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Rom Manic                   Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Which emulator is the most compatible with the game Ikaruga? I've been trying to figure it out, but most of my sources are outdated, so I was wondering if a DC guru had any opinion on it... | |||
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| I've recently come across the XNA Game Studio which was released by microsoft sometime before christmas. By it self it is not a game studio, but rather an extension to Visual C# 2005 exp Think of it as .NET for the XBox 360 
What I come here to ask is for people who can meet the following criteria, and are interested in helping me research this new fangled dev pack. The criteria are this: - Own an Xbox 360 and have it hooked to a LAN (No need for Live, just so long as it's on a LAN connected to your computer workstation). - Have Microsoft Visual C# 2005 exp - Have a DVD-R drive capable of burning DVD-R's. If you have those, and want to assist me in doing this project, please let me know via E-mail, PM, or if you can find me on IRC, in #rohmacking. Please note this really isn't a game developing project. I ask for assistance because I do not own an Xbox 360 myself, or I would be doing it on my own 
Basically, your job would be to paste code I send via TXT or IRC or MSN or whichever protocol you're familiar with into C#, and compile it so it will play on your Xbox 360 console, noting any errors/successes the code will give you. Of course, those who volunteer may be privy to certain aspects of future endeavors with my own company, Consoledev Games, like beta testing and pre-release editions of games. So, hope to hear from someone!  |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| I'd so name my kid Dutch, or Revy if it was a girl. | |||
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| As an investment company, I'm sure they have no problem forking out money to lawyers to sue these three to keep this patent, which will then force the three companies to either A) Race for a bigger offer to buy the patent, or B) simply engineer another system for their peripherals.
This way, everyone wins. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Is this actually gonna happen, or is it rumours you heard?
In any case, if the RIAA can get away with music downloads, we should too. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Part 2 =-=-=-=-=-=-= X slowly powered back up, and found himself in a large, temple like room, with stone walls and floors, and a torch-lit chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It reminded him of the Aztec temples he had visited earlier that year escorting an Archaeological team for some new research on a hidden wall within the temple. Getting up, he ran a diagnostics scan on his systems, and found everything to be working OK. He looked around to survey the area. There was an exit to the wall ahead of him, but other than that, there was nothing else. He began to walk through the torch-lit hallways, his metallic boots making loud clangs against the stone floor. There were tons of markings along the walls, paintings of great battles, kings, and defeats. He looked across the markings, finding them extraordinary, and then began to notice a pattern. Whenever there was a defeat portrayed, a figure, shrouded in black smoke, was always present. But whenever a victory was shown, a bright, shining figure seemed to eliminate the villains, or the enemy to whoever drew the pictures. Taking more and more interest in the paintings, he began to visually record them within his memory matrix. Then he came to a room where a small river surrounded an island in the middle of the room. On that island, connected by a stone bridge, there was what resembled an Ark of some kind. Cautiously, X looked around the room. There were dozens of paintings and writings along the walls, and at the very back there was that figure in white again, in the center of the wall. A few golden rays of light poured in from a hole in the roof, and gave the dimly lit room an eerie aura to it. He walked across the bridge towards the Ark, feeling more and more curious every minute. As he walked the bridge, though, lights from under the water began to light up, creating a reflecting light off the walls of the big room. As he reached the Ark, the lights tuend on all around the edges of the concrete, all around the room, not just the island, which bettter lit the room. He approached the Ark, and saw an engraved figure on the lid. To his immense surprise, it resembled a Robot. "Perhaps the temple builders thought he was some kind of metallic God," he said to himself, "But who made him...He must be ancient..." Reluctantly, X placed his hand on the Ark, and immediately the engravings and writings on it lit up, as well as the edges along the lid and the rest of the Ark. With a hiss of decayed oxygen, the lid began to slide off. X backed away, and readied his buster for whatever popped out at him. When the smog cleared, he crept closer to look inside. It was the figure from the lid, but now he looked much more realistic. His white armor shone like new, and the gem on his forehead glowed a deep violet. His armor was trimmed with purple and gold, and his weapon seemes to be much different from his own. X stared in wonder. Who was this mysterious figure? He realized that the only way to find out was to activate him, so he looked at the inside of the Ark. There seemed to be a cord, attaching the mystreious Reploid to the Ark. Gently, his disconnected it, and waited for something to happen. He watched for a few minutes, then finally the Reploid stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at X, and smiled. "Hello," He