty hardcore stint into AD&D during my high school years. But, I will not turn my nose up at a game filled with effeminate man-boy heroes with ginormous swords and a boat-load of angst. Other than that I'm a pretty proto-typical, red-blooded, American, manly-man. Single(hey ladies), now retired Marine Corps veteran, who works and pays taxes, and enjoys the finer things in life. Like hot, unbridled ass play and circus midgets. Currently I am working my way through the newest releases of 2010. Other than that, thanks for reading this, and my best to you and yours...


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My ruminations on why my Internet Gaming Community Family is unequivocally better than my real life relatives.

It all starts with Olivia Wilde...


She's nude. She is also laying on the back of a purple-furred donkey with a golden Unicorn horn. She beckons me toward her. Her piercing eyes intent with thoughts of appeasing my every lustful desire. A few paces away, Randy "Macho Man" Savage, dressed in sequins, leads a Mariachi band. The very fabric of time moves like temporal molasses as I saunter forward. She reaches out for me, and as we are about to touch, the donkey turns to face me. From his donkey lips the 1990's rap hit, "Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta'" by The Geto Boys pours forth. The world begins to dematerialize. Bleary and blinking I find I'm in my bed now. My cellphone ringtone chimes the dulcet tones of the above mentioned rap phenoms. Like a rhesus monkey doped on Rohypnol and trying to get into a greased Zagnut, I awkwardly unlock my Droid. "Hullo?" I croak into the activated phone. It is a representative from a collections agency, and she is both unpleasant and grating. She is also trying to contact my sister. The call ends, and I roll to face my clock. 9:36. I have been asleep for 1 hour and 13 minutes. I begin to drift back towards Olivia. At 11:13 my home phone rings, and it is the same collections agency, just a different rep. Once again seeking my sibling that lives 4 hours away in a different state.

I hate my family.

I snag my wooby from the couch and slump in front of my netbook, instinctively logging on to Destructoid. Jim has said something disagreeable on the Home page. In The Bar, someone has tried to get fellated by a raccoon. Things get better.


Welcome to Destructoid. Here's some love.

My real life family sucks. They are a potpourri of drunks, addicts, felons, and fiends. We even have an honest to God murderer in our kindred fold. Like a war orphan, I ventured away from them a long time ago, but they always remained just near enough to cause chaos in my life. Recently my sojourn brought me to the doorsteps of Destructoid. Like a bastion from the dregs of my hereditary misery, I was taken in with open-ish arms. When I found the forums, I was in no way Internet versed. I didn't know a post from a thread, and combined with a crippling case of social networking anxiety, I was a hot mess. But the members were patient, and slowly I began to assimilate. So what did I find here? Drunks, addicts, felons, and fiends. But the self-depreciating commerce shared, conveyed a sense of responsibility for everyone's plight in life. Instead of real world finger pointing, and misdirections. Owning ones flaws, insecurities and shortcomings bonded everyone like mortar. Sure there was ego, narcissism, and penis-waggling. But it was all done with the good-natured ribaldry that was one part frat house, another part open-floor therapy.


I feel like I've known you forever, xxn00bStoMPr360xx.

Now one could say, "How could anyone find security in a place where everyone could be lying about who they truly are?!" To wit, I would retort, "How do we really know who anyone truly is?" We are what we make ourselves. If in "real life" a contributor is a shy social introvert, but around the site they are a brazen loud mouth, with the desire to be shown in rocket footie manjamas every other second, I see him/her as simply two sides of the same coin. My non-virtual family puts up more fronts than the Germans and Russians combined circa. 1915. They coerce and backstab, then toss out the old, "but we are family" in order to salve their indiscretions. Internet personas have a certain amount of controlled anonymity that allows for people to be honest about their views. Realistically, save for a textual chiding, or a Banhammer thwacking, repercussions aren't as damning. That honesty leads to practical unadulterated advice and sharing. The world needs more of this.


Let's save the world, or at least talk about masturbation.

