Quote: "Hello Zombie20 - you returned? Well I can see you've managed to understand Grandma...though to be honest, I am in the mood for stabbing - there's a pointy thing on my desk...shall I use it...my sister's in the next room...should I listen to the voices of metal and murder - it'll be easy after all - just in the throat. Nice. Quick. Easy.
Though the pointing thing won't do much good - she might punch me to the ground before it does any harm, but it's the thought that counts, right? That's what my mother always taught me."
I am back, the beaches and lovely low clothed women have now become normal and I want to return to my coding, and oh my god I think I might actually have a game!!! FTW! = Computer haha, its all on paper. Now enough pointing out that I am doing some actual development.
Well we crazies have to understand each other through some means of communication otherwise what hope do we have as we undermine the authoritative figurehead running our every move
In the mood for stabbing eh, well I have always been against stabbing... unless it involves sisters because odds are that crazy female has herself a rocket launcher prepped for your arse, may I suggest a drop from the ceiling approach as she sleeps? Of course, you'll want something rather epic and opera like so I am going to call out some Opeth or Nightwish to better prepare yourself for the oncoming assault, you'll want to make sure you take out the land mines for your getaway, go go go!
As far as mosh pits go, I remember last year I was in on one and some poor girl got her darn nose broke open but everyone helped her out, in fact about a good 10 people stopped moshing to see if she was okay, I thought that was sweet but she jumped back in a couple minutes later after going to the bathroom - dedication. I remember getting knocked around pretty good, there were guys at least twice my skinny size but I''m gangly so it figures out in the end, but it was all good fun. I mean even at some hardcore shows people tend to just realise, my god we're having fun because we crave some bruising, not killing one another.
Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee cappacino, JAVA!
