Meridian 59, among the best games I have ever played.

So the servers for FFXIV were shut down for a bit and I decided to browse the internet for a new MMORPG to play when I stumbled upon a list for old mmo's on Wikipedia. On that list I found a game the was released in 1995, called Meridian 59 (M59). An mmo from '95? Can't be good. But it was low resource, and I was looking for a game to play with  so I jokingly insist we play it, with our intention being to just bash the game for being so old and bad. At first I did dislike it, saying it was a horrible game. Then, as if from nowhere, I loved it, and am compelled to spend all my free time wasting away on it.

M59 is one of the greatest games I have ever had the pleasure of playing. It's just a game that's far too unique and perfect for it's own good. It has a common sense way of leveling, meaning if you use a mace, you get better using maces. If you block with your shield a lot, you become better at blocking. The list goes on. There also aren't any fetch quest, really. Every quest has unique dialog and required actions, and the learning curve is massive. When you learn everything, the only thing left to do is log off and relive the fond memories you've made playing the game.

Or become a Player Killer (PK). 

This game is what I've been missing in my life for online multiplayer. There's huge emphasis on cartography, and politics, and there's always 40-60 people playing, sometimes more, rarely any less. Guilds, crafting, and so much more.

It's something I'd expect  to geek out about and make popular, because he does awesome things like that.

I almost forgot to mention that the game is COMPLETELY free to play, without any annoying gimmicks. You can donate money to keep the game running, but nobody is forcing you and you don't get special treatment for doing it. If you donate $20 your character can have the word "donor" tagged to their name, but it isn't like you get special treatment or power ups.

The moderators are nice, and the community is really close. We're just people enjoying the company of like minded individuals.

If anyone would like to join me, I'd love to play with you guys. I play on server 101, so if you make an account, make sure that's where you play. I spend so much time playing it now it isn't even funny. I just love this game!

Til next time,
-Fox 

P.S. http://www.gilcon.net/meridian/ will be your best friend.

I want your phone, wanker.

I bothered somebody about a phone and I skimmed over the post. So, I thought he was selling something he wasn't. He responded wryly. I attacked. Here's the log, in order from my initial email to the last. I am in blue text, he is in orange.

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Hey,

Do you still have the phone?

If so, do you have the original box with it?

Also, where in Western Mass are you located? 

http://westernmass.craigslist.org/mob/3281022627.html

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No I don't have the original box I always throw them out because they're, in no circumstances, useful. I live in Springfield near the Eastfield mall. Please be aware that this phone is not powered by android but it has everything else

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Hey,

thanks for getting back to me and pointing out that it isn't an Android device. I misunderstood the post, I thought you were saying you had the Android one. My mistake. Sorry for bothering you.

Good evening,

~Anthony

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Np pal, for future reference I put that detail in my post but in order to see it you have to click on it and open it up.

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"I misunderstood the post, I thought you were saying you had the Android one. My mistake."

This is English for I read your post, did a bit of skimming. I apologise.

You seriously did not have to be a donkey about it. The end note there, the part where I blatantly call this MY MISTAKE, as in I take ownership for not paying more attention to the post and wasting your time, that is called owning up to personally being ignorant.

So, for future reference, you're a wanker.

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I know you realize d your mistake my friend I meant no disrespect at all. I wasn't certain if you knew or not I was looking at it as a guidance not to be sarcastic. You're apparently very intelligent I'm sorry if I sounded like I was being a donkey.

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It's cool. *brofist*

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So yeah, I thought it was pretty funny. Do you agree? YOU BETTER.

I dreamed of a zombie apocalypse.

I dreamed of a zombie apocalypse.
My best friend is such a retard.
He walked down some steps, we were at a city hall, about to get a car, and he picked up some trash: an old newspaper.
I was reloading my gun.
I look up and he is still reading as two zombies approached him. I shouted, I told him to gtfo.
He hesitated. When you hesitate people die. I started shooting. I missed the first one so I started running. I killed the second one as I ran down the steps. Out of bullets, my chest numb with fear, my head pounding as adrenaline pumped through my body.
I reached him as the zombie bit into his forehead. I jumped and let my foot smash full force into the zombies head.
It fell to a muddled clump on the floor. Unaware of the sounds that escaped my recently bitten friend. It wouldn't know the horrors it committed. It wouldn't have cared.
I stared at him, pissed off that he was such an idiot. Was a newspaper worth his life? I would be all alone soon.
"I don't understand how one bite is a one shot kill!" He paced angrily before turning to me for answers. "What happens next?"
So I told him.
"First, you'll black out. Like a coma or some shit. You'll wake up confused and yourself. That's how you'll know you're turning."
He stared at the floor in silence. Soon after I fell asleep. The car was a no go I guess. I woke up confused. Unaware of my surroundings. I jokingly said "That was some potent shit, wasn't it Sam?"
He wasn't there.
I was alone.
I blacked out again and found myself on top of a burning building. There was a billboard, alone, broken, confused. I jumped into it and it gave way, falling down on the city.

