You know what really surprises me? They don't touch any of the Cabela Hunting games which FOCUS ON KILLING AND HUNTING ANIMALS. Instead, they go for the games which have animal hunting on a low priority, basically optional. Something tells me that these stupid animal defense groups just have a knack on targeting popular games just so they can be on the news. That's the only way I see it. They want to be popular so they'll start accusing any f**king popular game with an animal in it
It's been a stressful day for Sasha. A bit too much for her liking. After her unfriendly talk last night, she couldn't really enjoy the day she had today. All sorts of activities ranging from napping to even some toying around with video games never calmed her mind. How could she? He caused too much pain in her life. Too much to forget. Too much to forgive. Not only that, in the mail, a strange paintbrush was found in her mail. It sprung so many questions in her mind. Why was it here? Who else knew her address? Who knew she had an artistic background? She doubted it was the school since even she told them she had a bland skill in paining. The description just made the confusion even more confusing...and somewhat mysterious as well. Art is life? Breath life into it? Use responsibly? Sounds like a cheap catch phrase to sell off a product. But it wasn't sold. It was sent to her. She wanted to toss it away and forget about it, but she couldn't. The brush seemed to connect to her mind and she swore she could hear in her head a voice that kept telling her to give life to art. It was weird. She didn't need this...it was getting too much. Without knowing, it was already night. She spent at least half of her day comprehending what happened today. It made her head ache. She needed no more of this. She tossed the brush in her bag and decide to ask the teachers where it came from and if they had any sort of lead on this. Something told her that these weren't given out to everybody besides the cheesy description about "the best deserve the best" and that sort of rubbish. With her parents out for the whole day, she had the whole house to herself as always...always...right? She sighed and ran her fingers along the other door before making it to her room. Nothing so special about it right? It's just a silly brush. Pfft. Bringing things to life and all that doozy...I had enough of this... She laid on her bed and stared at the art she made on her wall. "Wouldn't it be nice to bring you to life? If only...maybe things wouldn't be so bad this way..." She stayed awake for a long time before eventually dozing off, her mind alive with questions and uncertainties. She swore she heard the phone ring, but it was impossible. She unplugged it in case it rang ever again. She wanted no more of it...the damned ringing...
Rawr~
Sasha smiled, nodding. "Adian...Nice name. I'll keep that in mind the next time we chat up again. Haha the quiet one in the corner...we all find our little spots back there..." Returning back to the classroom, she went back to her seat. Looks like a few things happened while she was absent. Though it didn't matter as she sat back down and picked up her pencil. Right. Time to draw...something I can focus and be proud of... She nodded and started to draw on her sketchpad. * About an hour or so, she sighed and sat back, taking a look at her work. For the first time in years, she created a piece she didn't throw away or change drastically. The picture was somewhat chaotic. One half of the picture showed a picture of sunshine, flowers, children playing in the grass. The other side showed a sinister darkness with broken glass, crumbling walls, and a girl crying blood. In the middle of the picture was a girl closing her eyes and looks like praying with herself morphed as well. The sunny side containing clothes colorful and well looking the other side shown a torn up and bleeding part of the girl. She sketched the title of the art above it. ~Harmony Within~ She smiled to herself and nodded. Awesome...I did it... She picked up her piece and set it on her rack, desolate of art while others were chock full of amazing art. TO be honest, hers looks bleak and very off compared to the others, but it didn't matter. She was proud of her work...for now She looked out and realized it was time to leave school. She packed up her stuff and bid the teacher farewell before making her way home. It was about time she finally made a piece without discarding it. It felt...refreshing...and good. She entered her home, sighing as she realized her parents were working out late again. She kicked off her shoes and started to eat the sandwich her mom left her on the kitchen counter. While eating the sandwich, the phone rang. She walked over and picked up the phone. "Tayes resident. Who may this be?" "Hey My-Sasha. How are you? It's-" "How dare you call me...I thought I told you to never contact me again..." She gripped the phone tightly hearing his voice. "I-I know. I just wanted to ch-" "Shut up. Shut up...JUST SHUT UP! Why are you really calling me?! Here to torment me?! I had enough crap these days! I especially don't need one from you!" "Please listen...I'm sorry...I just wanted-" "You're 2 years too late for an apology and I'm sure as hell not gonna give you a nice polite forgiveness. Do yourself a favor and die...just die. All you brought is pain and suffering to my home. This time, I mean it. Never. Call. Us. Again." "Sasha please! Just-!" She slammed the phone down back in the dock, breathing heavily. Why...my day was going so well too...She shook her head and walked to her room and falling on her bed, not bothering to change clothes. I just wanted to put this all behind...but fate just brings it back up...She closed her eyes, falling asleep with dark thoughts.
