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| Gameing Hopes Dashed By GW again.... |
[Feb. 1st, 2008|10:30 am] |
Hello All,
Well as usual I post when I’m ticked off! Lol, happily this time it isn’t too much of an ordeal but I feel like shareing my thoughts on a certain company.
I have played Warhammer 40k for almost three years now. I love painting the models and I like playing. (so long as it’s not a tournament because I get too competitive.) It’s a great game. The backstory is the most complex, varied, and entertaining story that I’ve worked with in a long time and gives you a lot of room for creativeness.
Here is where my anger comes in. Though I had heard nothing of it until I saw it on store shelves they put out a Warhammer 40k Roleplaying Game. I have never played an RPG before but I was VERY excited about this. I snapped up the core rulebook and the character portfolio and listened intently as the store owner explained about the comeing books to go with it. The store sold out of the books within half an hour.
I spent the rest of that day rolling dice, trying to create a character as I am sure someone in the group (someone else who bought one of the other 11 books the store got) is going to set up a game and I will get .
Then Monday I log into the forums for the game. (BlackIndustries.com a subsidiary of Black Library, which is pretty much Games Workshop who owns 40k) I see a little announcement. Even though the book was a huge success, even though it is completely sold out EVERYWHERE, even though preorders of the following books are all snatched up on amazon, the main company is shutting Black industries and it’s roleplaying games down so Black Library can focus on churning out more novels, which is more profitable they say.
I am highly ticked that I paid 60 bucks US for a product that the company is dropping complete support for two days later. If they had let everyone know then we wouldn’t have bought the book…..but I guess that’s the point. They had already printed this limited run and didn’t want to be stuck with them. So they just foisted it off on their customers who will seemingsly buy anything “just because GW makes it.”
I want my 60 dollars back. I want the time and hope I put into this back.
There seems to be a reason that GW games are dropping off at my local store and games made by other companies such as Privateer Press are picking up. I may have to start looking into “Warmachine” and “Hordes.” |
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| Pallybutter Jelly time, It's Pallybutter Jelly time! |
[Jan. 9th, 2008|09:54 am] |
Hey all,
Well finally logged back into WoW and moved over to a new server. Moved onto Ravencrest with Donna and her gang. Started a new character which is a Human Paladin. Shockingly enough his name is >drum roll< TheGreg >gasp and astonishment<
.... yes I know, very original. :P
Well I got him up to lvl 8 (in two days beleive me for me that's fast.) and got some new better armor. I know most people say don't buy fromt he vendors, but when the best chest armor you've found is 68 and the vendor has one that is 100 and up you take the vendor stuff :)
BTW, I STILL hate murlocs. |
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| Happy Frigginn New Years |
[Jan. 1st, 2008|10:27 am] |
Well another year has come and gone.
What did I do for new years? Because my family freaks out too gal danged much I stayed home again like a good little soldier. While friends went off to parties and whatnot I stayed in watching movies.
Not only that, I blew up at a woman over IM because she's a teaseing somethin somethin that says she wants this that or the other, but aparantly not from me.
So yea i'm real excited about the new year. It's cold. I'm alone. and I have to work today.
Whoopty friggin do. |
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| PUPPY! |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|08:56 am] |
For most of my 25 years I've been asking for a Bassett Hound. I love the floppy eared guys! Well after many years I received one as a Holiday present.
Duke, a two year old registered purebred. Fat, loooong ears and happy. Not very energetic but he's a good boy, doesn't want to move, just wants to be petted. :)
got a lot lot lot of stuffs for the holidays but most proud of him. :)
Hope you all have a great holiday too! |
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| Being used. |
[Dec. 10th, 2007|02:48 pm] |
Humans use other humans on a regular basis. This fact is indisputeable and unavoidable. Sometimes we don't even know it.
I've been talking to this one woman. She's been through quite a lot. We wen't out, she rushed off at the end, after a uncomfortable silence where you could tell she wanted to say something but decided against it.
She flirts a lot over the IM and seems to be having fun with it. Unfortunately, she is useing me. She doesn't even know it. I'm a friend. I'm someone who would never ever hurt her. I am safe.
Eventually she will get stronger, more confident, and she will move on.
It is inevitable and unavoidable. But doesn't make it suck any less. |
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| The Incredible Shrinking Greg |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|09:55 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | weight loss | ] |
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Just an update on me. Work put in a fitness center in! Been going three days a week. Doing it through lunch and an hour or so after work.
So far lost 11 pounds and 2 pants sizes. (My clothes don't fit! >.< )
Getting all muscled up for my trip next year :D >poses< Cause we are going to pump >claps< YOU UP! |
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| Myspace |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|09:38 am] |
Hey all,
Just wanted to let you all know i'm on myspace as well. www.myspace.com/sunderedsoul
Not giving up on LJ though. :) Give me a shout there :D |
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[Nov. 27th, 2007|03:45 pm] |
>sigh<
I'm beginning to think it's my fault I don't understand them. Sure they are a bit hard to read for most people, but i guess i just don't get it.
There is a woman. Perfect in my eyes. Beautiful, smart, talented. But I just can't get a read on what she's thinking or how she may feel bout the BurntOutTech.
