Dupin

Well, this thread gets right down to business, doesn't it? Truth is, there are as many gods as there are minds. There is no God and we are his prophets.

Played Arkham City, had fun, save got corrupted somehow just in time for the DLC. Finished Red Dead Redemption, not anything amazing. Overrated game I'd say. Playing Borderlands with some brothers, it's awesome (the co-op, at least. Can't speak for the singleplayer). I can't wait for Borderlands 2.

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Well, you certainly aren't growing up, so I guess that just leaves the latter option, doesn't it? Seriously, if you're having trouble finding pleasure in games, look somewhere else. I grew up on titles like Sly Cooper, Jak and Daxter, and Ratchet and Clank. Since these games defined gaming for me, nothing will ever really touch the other-worldly satisfaction I got from them. Even playing Runescape as a kid was pretty amazing, if only because it was an entirely new experience. That's the thing, though - if you really want to have fun, try something completely different. I spent a long time fooling around with these arcade-style, community driven games (TF2, Wii with my bros) before recently stumbling across an opportunity to use a PS3, where I discovered some quality in a return to the powerful plot-driven games I loved so much when I was younger. Recently, I've been no-lifing the new Batman game and loving it. Soon, I hope to get Heavy Rain, as it strikes me as gaming's doorway into the fine art world. Really, it's the excitement of something different that drives me. This is why people who play these repetitive games (MW, MW2, MW3, gimme a break) claim gaming is going downhill. Of course it's stale. Take a risk. Try something new.

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Here's one for you: I was in a fight, one day, and got knocked out. When I came to, I was in a room I didn't recognize. I looked for my phone - had none. My wallet and ID were gone. I went downstairs, finding myself in a rundown motel, and asked the clerk at the desk to use his phone. I called home, but got no answer. I called my girlfriend. She didn't recognize me or even know my name. I panicked and started frantically punching in the numbers of a close friend, but the clerk gave me a look and asked me to leave. Out on the street, I looked around. I didn't recognize where I was, but a with information from a passerby I deduced that I was actually not far from the home of a friend. I ran the four blocks to his apartment, took the stairs two at a time, and knocked heavily, panting, at is door. It was answered by his sister. She had never known me, but she told me her brother would be home within the hour. She invited me in for coffee and a shot of mescaline. I refused, noticing that she was already a little buzzed, but she insisted, so I took it. The stuff really tripped me out, and I collapsed on the couch. She realized I wasn't doing well, and went to the bathroom for a remedy. Having waited for what seemed like hours, I got up to follow her. That walk was the longest journey of my life, and it seemed I saw the entirety of the starry dynamo as I stumbled across the thick carpet. In the bathroom, I saw nothing. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the bright, white light, I noticed a shape on the floor: a crumbling skeleton. It looked thousands of years old, but somehow I knew it was her. It was in that moment that I realized I was living a Philip K. Dick story, and I made the whole thing up for fun. No, but seriously, I don't believe in epiphanies and I think every moment of one's life is as important as any other. I do have a good story, though, but it's personal. It goes something like this: I was woken up in the black of night to see two huge, muscular men in my room. They spoke quietly and told me I was leaving. I was seventeen years old, and my parents were in the background, as if to affirm the absurdity with their silence. I showered and dressed in five minutes and stumbled out to their car. The next hours flashed by in an over-tired daze: a car, an airport, a plane, Chicago. An airport, a plane, Salt Lake City, beautiful mountains and a cool breeze. It was March, but the sun warmed me to the bone and the mountains shone bright green. They took me to some ugly house on some ugly street where some ugly guy with eyes like surgical tools informed me I was heading out into the desert. I was given cheap hiking clothes to wear and a pair of hiking boots. Out front, I helped another guy with the sharp, glinting eyes of an owl load some strange gear into a truck, then hopped in myself. Over the next ten weeks, I lived in the wild with a bunch of teens. I slept under a tarp strung up with cordage. I hiked every day with a hiking backpack I made myself, in which I carried all my worldly posessions. We bow-drilled fires and cooked rice and potatoes and pasta. No electronics. I saw a car a couple times and people outside our group maybe once. No computer. No phone. No contacting friends or lawyers. No showers. Ten weeks, but the longest days of my life. I didn't count. When it snowed, we crowded around the fire. When it rained, we hid under a tarp it. Above all, every day, we hiked. By the end, I loved it more than anything. I moved on, having completed the program. Now I'm at a boarding school where we can't use the internet, we have no video games, and we have to ask to use the bathroom. I could leave if I wanted to, but it's not so bad. Anyways, it's the clearest path to graduation and a great college (boosted along by some SAT scores), so I'll just work with what I've got. So that's why I vanished, and that's why I'll be gone again pretty soon. I don't believe in epiphanies, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't change my life. In other news: OH HAI EVRYBODY