Sasha smiled and giggled a little. "Man you talk a lot about this kind of stuff. Though that can be said the same for me as well. Ehh." She paced around a little. "Listening ear huh? Hmm...it's been a while since I've heard such words to me...not since that day...thank you. It means a lot to me for someone out there willing to listen to me, young or old." She turned back to him and smiled. "Seeing how much I see myself in you, guess I should say the same thing. Your talks are odd at times, bu they do make sense. I like them. I'll be willing to listen to you anytime. Sounds good?" She looked up and frowned, seeing how much time passed. "Good god we've been out here for a while. Why don't we head back in before they start worrying about us?" Pfft. Assuming they would even notice we even left. She started to make her way back towards the classroom. "By the way, you haven't told me your name yet."
Sasha sighed as she stared out towards the sunset. Ugh what was I thinking? I shouldn't have walked out like that. Probably just made a scene for myself. I should probably...go back in and apologize. You too, huh? Sasha jumped when someone said that and turned to find that someone seemed to followed her out of the classroom. That one kid...using the charcoal today. She caught glimpses of his artwork. She was good at perception since she could tell what people were drawing just from their hand motions. Anyways, she heard him talk a lot actually about psychological kinds of stuff. About existence and all that stuff. "I'm sorry, I'm talking too much." She giggled at his words. "No no it's not that. It's just I see a lot of myself in you...how the way you talk and act." She smiled and turned back at the sun. "We all have our moments in life. People can't handle such pressure and just collapse like a building supported on 4 stands when two of them get knocked down. Then there are those who hold a two sided personality, never knowing who they really are." She then turned back at him with a somewhat sad tone to her eyes. "Then there are people like you and me. Always teetering on the sides between reality and fantasy, wanting the best of both worlds. Wishing for stuff...stuff we hold dear...stuff that we lost...and want to get back. Words we cannot get out of our mouths and just swim around in our heads. We're ticking time bombs...waiting to go off at any given moment..." She realized she was starting her "speech-that-makes-people-get-restraining-orders-on-her" and shook her head with a small smile. "Ehehe. Silly me. People must be wondering if I'm sane or not...but...thank you. Holding these kinds of stuff in me is hard to do. It really lifts a weight off my shoulders. Oh! I didn't even say my name! Ahem...I'm Sasha Tayes. It's nice to meet you." She gave him a small bow.
After a bit more of trekking around and poking around the area, she eventually met up with the rest of the group and their archaeologist. First thing to hit her was that she wouldn't shut up about the ruins. She met some ruin experts and fanatics before, but Raine took the cake. She droned on and on...oh god was it possible to get so bored from such talk? Eventually, she started to block off her talking and examined the walls around her. Tee tunnel was eerily quiet. Too quiet for her suspicions. If there really was a large monster down here, they would've heard it and felt it by now. Was it sleeping then? No. Large monsters couldn't snore that quietly. There were three options then: Either the monster died, was no longer here anymore, or it was waiting for them...she hoped it wasn't the third choice. She ran her hand along her bow, ready to fire at anything.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/20/b...drive-nintendo-into-dominance-dies-at-85.html The third president of Nintendo died today. He was the man who turned Nintendo into one of the greatest gaming companies out this day. May he rest in peace. Without him, Nintendo wouldn't be the company it is now.