Sometimes I wish people would just come out and say what the heck is on their minds. After trying to figure out what people want for so long the interpreting is getting a bit annoying. |
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| Wanderer in the Darkness Pt.1.5 |
[Nov. 16th, 2007|07:58 am] |
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| | Nightwish - Dark Passion Play | ] |
Arrow after arrow left his quiver. With each a home, a barn, everything went up in flames. They took away from him what he treasured most. It was only fitting that he did to them in kind. With gleeful smile beneath his sunken eyes he reveled in the blaze before him. As the last house set alight he gathered up his belongings. Joined by the Nameless Wolves that followed him he set off once again on her trail. The unnatural beasts were trackers of the highest order and soon they hit upon her scent. His gaunt frame slipping deftly through the forest he bared his teeth with anticipation of the hunt. For so long he had been alone, for so long he had yearned to regain her. Yet now, in the depth of the cold winter’s night it was less about her….and more about the death of the stranger that took her soo long ago. All his nobler hopes and aspirations had merged into the one overriding passion, revenge. He could still see the stranger, standing there in the flames of the last village that had been judged. A masked coward, riding a horse as dark as night. Always a step ahead, always running from justice. But soon would be nowhere left to go. |
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| Wanderer in the Darkness Pt.1 |
[Nov. 15th, 2007|02:11 pm] |
He wandered through the night, skirting the town’s borders, not daring too close to the little huts and cottages that ringed the little hamlet. For six years he had searched, since he awoke and she was gone. Six years since he had known the comfort of others about him, the warmth of the hearthfire burning bright through the windows reminded him of this. But he moves on.
He pulls his tattered cloak about him, clinging to the warmth of his body as the cold wind whips around him. The November rain pouring without cease, stinging his pale skin as his breath mists before him.
She had not always been like this, a gaunt, pale, shell of a man. Six years ago he had been happy. His home was warm and he cared not for the troubles of the world. A simple man living a simple life. She had been his only concern, his only care, his only joy. His life was dedicated to her happiness. But slowly the world grew colder around him. The long nights set in as she was later and later back from market. And then one day, she never returned at all. He had screamed, clawed his face in agony as he searched for her, but none had seen her since that day, she had been seen with a singular stranger, lithe and quick, fluid of movement and speech.
That night he had set out with nothing, no provisions, no clothes, no hope. He had hunted them across hill and dale. Resting only when the weight of sleep prevented him from marching on. He had come close, so very close, soo many times. But time and time again the stranger rode off, carrying her far away. He looked out over the small town his path leaves behind. Here he found her, but they conspired with the stranger, they had to, he had been happy again, she had been there for him once more, and then she was gone. The cold white fire danced in his eyes as he lit the torch, placing it beside him on the rise overlooking the town. They would pay.
Slowly he withdrew the old yew bow from his coak, the weapon was incredibly old, but was still strong. None could match the craftsmanship of the Old Ones who had hewn it’s form. He hummed slightly, dipping the ends of the arrows and the cloth wrapped around them in the foul smelling concoction he had brought with him. “aim from the back, the front shant know what’s happening.” He smiled at his father’s old advice, it had served him well through so many years. He touched the arrow to the flame, lighting it’s form with blue hued fire. Takeing careful aim he loosed it, setting it on an arching path. It was beautiful, a dancing lovely sliver of death. As it reached it’s zenith it sloped, like the curve of a lady’s neck, plunging downward into the thatched roof of the farthest cottage….within minutes the hovel was ablaze, he smiled as he heard the screams of the residents. The screams of the guilty. |
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| Oh you didn't know? |
[Nov. 15th, 2007|09:34 am] |
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Aparently some people still don't know cause they keep asking me.
About a month and a half ago the girl i was planning on asking to marry me wrote me a very long email in the middle of the word day. It basically stated that she didn't want to leave texas, didn't want to leave her mother, and didn't want to leave the guy she had started dating month before the email.
So no trip, no happy, no nothin.
I is single once more. |
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| A few literary Quotes for you. |
[Nov. 12th, 2007|04:07 pm] |
. . . the task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women. George Meredith
The Ordeal of Richard Feverel
"To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us." Baroness Emmuska Orczy
I Will Repay
"Hot hate is twin brother to hot love." Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sir Nigel
"It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man." Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Adventure of Abbey Grange
You know how easily and suddenly these things happen, beginning in playful teasing and ending in something a little warmer than friendship. You squeeze the slender arm which is passed through yours, you venture to take the little gloved hand, you say good night at absurd length in the shadow of the door. It is innocent and very interesting, love trying his wings in a first little flutter. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Stark Munro Letters
"Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none . . . " William Shakespeare
All's Well That Ends Well
"Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance." Oscar Wilde
A Woman of No Importance
"Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance." Oscar Wilde
A Woman of No Importance
"Then must you strive to be worthy of her love. Be brave and pure, fearless to the strong and humble to the weak; and so, whether this love prosper or no, you will have fitted yourself to be honored by a maiden's love, which is, in sooth, the highest guerdon which a true knight can hope for."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – The White Company |
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[Nov. 11th, 2007|11:02 pm] |
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