"Secrets and Those Who Keep Them"

He walked into the bar on the space station. It was a small rig, but it'd do. He just got done wrapping up some business in the Golart system and he needed a couple drinks, just to let himself unwind from all the stress.

He walked up to the bar, pulled up a stool, and said to the barkeep "Grab me the strongest drink you got"

A man sitting on his left motioned over and said "You sure you can handle the strongest they got? I've heard its caused people twice your size to go blind in 2 shots"

"I'll be fine" said the man as the bartender pulled up a shot-glass and poured some strange yellow liquid into it.

"That'll be 4 and a half credits sir" said the bartender.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a 100 credit slab and slapped in on the table, "Keep the rest as a tip" was all the man said.

The man who advised him to not drink the strongest the bar had walked over and pulled up a chair.

"Whats your story man?" said the fellow, "Nobody rolls in here tipping that big unless they're either rich, or dying"

"Well friend, I am neither" said the man, "I tend to just, be generous when need be"

"Respectable man, respectable. So whats your name guy?"

"My name is Tyler Ponten" said the man.

"Well, my name's Leif, Leif Valk" said the fellow next to him.

"So son, what makes you come up to a guy like me and try to start a conversation?" said Tyler coldly.

"I'm just friendly I guess!" said Leif.

"Well, Mr. Valk, I am in the mood to open myself up to someone, because, quite frankly, I havent had a..err.. Heart to heart with anyone in a long, long time" said Tyler.

"I'm all ears" said Leif

"So it all began in 2344 when I was born on a ranch not too far from here, out on the Olfan belt." said Tyler, "I was a rascal, hah, I would always pick pockets in the market and steal cattle and such, but it was a fun life, I really enjoyed it"

"Well, did you ever get caught?" asked Leif

"Many times!" laughed Tyler, "One time I got caught on the Saltom's ranch, and oooooooh we did he beat me good! He bloodied me up so bad that I came back a few nights later and killed him! Killed his wholeeeee family"

"That's...uh...wow" said Leif

"Yup. I had to go into hiding after that. Ended up sailing out of the Olfan belt, into the Fadren cluster where I was pretty much a gun-for-hire" said Tyler "That...now that was some nasty business. I killed at least 14 people, men mostly, but I accidentally crushed this one kid, really felt bad for the fella, but there was nothin I could do for him, seein' as I was escaping from the guards at that point, so I couldnt even look back, or else I would've been dead too!"

Leif tried to get out of his chair, but Tyler pulled him down and said "You best not get out of your seat son, if you know whats best for ya'"

Leif reluctantly sat down and continued listening to Tyler's stories.

"Where was I?" questioned Tyler, "Oh yes! I left that planet fast, hah, fast as fast can be. Ended up goin to a little asteroid where a farm was, ended up killin' the folks there too. Seemed like I got addicted to the killin', it was the only way I could make money"

Leif looked at Tyler's face, which still had a smile on it.

"Then I traveled around, eventually did enough jobs to buy a craft, and now I'm here at this bar talking to you!" said Tyler, and he continuted by saying "Well Mr. Valk, now that I told you all of this, I trust you with my entire life story, or at least the bits I did tell you about"

"Yes...yessir" said Leif, who was practically shaking.

"Now, you better not tell anyone ya hear?" said Tyler

"I won't tell a soul Mister! I swear!" squeaked Leif

"Good" said Tyler, "And I dont intend to let you tell a soul either" he said as he pulled out a pistol and shot Leif Valk dead at the bar.

As he started walking out of the bar he looked at the bartender and said "Three men will keep a secret when the other two are dead" as he shot the barkeep dead on the spot.

He walked to his ship and he mumbled to himself, "That Leif kid was real nice" as he shut the cockpit to his vehicle and sped off.

"The Beginning of A Long Journey Home"

Santo walked out of his village and headed north. North was hell. Only the bravest of the barbarians would even dare to venture up to the village of Kajet, home of the half-giants, but Santo was ready. To him, it was practically a coming-of-age ritiual, seeing as as he just turned 20 in the month of the moon. He packed his supplies and headed out, unaware of the journey he would soon be taking.

He left his village early in the morning, hoping to get the most out of his day. His backpack was heavy, at least to a normal person it was heavy, but to Santo is was merely a feather on his back. He walked along the river for what seemed like hours, stopping here and there to snack on some berries or to attempt to catch some fish.

That was when he saw "him". As Santo neared a bend in the river, he saw a man in black robes looking over a dead bear. Santo hid behind some trees but continued watching. What Santo saw horrified him. The man in black robes started chanting, and the bones of the bear began to start ripping out of its body. After the bones were out, they reanimated into a skeletal bear of sorts.

Santo yelled "Hey!" to the man in black robes, who looked immediatly at him and sent the skeleton bear at Santo.

Santo pulled out his mace and struck the rushing bear right in the head, cracking the skull. The bear dove, and skidded across the ground, disorientated from the blow. Santo took this opportunity to hit the bear again and again, until the skull was shattered, and the bear ceased moving.