said, weakly, "I require some assistance getting up. Would you assist me?" X, extending his hand, helped the Reploid out of the Ark, and backed up a bit. The new Reploid looked around, then at X, and smiled. "My name is Arturo," he said, sitting down. He looked up at X, head tilted to the side, "And what is your name?" "My name is X," replied X, beginning to like this Arturo, "I'm part of an organization called the Maverick Hunters, but right now...I have no idea where I am, or what this is supposed to be, exactly." He waved his hand at the temple walls around him. Arturo smiled again, "I built this place long ago...I used it as a place of refuge, and drew my life story for everyone who wished it so to see." "Then it seems we both have had troubled pasts," said X, "Both filled with war and suffering...But you said this was your place of refuge. If you don't mind me asking, what was it exactly you were running from?" Arturo sighed, and bowed his head for a moment. When he looked back up, his eyes were filled with forgottem memories and pain. "Long ago, I was created to defend my people against a dark enemy," he said at last, "His name, at that time, was unknown to me, but my people called him 'The Dark One'" He waved his hand across the room, "We fought many battles, but eventually I was the victor, and was rewarded with praise from the people I had saved." "But the high council did not approve," he said, his face saddening, "They called me a traitor and banished me. Across the galaxy I could find no refuge but here, with a race that had no connection to any outside influence. I was mistaken for a God, and they called me their protector because I defeated their enemies for them," "And then I decided that my time was done, that I was done fighting battles for people," he continued, "And I built this temple using materials from my ship, and the stone from the ground beneath us, to hide myself from those who would seek evil upon me." He began to walk down the bridge, and X followed him, interested by his story. "And here I slept for a very long time," said Arturo, looking around at the paintings like long lost memories, "Waiting for someone to take my place as the Hero, the defender of worlds." He turned to face X, smiling, "And now you are here." X took a moment to let that sink in. Hero? He fought for the good of Earth. But the Defender of an entire Galaxy he was not. Still, he needed to ask more questions. "Where did this 'Dark One' come from?" Asked X, "Who built him?" Arturo sighed, looking down. "The same people who built me...The Xanaxis high council...They could not keep him under control, eventually bringing an army to his will, and then I was created to lead the defending armies of Xanax to stop him." "The dark one was a powerful machine, with a power unlike any other," He continued, rubbing his hands together, and continuing to walk back down the hallway, "He had been corrupted by a weapon known as the Dementia Machine, which was a machine built purely on dark magic, and infected him with an odd virus, which could be spread, but only from one who was infected directly from the Dementia Machine." "Magic?" X said, in surprise, "On Earth, Magic is just a myth, so forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that concept." Arturo laughed, "It is not a problem. Many cultures do not believe what they cannot explain." Then his exp conqueror of worlds, designed to eradicate all civilization in the universe, to respawn a new species of free will, who would share peace among their bretheren." "As far as my records tell, the people inhabiting that planet were a mining colony, and were very corrupt. Their entire society was based on black law, which is essentially a system of Anarchy, governed by themselves." "But then he stumbled upon the Dementia Machine by pure accident." He paused for a moment, then began again, "The former residents of that planet used it to create black armies of destruction on their own people by brainwashing the innocent." "Eventually the abnormally strong atmosphere could take no more, and began to transform into a red hue, slowly dissipating," said Arturo, his face saddened by this fact, "The planet would soon be uninhabitable by those on the surface, but the scientists at Xanax believed they could reverse the process." "And that is when he found the Dementia Machine," He said, standing in front of a painting, which seemed to represent the Dementia Machine, "This old machine, with technology far surpassing anything he had seen on the planet. With curiosity taking over his system, he activated it and infected himself with the virus. Turning on his fellow conquerors, he returned to Xanax and began a reign of terror against countless innocent peoples...Millions were lost..." He bowed his head. X came to him and tried to comfort him. "You did the best you could, Arturo," X said, "You saved the people of Xanax from a terrible fate, and even though you were a traitor, you continued to fight for people, and helped them win their battles over the enemy. You did good," Arturo looked at X, then back at the floor. "Yes," He said, smiling faintly, "I did." ******************* Swirls of evil and chaos surrounded Zero as he ran through the darkness of his nightmare. Behind him, a figure shrouded in black chased him though the void, relentless in his pursuit. Zero turned to face his opponent. He was gaining on him, fast. There was no escape. Soon, he would have to fight this creature. But something inside Zero told him to run. A fear he had never felt before, burning him from the inside. Suddenly, he tripped, and began to fall. He let out a wail as he plummeted through the darkness, and let out a groan of agony as he crashed some distance below. Slowly, he