Boop~
All morning, Sasha kept drawing, erasing, measuring, and detailing her pictures until they all ended with the same fate. Getting crumpled up and tossed in the trash can behind her. Besides the sounds of people drawing, she was the only other person making the other sounds of scrunching paper and the sound of it hitting the trash can. Sighing, she stared at her blank sketchpad, tapping the pencil against her forehead. It seemed like the same cycle every day she entered this room. Why? Of course she knew. She lost the whole effort and careness of creating a new piece. She cared so little about it...yet why...why...does she still care? Time has passed...so should she on such thoughts... The sound of lead cracking snapped her back into reality. She stared at her paper with her pencil pressed against it a bit too hard. Seemed like she was too distracted. She sighed and rubbed the pencil mark away with her eraser. I'm thinking too much...I need...a break...or something...anything but this... She got up and bowed to the teacher. "I'm sorry, but I need to step out and take a small break. I'm not...feeling all here..." Without another word she quickly stepped out of the classroom and at the entrance, staring at the afternoon sun for some clearance in her mind.
Myra was sighing, twirling a small ball on her finger. "Ugh there's nothing to ever do around here. Man I wish I could go shoot something...chicken preferably. Mhmm I could use some damn chicken now. Gods that makes me hungry..." She jumped as she heard the phone ring. She hesitantly picked up the phone. No one has called her for time and time. "Hopefully it isn't the animal corps. I probably shot too many chickens in that one area. Man I knew it would come around and get me back." ⎡Hello. This is Mori. Mistress would like for you to join us for tea.⎦ After hearing that message, Myra slammed the phone down and ran off towards the cottage. Within a few minutes, she reached the door and knocked at it. "Must me some occasion for asking us for tea after such a period of time, but who cares? Her tea kicks ass!"
From sunrise to sundown, Sasha kept sketching and drawing on countless pieces of paper. Every 30 minutes to even 4 hours, she would crumple another piece of paper and throw them behind her in the now overflowed trash can. They were always empty the start of the day, but she always managed to fill them up which is a reason why the janitor was not very fond of her. As the clock struck the end of school time, she closed her sketchbook, about 40 pages shorter than the beginning of the day. She left the school and made her way home which was about a 30 minute walk from school to home. A usual straight path with some turns before entering an apartment complex. At the 8th floor, she unlocked one of the doors and entered. She kicked off her shoes and looked at the dark room of her home. Her parents were working late today again. Sighing, she set her bag against the wall before walking over to the kitchen and grabbing some leftover soup to microwave. While it was heating up, she walked over to a door labeled "Mya Tayes." Smiling, she ran her hand along the door. "Hey sis...I'm home..." The beeping of the microwave made Sasha walk back to the kitchen and grabbing her bowl before eating. Tossing her bowl in the sink, she made her way towards her room, undressing and tossing her clothes in the basket before slipping on a simple t-shirt and sweats. She laid on her bed and sighed, staring at her paining on the wall. "Maybe tomorrow...maybe I can make something for once..." Tired, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When people mention the MOBA community (specifically LoL), people usually see them as a toxic and immature group of people. I won't lie, the community is pretty bad and horrible ingeneral with people throwing insults at each other for ever little mistake made. However, one man decided to use this community and had a high expectation for them to do something good. Known as SivHD, he's one of my most respected Youtubers. Last Saturday, he had a high expectation of making $50000 for charity. All day, he played LoL and asked people for donations. 10 hours in, he reached that goal and Siv decided to raise the goal to $75000 and even all the way up to $100000. It amazes me how he can band together this "toxic" community and together work towards a goal even he had doubts on. It just makes me so proud of him to achieve this feat as well as other Youtubers who also hold charities like these. See the highlights/bits here
It's such a shame this had to happen to a family like this. It really does bring up questions and concerns. Kids nowdays are dying from unnecessary situations now (getting shot, car crashes, ect) and it makes me want to fear that if this is just the start, how much more could befall on children 10 years from now? Whatever the case, parents should be more stern on teaching their children on what not to do. Without discipline, children will become lax and start to follow what is on their minds.