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From Reddit:

The girl I called fat? If she was starving herself and lost 30lbs then I probably wouldn't be calling her fat would I? I'd be calling her anorexic. The boy I called stupid? I don't know any "normal" person that studies for 4 hours a night let alone a person with a learning disabilty. The girl I called ugly? Obviously she's doing it wrong if I'm still calling her ugly after she puts on her make up. The boy I just tripped? I don't exactly remember tripping anyone for no reason whatsoever but how in the hell do you know that he was abused at home? Quit making [cabbage] up. That PERSON whose CHAIN LETTER you just made FUN of? They have a SERIOUS disability that causes them to RANDOMLY write words in ALLCAPS. Also' date=' recorded lectures with awful quality. That combined with a high-pitched lecturer who sounds like she's always on crack makes for an unpleasant hour of listening. [/quote'] Laughed OUT loud, but YOU guys are MISSING the point. THE Facebook scumbaggery can be SET aside partially, CONSIDERING the message is QUITE valuable. This reminds me of that troll thread where the guy insisted we were all wrong about everything. CAPS make EVERYTHING seem ALRIGHT.

^ At least he's got red hair. And the pic is colored (new pet peeve).

There's no monthly fee, it's a one-time thing. If you're too cheap for that, you could try to find someone who doesn't use his account any more.

Either that or the fact it's less than 20 hours old - I expect to see it in tomorrow's paper. I just think that, as a moderator, you should refrain from making posts that detract from the discussion. If people don't like a thread, they don't read it. If a thread is useless, it dies. There's no need for "nobody cares" posts.

Right, but it still applies. Either way, I see no reason to post "nobody actually cares". It's a completely relevant story for many people, if only in the US, and dismissing it in such a way borders on absurdity. At the very least, you should allow the people who the story may be relevant to time to post, leaving a thread that doesn't interest you alone.

I hate to start this whole argument again, but the links I posted said nothing at all about Assange or Wikileaks. What they did mention was a multi-billion dollar fraud in which Bank of America essentially scams the US Gov't and its taxpayers, and if you don't care about that then you must be living in your own little bubble.

You can just cut and paste those links here to have it show up. Pssh, asians, and psssh, emo high school girl/picture that didn't show up. Dem reds are where it's at.

As long as what you're doing doesn't restart everything on the server, sounds good. Also, I wasn't aware there were two other people using the server.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure the hair is dyed. It seems a bit unnatural is all. I suggest a new rule: Every post must have a pic.

The Bank of America docs have been released. I'm surprised this hasn't been posted already: http://bankofamericasuck.com/03/13/ex-bank-of-ameica-employee-can-prove-mortgage-fraud-part-1 http://imgur.com/1ahFt http://imgur.com/5v5bh http://imgur.com/rNZPC https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=explorer&chrome=true&srcid=0B3D3Qv5hS0HVYzliNjY0YjgtMzU4NS00MjdjLWI2OTQtZWJmYjY4YTJlZDEy&hl=en&pli=1

Now that I thought about it, I can see how you would think there's no good American chocolate. The big brand chocolates (Hershey's) are junk, and most of the quality stuff is supposedly foreign. However, some of the best sweets I've had come from small, little-known local places. You really just have to look around a bit. For example, fudge from most places on Cape Cod is delicious, but there isn't any major company selling it, it's just individual family-run stores. It's a bit of a gamble going into those as a foreigner, I guess. Oh, and Wongtong, the pic isn't showing up but the description sounds great.

Or just use the account Napalm wants to lend out.

Secondeded.