looked up. The creature stood there, high above him on what would resemble a cliff. He got up, and began trudging through this new darkness. On the ground, whisps of some kind of cloud glowed a deep green, purple and blue, all around him, and in a straight line. Seeing no other choice, he continued down the path, not knowing where it lead. For miles upon miles, it seemed like he was going around in circles. But then he saw a light at then end of what appeared to be a tunnel. With nowhere else to go but back, he began to run in desperation to the light. But the more he ran, the more the light dimmed. Stopping for a moment, the light stopped shrinking. He took a breath, and walked the rest of the way until he made it to the light, which was an opening to a desert land. Stepping into this new world, the hold closed behind him, revealing more empty desert. He looked around in every direction. Everything on this planet had turned red. The sand, the sky, but the clouds remained close to a black color. With nowhere to go, he looked closely. In one direction, he saw what might have been the remains of a city. He chose to walk in that direction. But he did not reach the city for several days. In thag period, he would shut down at night to power himself back up for the following morning. When he awoke each morning, he would find lizards surrounding him, and scuttling away when he began to move. When he reached the city, there was what looked like the remnants of a small war. Debris and spent shells from projectile weapons lay everywhere, as well as entire sections of buildings and factories lay scattered around everywhere. Walking through the ruined city, he began to look for any possible survivors. Several weeks passed, and he had searched every part of the city. All but one, that is. The dark mist from the nightmare realm surrounded it, and he was afraid to enter. He knew the answers to this place lay there, but the fear inside burned greater than ever before, and when he would think he had the courage and entered the mist, he quickly changed his mind, and ran to a dark corner. There, he would curl into a ball and rock back and forth, fear consuming him. He knew it was pitiful, but he could not control himself. It was too terrible a fear to overcome. But he knew eventually he would have to. It scared the living hell out of him. ---------------------- Kind of a twist with human emotions, and lots of unexplained parts, but I assure you it's all for dramatic effect |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Originally posted by Ailure If it pleases you all, I would have to mention that that is a false statement. C# is very effective as a proprietary Object Oriented language. It may use .NET, but if you're programming for Windows, it's probably the best thing you can learn for yourself. Not only that, it's easy to learn. http://msdn.microsoft.com/vstudio/exp Use those video's to help you learn. They may be very basic, but if I may, I advise you to look on Programmers Heaven for their C# tutorial. It is very comprehensive, and will teach you the basics of C#, .NET, and everything you need to know. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| I myself enjoy an Ice beer, such as Maclays or Carling or Lucky Lager, but I've been known to drink Coors and Canadian. Maximum Ice was always a favorite, mainly because of it's cost and size. Speaking of which, there are a few things I'll go by when choosing a brew.
1) Taste - Above all, if it tastes real good and I don't get turned away from the first bottle, it automatically becomes a favorite. Canadian, Maclays, Corona, and Coors are prime examples of this being a deciding factor. In the case of Maximum Ice, the taste is not overly appealing, but it is a malt beer, and it comes in 40oz bottles for just under $5.00 CDN (See price factor) 2) Popularity - As taste was a deciding factor for Canadian and Coors, they also are brought in by the popularity factor. Alot of people I know drink them, and by being household names (Among the beer drinkers) it influences the decision of what to buy when you are in a position to share your case of beer with others. What do you know they will enjoy, or just say "Fuck yeah, you brought the Canadian/Coors/Whatever this time!". And as such, many people do not drink Coors/Canadian/Whatever because of what other people tell them about the brews. 3) Availability - Domestic always comes in bulk, which also brings into account the popularity factor. Beer stores tend to sell in large quantities what they know people want. Canadian, Coors, Budweiser, Labatt, and other brands that are well known around here can influence it. Imported tend to come in small 6 pack, 4 tallboy cans, or single tallboy/regular 355 mL cans, so when you need alot, it can be expensive, as well as giving off the odd feeling of dragging 2 six packs to your party. 4) Price - Sometimes you can get lucky and find a cheap imported brand like Guiness to soothe your wallets woes, but on the domestic side it's really half and half. With the popularity factor the price may increase, and without it the price can be very appealing, but not always without the cost of taste. Alot of "24 for $24" deal beers have a nasty taste, like Laker brands. Others, like Lucky Lager or Carling, do not sacrifice taste for price, and thus still keep a good, affordable beer on the shelves for those of us who are not well stocked with pocket money. But aside from beer, I myself am a Hard Liquor fan (Ukrainian and Polish Vodka's, to be precise ). But hey, you asked |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Well, it's just the opinion of one guy on a web forum saying what I said, but it really is a good idea if you ask any C# coders out there.