I willingly followed it.

Being my own best friend.

Last night I dreamed of a really weird place. Towards the end there were important things (with Dimitri Martin), and it didn't make sense, but at the same time, it did. There was this girl, her name was Dollface I think. Sounds write. She was AWESOME. But she died. When she did, she didn't die in the usual way, no, she was still able to communicate with us, and there was also a way to bring her back to the living world, which we worked really hard on. She told us

"There's no rush in bringing me back, it isn't going to change the world."

I told her

"It's going to change my world."

She's so high, high above me.

Lately, I've been taking photos of random things. I rediscovered the beauty of having a camera in your pocket whenever you need it. It's pretty gratifying, in my opinion. For some reason I keep looking at things at the weirdest time and for some reason I can't resist the urge to pull my phone out and and snap a photo. They come out decent, but that's not what I care about. It's the idea that I can try. Plus, they look cooler in still shots than they do when I try to picture them in my head. I have a decent amount of essays to write, and I'm busy writings for my blog (that people don't read). Go figure.
Cheers,
Anthony

Drowning Sonnet

Undersea Poem.

All I can really say is things have been very quiet around here. To make up for it I did something a bit difficult for most, I found good music. Have you ever heard of the duo Undersea Poem? Musically, they're laid back feel good tropical sounding hipsters with hidden underplays of therapeutic stringed instruments and drums. Lyrically, they're spraying out simple messages with profound lasting effects that could easily calm a rabid pit bull (it's a dog people!) into laying down and falling asleep. Undersea Poem is that rare feeling you get the first time you ever hear The Beatles (or look into Matt Muers eyes; Superbad reference newbies).

Don't go pirating their songs, go buy them or listen to the tracks on YouTube. Google's got them cheap c:

Bury us alive.

I've gotten over the idea of this blog, because it's totally useless. Today I-

thought I was happy.

And now I'm a crying pansy.

I had something else today, but I just received a text message that changed my life. Again.

I am a Mormon gosh darn it! And a Mormon just believes!

Hey everyone who still cares!

I recently had the pleasure of enjoying The Book of Mormon. No, not the ending to the Trilogy known as The Bible! I mean the hit Broadway musical "The Book of Morman."

Unfortunately, I only have the audio files (thanks Frank), but it still was an overly pleasant experience. I laughed, I cried, I lost ten pounds! This musical "can change your life in so many ways."

From the very first track to the last, this musical is overly entertaining. It also is pretty informative, being that it has odd facts here and there. My first taste of it was "Hasa Diga Eebowai," which is some African language (probably made up, I haven't exactly done all the research) phrase that is akin to the Lion King. Eebowai means God, and Hasa Diga means Fuck You, so in English I guess it means Fuck you God (you really shouldn't say that). The breakdown in the middle is also very well crafted, and catches you off guard. And as filthy as it is, it still feels like a light hearted song (my heart is numb).

Then there's "Hello." This one has to be heard, but even with just the audio, I can picture how it would look in my head perfectly. I guess I have an above average imagination.
So, I guess I should break it down. Unfortunately, I'm far too lazy. I don't know what else to say, it's been a few days (weeks). I hope you don't have some spooky Mormon hell dreams, because that'd be unfortunate. Anyway, if anyone would like the entire musical, or select parts, I'd be happy to share them. Just ask with a comment, email, or some random mugging on the street. The last one works well.

That's all for now. Check you awesome folks later. I'm far too busy being popular.

