Had an awesome day once again in the CWC. Only for it to be ruined tonight by them.
Jezebels and vagabonds. And while neither really applies to what they did tonight, it fits the way they go about anyway
In the act of forcing a burden on me, they have relieved me of another. Now, hatred is acceptable. Conflict can be justified. Confrontation is reasonable.
Not once, but twice this has happened now. I longed for a truce or equilibrium of some sort. No more, but I still weary of this stalemate. I've done enough giving. Time for some taking.
So awaken the Eversors and unchain Khorne's servants, for he thirsts this day.
And we shall gladly slake it.
Monday 14 September 2009
Thursday 3 September 2009
Meh, Shut Up and Reload Already
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Micro : Some days Tim, I just feel like quitting the team and turning in my badge so I can get back to basics, so I'd have nothing to annoy/sadden/worry me. I mean, when I try to do everything, I'm rubbish on the field and the classroom.
Tim : That's not true... You are trying to move from C to A, people like me are trying to get promoted. And you're a still a senior player, even if you don't act like it. Besides, how's quitting going to help? If you hand in your badge, you can't get it back, and if you quit the team now, you definitely won't be able to make it to the first team. Really Cheng Heng, quitting now won't help, you'll end up with even less than you started with.
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True dat. No point folding if you've already bet big. Tim's right, I can't quit. Truth be told, I'd go mad without training. It'd be like taking a vow of silence.
Before having that conversation, I was going to whine about how it isn't fair that I know exactly what I'm doing, but I can't do well because I get careless, at *everything*. But now I'm not.
Crazy fool that I am, I decided to prescribe myself the DOW2 campaign to remedy sleepless nights. On Primarch difficulty, and now I require Prozac after I spent half an hour finding and killing the Lictor Alpha for the stage, but get killed by fucking SPORE MINES ten seconds after that. Three times in a row. Basically, the difficulty curve works like this
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Recruit - Your Marines are made to Shen Shin's proportions. They only need to sneeze to take out a Fire Prism. And those are just the scouts.
Sergeant - Your Marines have as much plot armour as fluff Marines. Able to stand in the middle of an open field and gun down Looted Tanks without getting seriously hurt.
Captain - Your Marines will need to learn a concept that's very foreign to them. It's called cover. Marines actually get killed on this level.
Primarch - Terminators will get killed on a regular basis by (Dear Emperor...) Hormagaunts
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Then, there was this guy on the Starhub servers who---
Wait, run that by me again!
Uh-huh...yeah...okay...WTF?
You can't be bloody serious...
Breaking news people, there are actually people going for the rugby outing tomorrow. Which unfortunately, is the also the time period which I intend to return to SJI at.
Ordinarily, I would be stuck here indecivisely, afraid of the consequences of either choice. Look bad to the team, or not return.
Then again, I've always prided myself on being able to elicit a "WTF?" response from people.
Micro has decided to be decisive today. I R going back with the rest. Sorry ACJC, but you should have put the celebrations on Monday.
Finally learning to stand up for yourself are we?
Indeed I am my friend, indeed I am.
Got the presents yet?
D'oh!
Meh, they won't expect one from you anyway, you never were in the habit of doing that.
Well... I handed up my lit homework to the BAng on the last one, does that count?
No
Really? Fine... Is there anything else I'm forgetting?
Clouds and supersonic aircraft. CWC email. Now.
Micro : Some days Tim, I just feel like quitting the team and turning in my badge so I can get back to basics, so I'd have nothing to annoy/sadden/worry me. I mean, when I try to do everything, I'm rubbish on the field and the classroom.
Tim : That's not true... You are trying to move from C to A, people like me are trying to get promoted. And you're a still a senior player, even if you don't act like it. Besides, how's quitting going to help? If you hand in your badge, you can't get it back, and if you quit the team now, you definitely won't be able to make it to the first team. Really Cheng Heng, quitting now won't help, you'll end up with even less than you started with.
----
True dat. No point folding if you've already bet big. Tim's right, I can't quit. Truth be told, I'd go mad without training. It'd be like taking a vow of silence.
Before having that conversation, I was going to whine about how it isn't fair that I know exactly what I'm doing, but I can't do well because I get careless, at *everything*. But now I'm not.
Crazy fool that I am, I decided to prescribe myself the DOW2 campaign to remedy sleepless nights. On Primarch difficulty, and now I require Prozac after I spent half an hour finding and killing the Lictor Alpha for the stage, but get killed by fucking SPORE MINES ten seconds after that. Three times in a row. Basically, the difficulty curve works like this
----
Recruit - Your Marines are made to Shen Shin's proportions. They only need to sneeze to take out a Fire Prism. And those are just the scouts.
Sergeant - Your Marines have as much plot armour as fluff Marines. Able to stand in the middle of an open field and gun down Looted Tanks without getting seriously hurt.
Captain - Your Marines will need to learn a concept that's very foreign to them. It's called cover. Marines actually get killed on this level.
Primarch - Terminators will get killed on a regular basis by (Dear Emperor...) Hormagaunts
----
Then, there was this guy on the Starhub servers who---
Wait, run that by me again!
Uh-huh...yeah...okay...WTF?
You can't be bloody serious...
Breaking news people, there are actually people going for the rugby outing tomorrow. Which unfortunately, is the also the time period which I intend to return to SJI at.
Ordinarily, I would be stuck here indecivisely, afraid of the consequences of either choice. Look bad to the team, or not return.
Then again, I've always prided myself on being able to elicit a "WTF?" response from people.
Micro has decided to be decisive today. I R going back with the rest. Sorry ACJC, but you should have put the celebrations on Monday.
Finally learning to stand up for yourself are we?
Indeed I am my friend, indeed I am.
Got the presents yet?
D'oh!
Meh, they won't expect one from you anyway, you never were in the habit of doing that.
Well... I handed up my lit homework to the BAng on the last one, does that count?
No
Really? Fine... Is there anything else I'm forgetting?
Clouds and supersonic aircraft. CWC email. Now.
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