And Mono sounds pretty awesome, I hope it reaches it's full potential. MS may not be working on such things, but Linux and Solaris and whatever aren't their prime sources of capital |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| The only reason Pirate Bay got shut down was because of pressure from the United States MPAA and RIAA and associated lawyers. Unless new law has passed, Sweden is very much still a Pirate State, in terms of having nothing to do with international copyright.
Sealand may very well be the same, but unlike Sweden, the police (If any exist at all) will have no reason to bust down the door and shut them down, and anyone trying to convince them to do otherwise may as well be talking to a brick wall. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Did they consider getting a group of females together for the panda to choose? It may very well be the pair are like sticking Eminem and Britney Spears in a room and being told to fuck.
Bearing in mind, it would be Britney with all the objections. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Originally posted by ApophisOriginally posted by Rom Manic Not the point. I meant for the Male to choose a female who is willing, to see if it is just the male or if it is a problem with the female. Most likely it is, in which case she could be replaced. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| We the mediator was the funniest I've ever seen it yesterday.
Oh yeah, Bill O'Reilly kicked ass |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| By saying being on Colbert's show a waste of time.
PS (Elaborating on my earlier post on the "We the Mediator"): YAH!!!! |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Part 3 =-=-=-=-=-=-= Alia watched the battle rage on at the castle with a look of astonishment on her face. Out of nowhere, dozens of half-moon shaped vessels had descended into the battlefield and began decimating Lazarus's forces with ease and extreme precision. Within minutes, the alien fighters had accomplished more damage than the Maverick Hunters had done during the entire battle. Then, after the vast majority of Lazarus's forces were destroyed, and Alia was sure things wouldn't get any weirder, they did. The Mitos was bigger than any ship Alia had ever seen. She had seen it briefly from satellite images, but seeing it like this was beyond anything she could imagine. It was shaped like a double edged axe, with defense turrets lining the sides. The front of the ship was distinguishable from a sloped, protruding tower on the top, which faced in the direction the ship was going. Signas shifted uneasily on his feet. He was sure that the ship was large, but he didn't expect it to be this big... "That ship is huge," He said with awe, looking at the ship descend and hover beside Lazarus's ship. Alia looked at him, a look of worry on her face "Yeah...But what do they want with him? And why did they come to earth?" Then she had an idea "Do you think...Do you think they're connected with the Nightmare Virus somehow?" Signas shared her worry, but didn't let it show. He sat down on a chair, and then sighed. "We really don't know anything, Alia." He said to her, giving her a skeptical look, "For the moment, all we have to do is trust them." "But how can we trust them?!" She cried, "They came here ready to obliterate anyone, and anything. These people are connected, I know it...I can feel it...Can't you figure that out, Signas? What do they want with us...?” She put her head in her hands in frustration, and then continued to watch the view screen. Signas watched her anger show, and joined her in watching the view screen. Then, out of nowhere, the Mitos rammed Lazarus's spherical ship, knocking it off course. Alia and Signas just stared. Then, a few minutes later, the interior of the sphere began to glow, and then exploded with the force of a small supernova. She watched as the sky erupted into a sea of white, and the ground rippled with devastation and destruction. Eventually, the sky cleared, and the Mitos hovered in one place, undamaged by the massive explosion. Alia stared at the ship in confusion. How could it have not sustained any damage whatsoever from such a huge blast? Something wasn’t right. She could feel it. And soon, she would know for sure. ******************* X continued to walk the halls with Arturo, fascinated by the stories behind the paintings and scriptures written on the walls. “Most of these paintings are from the battles between me and the Dark One,” He explained, looking upon the walls with X, “The entire conflict lasted more than 100 years…” “100 years?!” X cried out, “That’s a heck of a long time to fight. Why did it take so long for the conflict to end?” Arturo smiled, and waved his hand for X to follow him down a darkened corridor. “Come…I’ll show you…” ******************* Zero lay curled in a ball on the pavement. The dark place called out to him…It consumed his every thought, his every bit of rationality…It called his name with a passion that resembled evil… Zero…Zero…Come here…There’s something I want to show you… He got up. He couldn’t take this torture anymore. He had to destroy this voice inside his head, and he knew the only way in was down into the dark place. He ran with speed he never knew he had. Grinning, he leapt over the rubble and destruction. As he approached the black door, he could feel its evil get stronger with every step he took towards it. It mocked him, and he was going to destroy it. He took out his Z-Saber, and sliced the door open, watching the pieces fall around him. There were stairs leading down a twisty stairwell, consumed with dark smoke. He began to make his way down the stairs, and soon he was completely smothered in the black smoke. Yet still he could see…The reason eluded him, but it was like looking through the eyes of the devil… The stairs ended, and he came to a large corridor. Anger erupted within him once again, his patience at an end. He ran with full speed down the corridor, dragging his Z-Saber along the wall in a wavy pattern. He saw a wall, at the end of the hallway, and realized that this was the end. No. It couldn’t be. The answer is here somewhere. It has to be. I WON’T LET THIS PLACE BE MY TOMB! Zero…You’ve finally come to me… WHO ARE YOU!? Heheh…Come in and find out… With a burst of newfound anger, he crashed into the wall, hoping, he would break through it. But instead, he bounced off it, and lay there in misery…Waiting for an answer to his question… Worthless…Nothing…Pathetic…These words describe your failure, but no words describe your incompetence…So sleep now, child, and beware the dawn…For tomorrow I will not be so forgiving… ------------------ Yay, Zero is being utterly tormented and very slowly growing more utterly insane!  Meanwhile, X is being led to a deep abyss, but what could await them there?
