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Let me start by saying that nothing irritates me more in life than the disgusting specimen known as the high-school athlete. To see one of these self-entitled low castes with nary a true ambition to their name gain the admiration and acceptance of all simply due to an ability to run or jump is among the most disgusting things I have seen in my time on this Earth. To think that they so obviously doomed to a life of mediocrity and powerlessness deserve a free ride through life simply due to some talent literally inconsequential in any era of our species' history besides now is a thought that brings me nothing but rage.

To that end, I would enjoy nothing more than to see them crippled. On the day of their greatest race, game, match, whatever, literally inches away from a defining point in their lives, I would want to see them broken in the most agonizing way possible. To have their shallow, meaningless dreams stripped from them in so crushing a fashion is a thrilling concept for me, and one that most certainly would leave me entertained for months. Oh, but it would not be enough for them simply to be left incapable of doing what they have built their very lives around, they must be continually reminded of just how pointless they are when deprived of their equally pointless ability.

Sadism, sure. but it is in the nature of greatness to dominate and torture those inherently undeserving of it. Great men not only pave the way for their own success, but make sure that everyone else fails, and is always aware of just how impossible their prior aspirations were.

Any thoughts?

The parallels are striking, and the similarities are so obvious that I wonder why no one has brought this up before.

Both games are ultra-aggressive, over the top, "macho" first person shooters, with an emphasis on 'splosions, gore, and the objectification of women. Both feature gameplay derivative of the standard shooter of the period they were released in. Both were massively hyped and massively delayed, with vasts sums of money put into advertising, which primarily focused on how "awesome" and "genre defying" each game would be. However, when finally released, each game proved to be a considerable disappointment, with both graphics and gameplay showing themselves to be obviously dated and lackluster compared to their less exposed FPS brethren.

In the end, both games will be fondly remembered as stunning examples of what not to do in the design and marketing of a videogame. It goes to show just how much of a negative effect frequent delays and developer shifts can have on the overall quality of a game, and how a subpar product can leave an incredibly bitter taste in the collective mouth of gamers everywhere when promoted as being blockbusting masterpieces.

Legalizing drugs won't work because all the druglords have to do is to cut the price of their stuff to beat the crap you could buy anyway. Something from nothing is still something. The drug lords CREATE the demand and then profit ANY way they can, period. OK, legalize drugs...now, when the farmers of your huge, gov't OK'd farms end up dead what will you do next? The ONLY answer to fixing the problem is no consumption, period. You want to make the money dry up? STOP smoking pot and snorting cocaine and the rest of that mind-numbing crap. Grow up, charve your little goatee, get a job and realize that YOU, yes YOU drug consumer, are the problem, not the gov't keeping drugs illegal. You simply want your little perversion to be legalized so your pathetic activities have merit. I laugh so hard when I hear the potheads proclaiming the value of hemp, you can make shirts, ropes, shampoo, bags etc etc... They have NO interest in SAVING anything except their precious little bag of weed and will use just about any excuse to legitimize it.

How simple minded of you. Typical of the modern, liberal generation.

In my opinion, Tron Legacy was a terrible movie. Why you ask? Simple, bio-digital jazz. Jeff Bridges simply did not get enough bio-digital jazz from his ISO's in that bathrobe. Bio-digital jazz is why Jeff Bridges had to eat and drink inside a computer. Bio-digital jazz is how Jeff Bridges got a stuffed boar and blue Hawaiian Punch inside a computer. Bio-digital jazz is why the director of Tron Legacy spent 95% of the budget on CGI, and after producing two hours of random, "cool" special effects, realized that he lacked a script, or even a plot, so he got some of the people responsible for the CGI to write the script in their off time. This why we get stuff like bio-digital jazz and Jeff Bridges in a bathrobe trying to sound like he is stoned all the time.

In my opinion, Tron Legacy was a terrible movie. Why you ask? Simple, biojazz. Jeff Bridges simply did not get enough biojazz from his ISO's in that bathrobe. Biojazz is why Jeff Bridges had to eat and drink inside a computer. Biojazz is how Jeff Bridges got a stuffed boar and blue Hawaiian Punch inside a computer. Biojazz is why the director of Tron Legacy spent 95% of the budget on CGI, and after producing two hours of random, "cool" special effects, realized that he lacked a script, or even a plot, so he got some of the people responsible for the CGI to write the script in their off time. This why we get stuff like biojazz and Jeff Bridges in a bathrobe.