Santo looked at the man, who looked back at him, and the man started clapping.

"Very well done barbarian" said the man in black, "You made quick work of my new minion, too bad he didnt have time to become comfortable, or else you would've probably lost that battle"

"Enough of your words evil mage!" shouted Santo, "I know of your dark magic!"

"You may know of it, but you do not...understand it" hissed the man in black robes.

Santo broke into a rage, running madly at the wizard and swinging his mace with all of his might. Santo missed, but not because the mage dodged it per-se, but because he teleported out of the way of his swing.

"You barbarians are so...predictable" said the man in black as he froze Santo in place

He walked ever so carefully towards him and looked him right in the eye. He removed his hood to reveal a tattoo on his face of a triangle, and a tattoo on his neck that said "Meftan", he had a goatee and a scar on his right cheek, but his bright blue eyes, they pierced into Santo's very soul.

"I see great potential in you barbarian" huffed the wizard, "I shall see you again in the future...but next time, try not to disappoint"

The wizard moved his hands in unconceivable ways, and Santo felt the very fabric of space and time start to rip. He felt his body morph and change, and he was falling. He fell right into a tree right outside of a tiny village and ended up losing consciousness.

He awoke several hours later to someone stabbing him with a stick.

"Stop that!" he yelled as he looked up and saw a little boy

The little boy turned around and ran as fast as he could to the village, and Santo followed. He was stopped by a few guardsmen at the entrance of the village and was asked to state his business.

"I do not know why I am here" was all Santo said.

"Ehh?" said the guard, "Nobody comes this way for no reason mate, by the looks of ya' I'd imagine you'd be one of them mercenary types who came to clear out the dungeon not to far away"

"What...dungeon" said Santo

"The one in the ad" said the guard as he grabbed a note in his pocket, showing it to Santo

"Why would I go there" said Santo plainly

"Well ya' said you dont know why you're here right? Maybe someone there will recognize ya' Idunno, but ya aint gettin in here until you can prove you aint gonna cause a mess, had too many brutes wonder in here and get drunk and piss off the locals" said the guardsman.

Santo sighed, then said "If I clear out the dungeon, will you let me in the village?"

"Sure thing champ" said the guard

"Then I shall return soon" said Santo as he walked off towards the dungeon.

He arrived at the camp and saw at least 10 guards, a witch, and other men of various nature and races.

"What did I get into..." sighed Santo as he walked into the camp, knowing that this wasnt going to be simple.




Thats all for right now.

That was actually the backstory for my character for Dungeons and Dragons, and I'll continue the story of Santo and other people tomorrow, until then though, hoped you liked the read! :D

"Maybe next time, just maybe"

He looked into his mirror silently in the dim lit bathroom. The dura-steel floors were cold to the touch, and he didnt have anything on his feet. He walked to his room and opened the drawer.

"What do I want to wear today..?" he mumbled to himself

"Maybe...this?" He said as he picked up a green jacket "Orrrrr, maybe THIS" he spoke as he lifted up a nice black vest into the air.

It didn't really matter what he wore, and he damn well knew it. But still, he liked to believe he had SOME choice left in his appearence, to believe he had some sort of freedom.

He waited in his room for well over an hour, anxious as to when he'd be called up.

Even after he'd done this at least a dozen times, he still got butterflies in his stomach every time someone came and knocked on his door, or called his phone. It started out as a hobby, a hobby he actually stumbled upon when he was just a broke bum living on the side of back alleys.

He wasnt very talented at first, but he quickly became skilled at his craft, which is why he was paid handsomely for his work, and applauded for his workmanship. But as each check got bigger, the tasks got harder.

He was beaten, bloodied, and bruised by the end of last weeks job. He made a full recovery, but it still made him hesitate answering whether or not he would go to work next week.

As he thought about his past jobs, there was a knock on his door. His heart literally skipped a beat as he raced towards the door.

He pounced on the little scope that let him see who was knocking and asked "Who is it?" is his scraggly voice.

"Are you Mr. Valorn? I'm Edgar Bard wi-"

Valorn pushed the door open and it hit Edgar, stopping him mid-sentence.

"I know who you're with! Let's get on with it!" screeched Valorn

"Well, err...Mr. Valorn, its pretty straight forward" said Edgar as they both walked down the hallway

"It's never straightforward" huffed Valorn, "What are his weaknesses? Strengths? Tell me boy!"

"Well, err, sir, it seems like he..he has no weaknesses" squeaked Edgar

"Well I guess I'll just have to blast some "weaknessess" in him myself"

As he said that, he punched the wall on his left side, and part of the hallway opened up, revealing stairs going down.

"Follow me Mr. Bard" said Valorn as he stode down the stairs.

They walked down at least one flight of stairs and then reached the hidden bunker. As they reached the bottom they saw it. A huge glass case around an elegantly crafted suit of armor. Blue streaks ran down the sides, and on the forearms of the wearer.