And yes, I know these keep getting shorter, but I figure posting it is the best way to get critique for a final version. So PLEASE CRITIQUE! |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Terranigma, if you want my opinion, was one of the greatest games for the SNES. If you can stand to get past Louran and Bloody Mary, you can beat any game (And know the game gets progressively more interesting and easy)
Chrono Trigger wasn't the best, but it was good in terms of length and gameplay. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| why didn't i post this in craziness.......
[23:37] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> HUAK! [23:38] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> something is amiss with my socks [23:38] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> hmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm they appear to be wet [23:39] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> shit...nobody is alive [23:39] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> is it possible armageddon has come and i survived? [23:39] *** Kattwah quit (Quit: /join Real Life) [23:40] * +Lakmir steals ONE of AVeryIntoxicatedManic's socks [23:42] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> THEY ARE WET YOU MAY BE CONTAMINSATGED [23:42] * +Lakmir tosses it in the incinerator [23:43] <+AVeryIntoxicatedManic> rich bastard i feel special. also, this.. i do not understand how i am functioning eihter. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| So I recently had a dream, last night to be exact. Amongst the various random images which I still have yet to decipher, there was another part of my dream which I do think I understand.
I was on MSN, chatting to someone I don't know, and the words "She cut herself to help her feel the pain" kept on scrolling down the page, like the other person copied and pasted it over and over again. I felt, or rather I knew he was talking about my Ex, who I knew cut herself in the past. It's strange, though. We've been out of contact for at least a year and a half. But we went out for a year, so when we broke up it was very hard on me...I am semi-ashamed to say I ran away from that situation, but I know it's never too late to try and talk to her again. It's just so damn hard to even look at her anymore...Maybe it's because she's now with the guy who is her first love, and the guy who took advantage of her on multiple occasions while we went out. Or maybe it's because I'm a damn coward... But regardless, I find myself lost again, like I was for the first few months of our relationship. I am gonna be 21 in April, and my grandmother wants to see me with a child before she dies...What the hell am I going to do? The only one I really ever cared about is with someone else, and I've been looking for a while now. It's like nobody shares my interests. But at the same time, I don't want to get hurt again. I don't ever wanna feel so miserable like I was back then. What should I do? I'm comfortable with being single, but deep down I want someone to hold close. It's just I can't find the right one... |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| When you love someone, you tend to overlook things that are out of your control. I do not consider myself naive, however forgiving I am, but when this happens to you, you're faced with a choice. I hold no judgement for her on that, but I felt I should have mentioned it anyway.
I know she was drunk beyond control, on both occasions. I chose to overlook it because she loved me like I loved her. Let me remind you on my choice of words: I chose them for a reason. She was taken advantage of, willingly or not. |
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Rom Manic Since: 12-18-05 From: Detroit, WHAT?! Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| We went on a break. She mentioned to me she had interests in other people she wanted to explore, so I brought up the idea of taking a break for a month, no commitments. We both got what we wanted out of it, some released tension between us, but things just soured. So I told her one night, in a frustrated effort to relieve myself of the stress of being so emotional all the time over her, that I couldn't wait for her any longer.
Pretty much the last words I spoke to her. That was back in October 2005. But let me give you all a piece of advice, based on that: don't run away. It'll just fuck you up more, for longer. |
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