Over the years, I have met many people with many viewpoints, beliefs, and temperaments. Some people were ironclad in their beliefs, implacable mountains that refused to change for anything but the greatest of influences. Others were fickle, leaves caught in a stream, constantly changing, sometimes in positive ways, other times in negative ways. The forces that get people to change baffle me, and I have had precious little success in trying to pry reasons from these people.

Tell me Newgrounds, what do you think can change the nature of man?

I'm madly in love with a Swiss foreign exchange student. I'm good friends with her at school and she lives very close to me, so I'm considering how I can "take it to the next level" if you know what I mean.

For someone, somewhere, will have used them to justify his own stupidity.

When did it become "cool" to be poor? Wherever I go, I see low caste trash listening to street urchin music and partaking in illicit substances as only low castes do. This is disgusting. But what truly sickens me, is when I see a priviledged, gifted child attempting to act in like society's trash because it is "hip" or "jive" or whatever they call it now-a-days. Poor people are not meant to be looked up to, they did not try in life and chose to become leeches, living off the good graces of those greater than themselves. This is simply unacceptable. The poor have a place in society, yes, as the menial labourers, the unskilled, but this is a dishonorable profession, fit for those who can do no better with their paltry lives.

Tell me NG, what is your opinion on this?

This journal was recovered from the corpse of one Alfred Thompson, a renowned botanist. His body was found in a state of extensive decay, cause of death unknown. Several plants matching the description of those in journal were found at his residence, and have been sent to the CDC under suspicion of containing lethal biological agents.

March 16: I have recently recieved a package from an unknown source. The only things inside were a packet of seeds, and a small scrap of paper with the words, "Devil Plant" written on. The reverse side says, "You'll enjoy this." It's odd, I almost feel compelled to grow these, even though they appear to be your regular, everyday seeds.

March 18: It's strange, the seeds show absolutely no signs of development when I grow them with what implements I have here, I think I might have to steal some supplies from the university to ensure their correct growth. It seems that their "pull" becomes stronger and stronger by the day.

March 25: Success! The first signs of sprouting are beginning to occur. The prototype growing agent and UV light I took must be paying off.

April 2: The seeds have stopped growing, but I growing more and more fond of plant as days go by. It's going to be beautiful fully grown, and what medical uses it might have! The very thought makes me positively giddy!

April 5: I can hear them now. They cry out to me. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. All the nutrients I can give them aren't enough. They want more. I want my children to grow so much. But what can I give them?

April 6: In desperation from their screams I sliced my palm open. The blood dripped onto them and the pleading stopped. "Father," they whisper, "We want more, but you cannot give us it alone." They are growing now.

April 8: I know what I must do. I am scared.

April 10: I found the perfect candidate, Carol, one of the girls who goes to my classes at the University. Such a pretty girl, bright too. She will please my children.

April 11: She was easy to get home after the chloroform. They protest though, she must be aware during the sacrifice for them to feed. A few hours later and the drugs wore off. She was crying and so was I. I didn't want to do this, but it is all for the greater good. That of my children. I am giving away my whole world for them. A quick slice with the knife at the femoral artery and the blood spilled everywhere, bathing my precious children. They sighed in pleasure as the crimson engulfed them and it gave me such pride to know that I was helping them. They even asked for the body not just the blood! I knew I made such a good choice with her.

April 15: They are perfect now. Fully grown, their magnificent emerald stalks and star shaped leaves shooting out from the corpse of the whore like a forest of perfection. They are proud of me. No longer are their whispers of hunger and suffering, now they are of beauty and brilliance, and how they long to share their perfection with the world. They say humanity is corrupt, cannot be trusted, how they can bring peace and satisfaction to this world half empty. They want to spread.

April 16: I have groomed them of their seeds. In unmarked boxes I have shipped their brilliance to every botanical institution I can think of. Their glory shall embrace the world. Their divine star leaves and shoots shall blanket every corner of the world thicker than bamboo. They will feast upon the lower species and uplift this world from it's sin and wickedness. And I shall have a place among them they say. A place in the new verdegris heaven that will soon take the world.

April 17: I scatter their holy progeny to the winds, root them in the city gardens. I can hear them wherever I go now, their praise is warmer and more satisfying than anything I have ever experienced. Every syllable an orgasm. Will this be what perfection alongside them will be like?

April 18: I fed a piece of homeless trash to them this morning. I am ashamed, I wish I could do better for them. They are so understanding, they say they do not need any more sustenance, but they appreciated it greatly. They love me. They think I am the greatest father. For once in my life, I am in bliss.

