I will never otherwise be able to receive such magnificent gear.
It would be an AWESOME birthday present for my little bro, whose birthday happens to be on the day of the drawing.
As someone who's been loyal to this competing manufacturer in the past, it would be the perfect time to steal all my future business away from them. I'm eager to change loyalties.
I just got a new computer and my family can't afford really good equipment, and this would be a great chance to finally start my PC gaming and get some grade A equipment.
i have to redeem my family's gaming honor in a 1v1 deatmatch versus Ignacio "Noob killer" rodriguez and only by receiving this gear will i have a chance
Because I wish my opponents to live in fear
Of the pwning I visit upon the hordes
All thanks to my sweet Isku keyboard
The time I spend within the trenches
Fitting blocks and flirting with wenches
Would make me feel less alone
If accompanied with a mouse called Kone
The Alumic mousepad, with its fierce design
Would show the fools I'm not benign
Top it all off with a Kave headset
And frankly, I feel I'm getting wet
So yes, I deserve some ROCCAT gear
Now end this contest, and give it here!
As a poor college student, I never get to upgrade my gear. My mouse and keyboard are years old and starting to wear thin, and how am I supposed to game proper with that?
I would be thrilled to be able to finally upgrade this old junk, and hopefully start the long process of upgrading the rest of my computer.
I've been commenting on Dtoid for years and never won anything from you guys, I'm gonna see you guys at PAX this year if luck is on my side and will give you the biggest bro/gal hug you'll ever get.
Currently i'm stuck with an old keyboard and a cheap plastic headset that will surely snap in the next week or so, do in part, because I can't afford the quality gear that I used to have.
On a side note, that gear also looks sexy. Too sexy to not try my luck at replacing this junk I have.
My current wireless keyboard is all I could afford, and when plugged into a back USB slot of my computer it cuts out consistently. If it's in the front, I can't use my microphone because of its excessively short cord, and because the microphone itself is a standing mic that came with my family's Gateway desktop in '97. Not to mention I'm a poor college student like so many others. LOVE ME
Sadly I cannot get it because I live in Stirling.
The RAT 5 I bought is starting to go. There are times where it won't register any movement on the X axis.
I can do more with it than just game. I write quite a bit and to have such a sturdy and mutli-purpose keyboard at my disposal would do me good!
I have never heard of ROCCAT before but I could use some headphones, also because I'm missing the lettering on some of my keys >.>
My 'S' is completely gone, 'N' is on its last legs and I think my 'C' & 'D' are not long for this world. Hopefully glow keys don't slowly chip away ~.~
ESC button not working, arrow keys being mismatch, as well as my enter keys keep getting jam left and right.
not to mention combine that my mouse is getting weirder and weirder(like sometimes it's slow, other times now responding at all)
it's been like 3 years now since i last bought this kind of equipment, i would really appreciate it if i were to win one, even just the keyboard is enough to make me happy!
..honestly I don't, granted it'd get used...but my setup is good enough considering those above that have seem to have less than minimal.
From there I got on a boat, punched a whaler in the gut, swam with an octopus, ate said octopus, washed ashore on America. I then hired myself an agent, cleaned up my nasty drug habits of snorting caffeine off of park benches, trimmed and shaved, and later on would be known to the world as Brad Pitt.] :)
The night was hot as hell. Her milky white hand was interlaced in mine as we ran up the sidewalk. The rain just started to pick up, the sky darkened, and the wind - that wind started to blow her perfume around me like a cyclone of fallen rose petals. I looked to my side as we ran up that grey side walk that matched the sky above us and froze in the light I saw; not from the plethora of neon signs and buildings that reached hundreds of feet behind her, they all seemed so dull and listless; the light I saw was in those eyes. Those blue eyes caught the reflection of the street lights above and almost blinded me with their immaculate azure beauty. I looked away and began to run faster, almost pulling her along now.
We finally reached the door to my apartment building. I stopped so fast that my feet slid on the wet concrete beneath me and the poor gal I was dragging along slid into my arms. She threw her head back and laughed. Her wet, jet black hair whipped back, revealing those captivating blue eyes that shined like some sapphires lost in some shipwreck in the depths the ocean. That is all this city was, a shipwreck of buildings in an ocean of monotony and loneliness. This gem of this ocean...could she really be true? Could she really be the thing that will save me?
I opened the door and let her inside the building. The dimly lit stairwell did not offer much more light than what was outside. We interlocked our arms and I could feel that her black coat was drenched, much like her ebony locks. I knew I needed to hurry up the stairs and get her towel. I began to slow down the moment I started to dart up the stairs, however. What is going to happen tonight? This woman with that alabaster face framed so perfectly within those obsidian strands - I need her. I look over to her and she smiles at me. My hand grips the railing so tightly I feel as if it is going to snap. I feel as if I am going to snap. I lead her the rest of the way up the stairs to the door of my apartment. With my hand shaking slightly, I open it and lead her inside nervously.
She gracefully strides in my apartment and I flip on the light behind her. She examines everything with great curiosity: picking up photos, running her hand over the couch, and looking out my window. I am as attracted to her mind as I am to her body. The activity and the intellect in her mind is astounding. When you look into those cerulean spheres you can see the storm of thought raging behind them. I need this woman. I poured two glasses of wine and placed them on the table. I took her coat off with shaky hands she looked at me. She could tell I was nervous. She looked down for a moment; my heart sank. I knew I should say something but what. Every time I saw her face my mouth felt as if it was sewn together.
"Look," she started, "if you don’t want me here I can leave."
I knew I had to speak now. No more being reserved, no more holding back. Still, nothing came out of my mouth. The only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat, and the cacophony of the rain across the walls and windows.
"So, are you going to call me a cab or do you want me to stay?"
Finally, I spoke up.
"Baby, I want both. You’re a cab. Haghahgahg" I cackled.
That sickening crack of flesh broke the silence. The flesh of her hand was so soft against my face. It has been ages since a woman touched me. As her hand whipped through the air it carried the sent of that flowery perfume. No other woman has stimulated my senses so. I closed my eyes and breathed deep. However, in that brief moment of ecstasy she hurried out the door and slammed it behind her. To my horror she did not lock it, the tramp. There have been many a robberies in my area and I will be damned if someone is going to enter my apartment and steal my Willie Mays bobblehead as I sleep. I ate more Wheaties than she could possibly fathom for that precious piece of memorabilia and I will not lose it to some trollop. The inconsiderate nature some people hide under their clothing of sheep -- It sickens me. I grab Willie off the wall and walk to the window, staring blankly off into the dead city.
The night is hot as hell. I really need to get my air conditioner fixed. I tap Willie Mays’ head -- he nods in agreement.
As you can see, I lack the ability to communicate with women. Or at least most women lack the ability to communicate with me...I am unsure which. The only thing that distracts me from my lonely nights are computer games and my Willy Mays bobblehead. I sadly can't afford any wonderful PC gaming equipment, due to the fact that I spent it all on Wheaties.
Please Destructoid...please help distract me from the loneliness....

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