It usually varies on my side. Sometimes, the music channels I subscribed to have a new song from the artist and I listen to that. Sometimes, I'm on my way to a destination and I want to listen to pass the time. Sometimes, I found a song I enjoyed somewhere on the radio/internet and want o listen to it again. Sometimes, I'm depressed and need the sounds to ease my mind and let it even out the rough edges I'll just end it with this. Without music, I wouldn't be the person I would be today and I probably would've stayed on a hiatus from KHV for a lot longer.
In my honest opinion, I think Sony does so much of a better job of showing commercials like these compared to Microsoft. It can show off the multiple capabilities the Vita/PS4 can do. It just keeps adding to my burning fuel of owning a PS4 and maybe even nabbing a Vita along the way as well.
Aww yes this is great. I can now play my brother's games and vice versa without always going over to my brother's computer and always switching accounts
Another day. Another quiet day. Another quiet silent day for her besides the scratching sounds that came as her pencil made its way across the sketchpad she had on her table. Just another day. Sasha was usually one of the first ones to arrive to school. Normal people in the right mind wouldn't want to come to school at least an hour early. Sasha was a special case. Besides her home, the school was a perfect atmosphere for her. Well until some of the rowdy people crash in and start to annoy her and she starts to spit out colorful language in her head. Other than that, school was a great place for her. The scratching stopped. Sasha bit her lip as she stared at her picture. She wasn't gonna lie that her pictures weren't bad. She drew well, but they lacked. They all did. Every peer who took a look at her works always had to add the annoying comment at the end. Wasn't art about expressing your emotions? Or was it that her emotions were too jumbled and out of proportion to even comprehend? She winced as she heard the doors open followed by loud cheery voices. Sighed quietly, she tore out the paper and crumpled it before tossing it in the trash behind her which missed and bounced to the floor. She would always throw away things like that once a doubt came into her mind. She thrown away hundreds of hours of work. In all honesty, she never was proud of anything she made. Except one of them...hanging in her room. Other than that, nothing else made it out of the trash. All failures from simple lines to large gigantic drawings of landscapes and buildings. She breathed a quiet "Hello," to the people entering before started to sketch again on a blank pad paper. Socially, she was more crippled than Anne Keller. 98% of her words never leave her mind mostly because she has no need to speak them out loud when she could just give them body motions and gestures. Not that she wanted to anyways. People had nothing ever nice to say to her. It followed by the lines of, "Eww...what a weirdo," to even threats. It confused why people would want to judge and even threaten a hermit like her. Does it feel good to harass someone lower than you? She wouldn't know. Just another day...for Sasha Tayes.
Mya trudged along the others through the desert as it was their miscounted day here. She stopped bothering to count the days they were along this unforgiving slice of hell after 2 days. Hot weather was not her friend. It made her irritable and weary. Something a person shouldn't be when wanted No. 1. Nevertheless, she wasn't in a good mood. She doesn't snap easily, but it was getting there. On that note, she looked horrible. She ditched her footwear because they hindered her walking making her walk barefoot across the scalding sand. She did politely(?) refuse a ride from Mor because the poor animal was suffering as much as they were. Wolves are not desert animals. Her shoulders and arms were horribly sunburned followed by her parched throat and growling stomach on such measly supplies they had on them. To add insult, why didn't they go grab supplies before coming out here? I was a GODDAMN DESERT. Why did they not think this through? Sure their lives were at stake, but at least a shot to the head was a lot less painful than starving and burning to death out in a barren hellhole. The last few days she was itching to just shoot herself in the head. After all, they were running from an inevitable end weren't they? Eventually, she sat down and sighed heavily as they had their break. She-they weren't gonna last long if they continue on like this. If only Grace's little motivation speech actually work..."Man...we've been trekking out here for days. I'm doubting we can actually get to our destination ALIVE. If only we actually prepared for something like this..." She looked around. No one was in the right state to bear this, but they had no choice. She got to her feet, wincing as her burnt feet touched the sand. "You're right though...we need to keep moving. Kendric stayed back for a reason. Dying out here would be pathetic and an insult to Kendric."
OK so it's not really a multiplayer mode. It's basically where another player enters your game and tries to steal from you. It's kinda similar to Dark Souls. Other than that, this game keeps adding fire to my need for this game. My god there's so much interactivity in this game.
