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Finally got it right.People often ask me how I got into this business, this life. Youre not exactly gangster material, they say. And I guess theyre right. Anyone else and theyd have walked away with at least a broken nose, if they could walk away at all. I wasnt born to crime; I wasnt raised by violence; I chose this, purely because I had no other options.
When the recession hit, everyone feared it was the Great Depression all over again. And in a way, they were right. Technically it wasnt anywhere near as bad as that, but you gotta remember, these were a spoiled people. When the drought forced water restrictions upon them, they would hose their lawns from their neighbours taps. These were people that would take twelve plastic bags with their shoppingone for each itemand bitch to high heaven when supermarkets started charging them for ten cents apiece. The selfish masses would not be denied their luxuries, no matter the cost to the government, environme
His Own Harshest JudgeHes late.
Hell be here.
Oh this is not good.
Well, you know how he likes to make an entrance.
The two young men stood by the stream nervously as the townspeople moved about them. One was far too small for his age, the other too large. Side by side they looked positively absurd. Despite this, nobody paid them any mind; it was not them the people had come to see. Unable to contain his unease, the smaller one spoke again.
Youve seen how useless a fighter I am, and youre not much better. Without him, we dont stand a chance.
Just wait, said the larger with all the optimism of a man about to be put to death, hell be here.
More people began to arrive for the fight. To the village elders, this tournament was a time-tested method for determining who best to lead the town militia in the even of an attack. To everyone else it was stick-fighting, an entertainingand on the s
VA Comfortably for DickheadsThis is a followup to Proffate's "Voice Acting for Morons" and Doyvid's "Sound Recording for Idiots". My focus is on making the recording environment as comfortable as possible, to reduce distractions and detractions. NOTE: You don't have to be a dickhead for this to apply to you, but it helps.
This is not to do with giving such an awesome take that the microphone bursts into flames (though if you can do that, kudos and make a youtube video of it). Doyvid advised closing off the recording room and covering the computer tower with blankets to reduce ambient noise. I'd like to point out that while this shuts unwanted noise out, it also shuts unwanted heat in. In our early years there would be four of us in the one room during takes, and with the doors and windows closed and everything else covered in blankets, it got dizzyingly hot very fast. So take care to step outside for air and ice after every few takes, or else all you'll get is a bunch of recordings of people passi
Mercenaries 2 reviewWhen mercenaries go on holiday, they take their work with them.
Mercenaries 2 doesn't seem to know what it wants to be. While the first Mercenaries struck a sound balance between narrative elements and balls-to-the-wall action, the sequel reaches toward both extremes with such enthusiasm its almost splitting in two.
The story, for example, both focuses more closely on the three mercs, with them this time being on a quest for vengeance rather than just money, but all three read from the exact same script, making them all seem very shallow and killing replayability. The overall atmosphere, to which the music, setting and cutscenes contribute, is quite reminiscent of a Tarantino action movie, and like a Tarantino action movie its loud over-the-top violence is fun to watch but leaves you not giving two shits about any of the characters. Humour has degraded as well, sometimes succeeding as tongue-in-cheek, but more often feeling like the tongue has been ripped out and nailed to your f
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
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