April 19: They tell me to rest, they can feel more of themselves sprouting across the globe, that soon a new order will be upon this planet.

April 20: They have but one last task of me. In order for me to join their absolute perfection I must smoke them. They say my body will die, but my soul shall live on inside of them, part of something vast and greater than my mind can imagine. Heaven is close, I can feel it. I tear off their star leaves, and slowly roll it them into a cylinder, no paper made of pretender plant can be allowed near my children. Using a match I light the leaves, at first there was nothing, but as I lay writing this, I can feel it. They are inside me and I am inside them. It is so beautiful, but even as my body lays dying, I know new life shall sprout from it. They are showing me such fascinating things. They show me the police bursting into my home, they know about the meal I fed them they say. But none of that matters any more. Perfection is here and I am part of it.

At 11/11/10 12:16 AM, keldoclock wrote: Learn small amounts of Swiss. Write it instead of trying to say it.

She told me about this, Switzerland has four languages, and she speaks two of them fluently, German and French. Which is better?

Except, she doesn't have very good English, and I'm afraid she will misinterpret whatever is said.

With a beautiful Swiss girl. She is amazing in almost everything, dignified, regal, and carries herself in a way no other girl could hope to match. She will only be here seven more months, but I will miss her more than anything. The only problem is, I'm too shy to express my feelings, and I think I'm in the "friend zone". What should I do NG? Time keeps on ticking away.

You must have fucking tree trunks instead of arms if you use guns in 22. and 44. caliber. Also, Rouger guns are the shite, fuck those nubtards at Ruger, Rouger is OG. Cleaving through a person's skull with a katana should be easy for you too, considering how strong you must be to fire fucking artillery pieces.

I think I really love her, but I'm not sure about what to do with it...

I have seven months.

She's from Switzerland and is unquestionably one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met. She is intelligent, athletic, erudite, and most importantly, dignified and regal. A real killer queen. One of the few human beings I am able to see more good in than bad. Unfortunately, she is two years older than me, and while we are quite good friends, and she acts very positively around me, I am not sure she likes me. That, and due to her lack of English skills (she speaks German and French fluently) I am unsure about whether this is her true character, or simply a naive, foreign facade. Also, the obvious language barrier makes it hard for me to ask her out and her host family is a complete bitch to her and won't let her do anything.

Tell me NG, what should I do?

She is from Switzerland and I am already good friends with her. However, I am looking to get a little bit closer, does anyone have any tips on how to pick up Swiss girls? She is hawt and doesn't speak very good English, but I think that makes her even better and more attractive. And she doesn't sleep, and I think she is a werewolf because she sleeps even less on full moons. She gets out of all her homework by saying she doesn't understand it too. What should I do? Oh yeah, raep is not an option.

Hmmmm... Let's see, both feature extreme stereotypes of black males... propensity to ridiculous violence and outbursts of rage... singin' ana dancin'... lusting after the white women.... ratty clothes... and often speak about how much better blacks are than whites. Am I having an epiphany here?

And you notice them, and hold them at gun point, could you force them to drink drain cleaner or antifreeze under pain of death and still have it declared self defense?

Jenkem and Space monkey.

I like amateur, home made stuff myself.

I hate the idiots who believe that legalizing marijuana, cocaine, or "drugs" in general would help fight the drug cartels. No, it wouldn't. It would only anger them and make drug violence all the worse. The drug cartels make billions every year and have billions, possibly trillions in reserve. By legalizing drugs you would be cutting off their number one income, which may sound appealing in the short term, but will only anger them in the long run. By cutting off the drug cartels' profit, they will turn to other, much worse acts of violence in an attempt to bring their enterprise back. What is now a battle will turn to a war as the Mexicans attempt to force the weak of mind addicts into their thrall rather than whichever American company decides to get bigger in the field of vice. Assassinations on American companies would run rampant, and soon we would have to purge Mexico just to stop the blatant outlawism.

Any thoughts?

It was a regular day. Up at six, traversing the roughly cobbled road from my home to the place where I have spent the majority of my life. Work. I looked to my right as I traveled through the Mouth and past the sign, bearing the letters, "AAHYWEH", the Lakes were doing just fine, one in its usually state, the state most associate with where I live, and the other frozen. Odd, but my the tastes of my boss have varied greatly over the many years he has been in charge here. I ply my managerial trade down on the sixth floor of the place, overseeing the peons and making sure their tasks and punishment are always up to par. I pass my coworkers, some ranking with me, some below me, and one or two of which I are trusted lieutenants to the boss. Down the levels I go, you might even call them rings, they certainly are arranged that way, till I reached the sixth. Downright heretical really, why some of the worser layers are above us rather than below. Anyway, off to the daily grind, torturous and painful as always.