I can be my own best friend

"Your" is NOT equal to "you're."
Know your "there/their/they're" before you use it.
A lot. Alot is what special people say when their pee sticks feel good.
Weird. I don't understand how you fucked that one up, but it IS NOT wierd.
Apostrophes are important. It is = it's. "Its" is possessive and will fuck you up if you cheat on it.
Capitalization is the difference between "helping your Uncle Jack off a horse," and "helping your uncle jack off a horse." -.-
"I love you" is not something you use to get someone to like you even more. It is a tool to trick someone into giving you a blow job. I disagree with this, still.
Moving is an illusion. And a paradox.
Paradoxes rely on your frame of reference. So does your life span, because you all are dead to me.
The period belongs INSIDE the quotation mark. Example: "Hi."
I is less than three you. I want to make this especially clear. < is not less than, it's IS less than. If you don't know that, you're a fucking retard. I'm not your friend.
You could argue that I'm the idiot here, but you would lose that argument.
You can't insult me if I'm not insulted. Try as hard as you feel the need to, and you will still fail.
To and too are two VERY different words. Too is akin to also. To is not. And two is a number.
Animals are FOOD not friends. All vegetarians suck. The only good thing about a vegetarian is more meat for me. Other than that, they could get molested by trains for all the fucks I don't give.
Life is one giant failure. You will always fail. If you ever succeed, you failed at failing.
Than and then are not part of the swingers club. One can not be used in place of the other.
And if you give more than zero fucks, fuck off.

The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.

Lately, there's been this one girl in my head, which is a good thing. That is, it is under normal circumstances. However, currently, this isn't a normal circumstance. It's beginning to get to me. I'm handling it, but the closer winter gets, the more I dream of melancholic days. There's this on some, by Bright Eyes, that I can't get out of my head, and I personally feel like it has one of the most powerful lyrics found in a song concerning "love." I'll let you decided, really.

"... I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss. So many men, stronger than me, have thrown their backs out, trying to lift, it. But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split, the love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist."

It honestly just speaks to me. I wasn't always like this, but sometimes I feel like I'm becoming this hollowed out guy who truely can love someone for a night, and disappear by the morning.

Her mouth is poison and wine.

I'm not sure you can comprehend what I would do for that girl, but it's pretty sick. I really am truely in love with her, and it's proving difficult to remove her presence from my thoughts. I really do like thaat girl. She's a wonderful girl, one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. If I knew that our time together would end so abruptly, I would have cherished every mili-second instead of the plain seconds. I never felt so strongly for someone. Ever. All the people I've known, all the people I've met, they mean nothing without her. I still have her letters, and I still read them through, and I still fall in love with her again, and again, every time, without fail. I found the person I wanted to marry, but she didn't find me. I wish I could see her one last time, but this is how my life will end. Without her. I'll get over her. Eventully. But it sure will be difficult. That's for sure.

Google Calendar & co.

I never realised how important it is to stay organised. I mean to say, I've always understood why, I just never noticed how crucial it is to everyday life. That's when I learned about Google Calendar. It does this neat trick called cloud sync, which means, if I enter something into my personal calendar with my Google account, it's automatically synced up with every calendar I have on every electronic device I have with Google Calender. Not to mention that I can access it offline. It's essential to optimise your time schedule so you can maximize your effectiveness to enjoy your pre-planned day to it's fullest. Pretty neat, huh?

Some people like to casually mention I may be obsessed with Google, but they're completely wrong. I enjoy cloud computing. There's only one company I can trust to be consistent with that, and you already know who that is. I mean, have you ever tried to Google something and been redirected because the servers were down? Of course not! This is Google, not Bing.

There's also the OS consistency I enjoy. I am a huge fan of Linux (fuck you, I have Wine) and it's nice to do advanced programming on the go. Not to mention an amazing start up and resume time! I mean, when I'm in an situation that requires urgency, I cannot afford to waste more than eight seconds for start up time.
And as always, I have to make you smile. I'll share a story and save the anecdotes for the smart people for a later post.

Yesterday was my oldest brothers birthday, he is an old fart. Finally twenty-four, not that he knows it (yet). I called him up to wish him a happy birthday, and he amused me with this wonderful story about Mushroom Wars (PS3 Downloadable Video Game).
"Anthony, do you play Mushroom wars?"
"Yeah."
"Well whenever you feel like getting your ass kicked,you have to play against me. I'm so good. Nobody can beat me. Not even Chala! I'm so good you'll say I should have been an accountant, wondering where the fuck I get all these numbers from. I just beat Joey and Chala. Twice. In a row. They can't fuck with me, once I start getting the numbers going you'll be like 'oh fuck what the fuck did you do?' And then I'll win."
I laughed at this.

