paraducks

Just sayin.

I've been drinking and I just want to say I love you all.

So, on my FaceBook I have this habit of deleting posts that are trollish in nature.
This has already caused me to loose at least one facebook friend.

On one hand, I guess I should respect opinions that are different from mine.


On the other hand, it's my space so fuck your shit :3 :3 :3 :3

If I ever get a smart phone, I'm making Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Oh my gosh my texting alert sound.

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their journal and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B) Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.


ardenfetz
dax_matang
delphinios
jakebe
kohath
rikusho
silver_raccoon

That's all I got :C


1. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up:
A bottle of water. A candle. An empty MLP valentines box from my brony Megs, The Best of She-Ra Princess of Power, and trash.

2. What's your favorite type of game, Vidja or other wise.
I've had the most fun playing Role Playing games like DnD. It's like socializing as someone else, and you get to stab things :3

3. What are you wearing now?
Shorts and a West Coast Choppers tee shirt.

4. Best Pony?
Pinkie Pie? Silly Jim, that's not how you spell PINKIE PIE!

5. What do you hear right now?
The heater. I'm a creeper who sits in silence :3

6. Who was the last person you hugged?
I'm sure it was a guy. We're a big 'ole bunch of touchy feely straight guys.

7. What was/is for dinner?
Chinese Food, and Whiskey and Coke.

8. What did you do today?
Went with my mom to a mammogram specialist because she had a lump, but it turns out it was just FAT because we''re a bunch of LARDASSES. Then I hung out with a bunch of people at starbucks, talked about ponies, came home and started drinking and watched ponies.

9. Who was the last person to text you?
Owen. I think.

10. What websites do you always visit when you go online?
Facebook, Furaffinity, mspaintadventures, livejournal.... I think those are my only regular stops.

11. What was the last thing you bought?
Food.

12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Probably Portland Oregon

13. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
IN A MIRROR FUCKASS

14. What's your sign, babe.
Ever since the Update I'm a Sagittarius :3

15. What are you doing this weekend?
Drink, chill, watch some roller derby?

16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
The Drums.

17. How are you?
A little ill to be honest :/

18. How much do you get paid?
Haha, unemployed again.

19. What's the last thing you have regretted?
Meh, I don't regret my actions for too long. What the hell good does it do anyway?

20. What's the last good movie you saw?
Dead Space 2 ;3

Like, fucking wasted here.


Furries are gross. Me and liz agree. Quit being GROSS furries. >:C
You make me sad in the pants.

Anyway, here's an update because I haven't posted recently.
Well, it's not been entirely my fault since I'm pretty sure Celestia took over my mind. It's been Equestria this, and Equestria that.

I did beat Dead Space Two, that game was amazing BTW. Poor Stark was just sitting next to me, screaming his head off while I Genre-savvied my way through that motherfucker.
It does it's best on trying not to be predictable, and it did have a few surprise scares. Issac can finally speak now, and the result is... okay. He's a bit too cliche at times, (Including the line "I'm full of bad ideas") but it's tolerable. He's also considerably more bad ass this time around, which is pretty cool.
If Issac Clarke and Gordon Freeman ever fist bumped, every woman in the universe would become pregnant. Every man would feel completely inadequate. And all the zombies would explode.

Unfortunately now that the Dead Space 2 experience is over and done with, there is a void. Unfortunately until I get my own space I can't really summon up the will to do any writing.
Which is good in a way. Since Pony's are on the brain so much it might lead to fanfiction..... *shudder*

Clowns

The first thing Clint was aware of when he regained consciousness was the pain. The second was waves of panic that were consuming him. There was something horrible that was... chasing him? He couldn't remember. Struggling he pushed himself off the ground, soaking the ground with his blood. There were jagged objects lying in growing puddle. Teeth. They were broken chunks of teeth.

 

He tried to say, “Oh Fuck” but it game out as gurgle. No, he was out there somewhere, gotta keep moving. Clint examined his surroundings as best he could. Through blurry vision he made out wooden crates, piles of hay, tools, and green and white vertical striped walls that were billowing inwards. He was still in the circus.

Then he heard that infernal sound.

A broken string of sobs and curses sputtered from the custodians mouth. Then he noticed that the crates were open. Even as the tears came, he just had to know. Shaking with fear he looked into the damned box.

Yes. They were in there.

Screaming he ran out of the tents flaps. Bright light assaulted his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Those sounds, he heard them. Hundreds of them. His vision started to clear.

“Nooooo” The custodian cried through broken teeth. “No, no, no no nooooo.”

The people who were surrounding were grinning practically ear to ear. Literally. Dried blood caked the out side of their impossibly wide mouths. Their faces pale and their eyes vacant.

“Hahahahahaaaaahhahahahahaaa!” The sound of unhinged laughter echoed throughout the circus. It came from one lone clown, who wasn't really a clown. And his face wasn't just pale, it was stark white. “Mo' you say? Sorry bucko, but it looks like the shows over.” The Joker held up syringe in one of hand, it was full of a toxic looking green fluid. When the custodian saw what was in his other hand he started screaming.

The clown prince joined in with a howl of laughter.

The last thing Clint heard before they descended on him. was a sound.

Honk.

My brain is full of writing to day and I love it! I hope the muse sings to me when I wake up later tonight.
Let's see if I can drop a quick Haiku before I go to sleep.




Fire's a silly thing.
Always consuming so much.
But to fill is death.

I haven't never written a poem/song about pinkie pie.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5143409

Okay, so I took a bit of a tumble. 
Sometimes you just fall and land in such a way where you don't want to get back up agian.
Life is pain and misery and it ends in oblivion.  Why the fuck would you want to go on.

But as you stare upwards out of the abyss you see a distant light.
Nietzsche said something along the lines of Not staring at the abyss to long, because the abyss stares into you.  Well, the opposite is true.  If you start looking how well your life could be going it motivates you.  It gives you the urge to improve.
It's up to me to act on that impulse.
And besides, I've got some good friends to help me out along the way.

I'm going to start on my tus list again, so expect a stream of posts coming from me.  The list will be cut of course.  I'm also going to work on the content I post as well.  Try to keep it from being to dull :p