This is not right. There should not be that much light down here. The normal sounds of the upper areas have stopped, replaced with what I can only describe as a chorus, one made up of voices too ethereal and penetrating to have ever come from the lungs of a man. I can here them, the wretches my peons watch, cheering, believing they are saved, shouting and pleading to be able to return home, to the light. I order the legions to silence them, to return them to their usual depression and agony. This is not right. Some of the higher ups went to sort out the mess on their own. They should be powerful enough, but the chorus and light are grower ever stronger, tearing my eardrums and making my flesh sizzle. Just as I am about to flee to the boss, I notice they have reached my level. Many winged things incinerating all they touch. But most disconcertingly is what is leading them. A man.

Just as I thought all was lost, my hopes were rekindled. There was the boss, he would take out these invaders. I was shocked as he charged the man leading them, only to be thrown back, his normally beautiful visage torn to shreds, reduced to his true ugly and damned form, my boss lay weeping on the ground, wondering how he could have lost his kingdom in such a way. Shocked with fright and fear, I was about to sob as well when I felt a the sensation of the man's arms around me. At that moment I could feel it, all of the cold and hate I had held inside me was allayed by the feeling of his arms. In them, I could feel everything I once loved. The warmth, the love, the sheer majesty of His grace, all of it flooded inside me as I felt my essence purified, saved even. In that moment, I knew who that man was. HE WAS JESUS.

It was a regular day. Up at six, traversing the roughly cobbled road from my home to the place where I have spent the majority of my life. Work. I looked to my right as I traveled through the Mouth and past the sign, bearing the letters, "AAHYWEH", the Lakes were doing just fine, one in its usually state, the state most associate with where I live, and the other frozen. Odd, but my the tastes of my boss have varied greatly over the many years he has been in charge here. I ply my managerial trade down on the sixth floor of the place, overseeing the peons and making sure their tasks and punishment are always up to par. I pass my coworkers, some ranking with me, some below me, and one or two of which I are trusted lieutenants to the boss. Down the levels I go, you might even call them rings, they certainly are arranged that way, till I reached the sixth. Downright heretical really, why some of the worser layers are above us rather than below. Anyway, off to the daily grind, torturous and painful as always.

This is not right. There should not be that much light down here. The normal sounds of the upper areas have stopped, replaced with what I can only describe as a chorus, one made up of voices too ethereal and penetrating to have ever come from the lungs of a man. I can here them, the wretches my peons watch, cheering, believing they are saved, shouting and pleading to be able to return home, to the light. I order the legions to silence them, to return them to their usual depression and agony. This is not right. Some of the higher ups went to sort out the mess on their own. They should be powerful enough, but the chorus and light are grower ever stronger, tearing my eardrums and making my flesh sizzle. Just as I am about to flee to the boss, I notice they have reached my level. Many winged things incinerating all they touch. But most disconcertingly is what is leading them. A man.

Just as I thought all was lost, my hopes were rekindled. There was the boss, he would take out these invaders. I was shocked as he charged the man leading them, only to be thrown back, his normally beautiful visage torn to shreds, reduced to his true ugly and damned form, my boss lay weeping on the ground, wondering how he could have lost his kingdom in such a way. Shocked with fright and fear, I was about to sob as well when I felt a the sensation of the man's arms around me. At that moment I could feel it, all of the cold and hate I had held inside me was allayed by the feeling of his arms. In them, I could feel everything I once loved. The warmth, the love, the sheer majesty of His grace, all of it flooded inside me as I felt my essence purified, saved even. In that moment, I knew who that man was. HE WAS JESUS.

You need a bigger hard drive, 500gb can go by pretty fast if you download porn.

Because it makes animals kill themselves.

Sad video, but totally ineffective and I still think that climate change is not the global super Anti Christ all the liberals think it is.

OK, this is a work in progress but it goes something like this.

"Children of the Earth Rejoice
Cause Every Day we Have a Choice
So Touch a Mountain
Climb a Mountain
Feel a Mountain"

Then I have to work on the rest!

A miserable little pile of secrets.