Finally, we are looking for an editor. Send me an email if you're interested. Understand that I use English spellings and Charles is always tired when he writes. I'll respond with an application to your email, or, if I know you know your stuff, I'll just welcome you to the team.
Farewell for now,
A.M.A.

A good friend of mine told me ...

... now that I have your attention....

dude, you need to work on your coping skills.... take a deep breath, put a day aside (Monday is a holiday, try then....), straighten out your shit (develop protocols... it's a life-long process...).

a significant percent of life is organizing...

clear the decks then get to the important stuff... and get enough sleep.... don't get up on Sunday.... or get up at noon, shit, eat, scratch your balls, take a nap from 1PM to 5PM... repeat as necessary...

talk with a professor... or all of them... take walks.... take a break from all that electronic crap.... eat, scratch your balls, take a nap from 1PM to 5PM... repeat as necessary...

fucking relax.... eat, scratch your balls, take a nap from 1PM to 5PM... repeat as necessary...

listen to some classical music, smoke something, find some girl who'll let you snigg between her legs.... with out further obligation... eat something you like.... scratch your balls, take a nap from 1PM to 5PM... repeat as necessary...

... stay in touch.... if you need someone to tell you to go fuck yourself, I'm your guy...

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I didn't write this, just a email I received from my friend. Really good advice ... for guys.

I'm tired as fuck.

My school fails so hard, they sync everything up on they're private servers. And I use that word loosely, because nothing syncs, it has to be manually updated. Then they sync with Microsoft. FUCK MICROSOFT. I have to manually sync up my Google Calendar now. I'm also tired as fuck. And then I have to figure out how to push my UML email notifications to my phone. The credit union I joined doesn't have an app yet, but they're (barely) working on it. The name is awesome (Jeanne D'Arc) and it's got a pretty debit card. Did I mention I'm tired as fuck? Dealing with half commuting isn't that bad, and my roommate is pretty cool, but the one thing that's keeping me calm (other than the awesome 4G and country/folk radio) is the fact that I can visit Emily Kocot and Patricia Caliento when they finally decide to show up at their respective schools whenever the fuck I want. I'm gonna be the greatest annoyance EVER! And I'm tired as fuck!

P.S. Get to school!

Yoshimi Battles The Evil Pink Robots

To be honest

I (not so) secretly wish that you're only doing this to make me get over you.

 That maybe there's something

  I could possibly do

That could put you back in my arms.

  There always was before.

  I figured it out then.

  Maybe I could do it again.

  Fix my mistakes.

  End my fuck ups.

To look into the eyes of the woman I love

  And have her look into mine

  And have something be mutual.

A Revelation

So for a very long time I kept asking myself a weird question that I couldn't answer. What's the point of Russian roulette? Was it to die, or to live? What was winning and what was losing? Then it hit me, it was all up to the player whether death or life was winning or losing. The same could be said about life really. It's up to each one of us individually to decide whether the point of life is living or dieing. We are free to chose to win or lose every day. So some may think the point of being born is to die while others believe it is to live. biologically speaking the point of life is to replicate one's DNA but i fail to believe that the ultimate goal in life is to fuck 24/7. What do you think your life means?

What is Tornado?

Okay, this is oldish, like, about June 1st.
This doesn't make much sense -_-
So I apologize for that, but some people "lol" at this, and I respect those people. You all rule :)

Recently I've realized I'm a big flaming Pansy. The fuck am I afraid of tornades for? They don't even kill people last I checked (5 people so FAR) . Plus they make awesome dreams. Like, seriously, columns of a God's will? How awesome is that? Plus , I noticed that most people's experience with these things comes from not being in Kansas anymore and something about a dog named Toto and his owners wish to go home. Yes, The Wizard of Oz. That movie did nothing in the lines of teaching me how to PROPERLY handle one of them tornadoes. First there's the fact that most people living in a city live in a building. Not a house. I felt cheated when my building was smashed and not lifted and taken for a ride in some garbage truck. Also, how the hell did a tornado throw her to a perfectly stable world? After the storm, I remember complete choas ravaging the streets of Springfield, Massachusetts. I also stood in one place so, yeah, never mind. Long story short, if you're in a tornados, BRING FOOD AND ENTERTAINMENT. Also, if you're single, people are very vulnerable after, use that. Also make sure you don't get stalked by a glitter friendly 'homire' (homosexual vampire) on your walk around town.