My blood relatives are selfish pricks. Their desire for self-gratification knows no bounds. Here at Destructoid, community comes first. Here we share a goal. From all walks of life, every corner of the globe, every race, creed and color comes bound in the pursuit of an idea. There will, of course, be rabble rousers, and trolls. But it falls on us to police our ranks. Generally we do, because from my short time here, the members give a damn about making the best of this place. Just like families we bicker, disagree, and squabble. We misrepresent our views. That being said, I have witnessed complete strangers commit selfless acts of kindness, and go about without ever insisting upon themselves. At the close of each day we seem to be trying to take the most away for this shared experience. I look at it comparatively to one of the most accepted elements of RPGs. A cast of diverse characters can come together, generally under duress, and in a short period of time make something extraordinary happen through their unity. We are just like that. Just without as many pretentious elves.


The neighbors will never have us over again...

In the end, for me, it's about being apart of supporting each other, and reaping the support network of all the hooligans that frequent this little slice of Internet pie. The real world has Thanksgiving dinners turn ugly when the conversation invariably turns to sister Kelly's cocaine abortion. Or the fact that all of my siblings have different dads. Here in the last 6 months I have been privy to relative strangers supporting each other through relationship ills. Stood by with unabashed readiness in times of anger, and laughed in each others joys. In the forums we have celebrated literal births of new gamers, and consoled each other in times of loss. The foundation is carried on the shoulders of mischievous, video game playing, anime loving, movie quote reciting, deviant misanthropes, fools and scholars. It is The Family, and it is wonderful.









Salutations and warmest greetings. I'm Zombielifecoach, or more simply, ZLC.

For some time now I have been lurking about in the C-Blogs. Like a Megan's Law offender with a pocket full of hard candies, today is the day I make my move and pounce on the 5-year old that is publicly expounding my thoughts. Like most things though, they must start somewhere. So for all intensive purposes this will be not only my intro, but my first foray into the fast-paced, unbridled world of excitement, that is blogging. That being said, let's give you a little background to break some of this ice...

By teenage standards, I am old. 34 to be specific. So many of my memories have become nothing more than foggy gray-washed lapses. I can't quite remember when I started gaming. Twas as a child though. I do remember playing Oregon Trail in school on a Commadore 64, and being utterly blown away. "I'm trading pemmican with indians! This is unreal!", I thought. Not soon after, my family sold the dog and we purchased the cherry-wood marvel that was the Atari 2600. I played it incessantly. I chewed the rubber joystick cover into a point. It became my best(and only) friend. Through high school, like many of us, systems and games came and went. Bard's Tale on the Amiga, The Super NES changed my life. Interspersed with video games, there was some AD&D(D&D was for the plebes), under aged drinking, possibly some usage of illicit substances, and the eventual graduation from boyhood to manhood. Having spent the predominance of my time, wasting time, I had absolutely no worthwhile job skills. So I joined The Marines.


Maybe there's a better option. Let's enlist today!

The next 10 years were a blur of events. I moved away from home and married. Deployed all over the world. Saw things blow up. Lived the type of life I now play in video games. My every life kind of became a Modern Warfare, without all the flame-baiting, or overt use of non-heterosexual double entendre. Got divorced, made some decisions about where my life was going and ended up retiring, before I met rather graphic demise. So walked away from it all, sojourning towards new horizons...


Less of this.

Life was pretty much crap. I was miserable. Unemployed. Regretting my decisions. Everything got real silly. I was trapped in a voracious, all-consuming lifestyle of drinking, partying, sex, and animal porn. Okay, maybe it wasn't all that bad. But I had no idea what the Hell I was going to do with myself. I remember just playing PS2 all day and night. Then one day I realized, what's wrong with this as a life? From that day on video games became my saving grace. XBox, PS3, 360, Wii. Like ladies of the evening they entered my life and I was fulfilled!


More of this.

So along came the Summer of '09. I found Destructoid. I camped out around the home pages like a homeless man around a city steam vent. In September, I meandered into the Forums, and have been a post contributor, God-Tier spammer ever since. While I am sure there are days Technophile, the other Mods, and many members would rather see me take a long walk off a short pier instead of logging on. Everyone there has become incredibly important to my every day. But Human Nature is fond of progression, so blogging will hopefully be my next step in becoming a more involved part of Destructoid.

That is where things stand now. I'm hoping that I can enlighten with my musings on the minutiae that is in my head. At bare minimum, entertain with my mental introspections. Thank you for reading this. Critique if you'd like. Hope this works out for all of us.


Cheers.
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