Anthony, you good?

I've never felt so close and distant from the people I once called friends as I do this afternoon, on 10 July, 2011. I'm literally closer to them than I have been in five years, and I'm also too impossibly far for them to see me or for me to say hi to them. When I say "friends," I am of course speaking of the friends I left behind in Florida. I day dream from time to time as I live life on this island about how they would react if I just pulled up to their house and yelled "Hey Wes! Come on out!" I laugh silently to myself. If I could do that, I would. But they are only day dreams, not real. So it saddens me when the thought leaves me mind because it'd be nice to see them again. Time changes everything, and I like to think that maybe, just maybe, they think of me from time to time as well. How I've changed. I wonder how they have. I see people pass by everyday, surface encounters, and I pull more distant from society with each one. These are fake. I am real. But those, experiences, they're fake. It really bothers and upsets me. I don't understand why. They don't effect me directly yet I am forced to directly participate in said events. Blah blah blah, this must come off as boring, so I'll upload another article to make you laugh after this.

Resident Evil Logic

Resident Evil is one of my favourite video game series. It's a total and complete package, with characters spanning between games in all genres (for an odd example, Snowboarding, that's a weird place to put Leon Scott Kennedy, but hey, who am I to judge? It worked, didn't it?). But as far as the main game story line goes, Resident Evil 1-5 (as of Tue 5 July 2011), only Resident Evil (RE1) made any sense! Well, that's not saying much because even RE1 made barely any sense at all. So with this, I introduce to our very few readers, a discussion of sorts, and an experiment, testing the minds of anyone who has gotten this far, on the Resident Evil series. I personally plan to cover the five games in the main story line as well as some of the spin offs (like Resident Evil Outbreak with File #2 and Gaiden). My plan is to write an article for each, and then to have Charles do the same, so we can exploit as many flaws as possible.

And remember, in Resident Evil, it's not what can help you most that you take with you on a journey, it's what you find the most useless.

"You step into a room and lined on the walls are countless firearms, grenades, explosives, and random stuff that is 'super effective against living things' to kill enemies with. You see a small desk in the corner. You approach said desk and open the drawer. Upon peering inside you see planty of ammo for the Revolver, Handgun, and Shotgun you carry with you now. You push all the ammo aside and find a slighty bent tooth pick. Picking it up you dumbly cry out 'A tooth pick! This will be very useful!' and proceed to put it in your pocket. Your business here being finished, you leave the room and all it's contents behind and break the door knob for good measure. There is no point in being tempted to enter that useless room again!"

The Great Cultural Divide

So what games are worse, Japanese exclusive or American exclusive? The sad reality might be that Japan's failures are worse than ours. The main reason why Japanese games would be not wanted or not allowed into America would have to be because of their sexual content. Not just dick in pussy sexual content but weird shit like hentai, tentacle rape, and lolicon. A perfect example of this would have to the game Rapelay in which you rape a mother and her daughter in various locations like a subway station and their house. When this hit American shores it immediately caught the attention of the ESRB and was summarily banned and deported. This caught the attention of the American news stations and was all over the internet and was a large controversial topic. Although people can still download the game online and play it, if only a few people play the game or even know where to get it then in my book it's a complete failure. Now there are countless other games that involve tentacles raping anime characters or fighting games where the loser is raped (Battle Raper) but we'll never get a chance to even try these games because there is no great demand and the ESRB would never let those games be sold at your local game stop. It's a shame but maybe it's for the best as even in Japan these games are only purchased and played by a very select few pockets of gamers which makes profit an improbability for the developers, which in turn creates an infinate loop of poverty making the games of a general low quality. Meaning it all comes down to mass appeal and finance. Some games like Custom Robo 2 and Metal Slug 7 never made it to America because of unpopularity in Japan even though they don't have raping or tentacles. Custom Robo was a favorite of mine back in 2004 for the GameCube even though it and it's sequal were released in Japan for the N64 in 1999 and 2000. so next time you see a weird Japanese game in America be thankful and give it a try, there are a lot of good games trying their hardest to become international and trust that the ESRB will slam the ban hammer on any wacky Japanese sex games and trust that it's for the best (and btw the creepy Japanese game shown ids called Muscle March for the Nintendo DS).