"Help me put it on Mr. Bard" said Valorn calmly as he punched a key-combonation into the lock on the case.

The case opened with a satisfying hiss, and the aroma of shiny metal being powered by a blue energy crystal was mezmorizing. Edgar helped Valorn into the armor, which gave the man an intimidatingly awesome look.

"It's time to go Mr. Bard" Valorn said though his helmet as he picked up a rifle.

"Yes sir, Mr. Valorn" said Edgar Bard as he punched in a code into his wristwatch.

Both he, and Valorn were teleported into a room with only one door.

Valorn looked over to Edgar and said "I thank you for helping me get on my armor, Mr Bard"

"Er...Anytime sir" squealed Edgar as he ran off, and seemingly floated up into the ceiling.

Valorn took a few steps toward the door. He hesitated for a second, it seemed like he was listening for something, like he expected something.

Suddenly, a fist blasted though the wall behind Valorn and he hopped out of the way just in time, for the hand kept coming and smacked the opposite wall. The fist hit the wall with a satisfying thump, and it quickly got reeled back into its wielder's hand

"I ASK FOR AN ENEMY AND THEY GIVE ME A LITTLE MAN?" shouted the mechanic warrior.

"You got more than an enemy here, friend" said Valorn as he lifted up his rifle and started blasting away.

The bullets just bounced off of the creatures chest, harmlessly hitting the ground and skipping along as they went.

"IT IS NO USE PUNY MAN" shouted the machine.

Valorn was cornerned as the warrior kept advancing. Valorn quickly ducked and rolled underneath the machine and slapped a grenade to the underside of both of the bots legs. With a satifsying explosion the bots legs blew off, and it resembled a daddy long legs that had its own legs removed, it was just a shaking ball of metal.

Valorn walked up to it and shot the energy core in its back. He was then teleported back to his room.

"Thats 14 battles" he said to himself as he sat in his chair, "14 battles and they still wont let me out"

He started drifting off into sleep.

"Maybe one day they'll let me out" he said to himself, "Maybe they'll let me keep this money and let me leave this place"

"Maybe" he said as he drifted off to sleep, "Maybe I'll be free"



What do you guys think?

I think it sucks cock personally. Shit story, shit ending.

"Maybe We're All The Same"

He was firing over the vast plains of Penxal when a cybo round caught his shoulder. He winced in pain, but his face quickly turned back to that stern, rigid look that he always seemed to carry with him. He looked over to his right and saw one of his men down.

"Another one down! Another one down! Someone get a medic down here to get em'!" he yelled.

Even with his yelling, you could tell that this was all routine for him now; and routine to him was hell to others. He snuck though the wastes of Chernboyn IV and lost a contingent of his fighters to the last remnents of the Zex Guard. He hiked the mountains of Yelmar alone, a journey that took 6 days, just to snipe a leader of some rebels that threatened the region. He fought to the last defending Jadelt from the zealot-like Mandrainion Warriors. As far as he was concerned, Pexnal was, for lack of a better term, normal.

He looked around. To his right the Delta-4 Space Marines were advancing steadily, but to his left...his left was in shambles. Broken ranks and twisted divisions were all that remained. Every few seconds a wave of Kognax mortars hit around him, be he didn't pay attention to them anymore. A man ran to his side and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Major Carek!" said the medic, "Who do you need shipped out!?"

"Him, him, and him" said Carek as he pointed to his wounded men, then returning to firing across the plains.

He never knew their names. He never wanted to. He had too many men die under his command for him to want to learn thier names, to go through the pain of loss again.

Carek looked to his left and picked up a long-wave radio.

"Okay marines, time to deploy ALMU (All Land Military Unit) units at 76' 26'', 84' 12'', and 44'30''"

"Yessir" said the voice on the other end of the radio.

Three indentical ships came down almost immediately. Each ship dropped off a huge mechanized warrior that would support, or possibly even spear-head, an assault.

The mere presence of an ALMU bot can turn the tide of battle. Carek's ordering of three ALMU bots could even be considered overkill. As soon as they were dropped off, the ALMU bots quickly turned on and sprang to life. With state-of-the-art targeting systems and a massive array of firepower, they easily turned the Pexnalian Soldiers into dust.

Carek looked out onto the field, unafraid of any sniper that may have had his sights set on him. He liked what he saw. His bots getting their jobs done, and his marines doing theirs. It was a glorious victory for Major Carek, and he knew it. Carek pushed a button on his belt, and a ship came down to pick him up. He watched as the last of the Pexnalian soldiers fell, damn proud of his boys and the work they've done.

In the conference room of "The Sycthe" Major Carek opened a communications line with Admiral Samet.

"Major, why in the HELL did you wait so long to deploy ALMU units?" huffed the Admiral

"I had to know if my marines would perform under pressure sir."

"You got 327 men killed today Carek, and 42 missing. Are you proud?"

"They died winning this battle sir, and I hope I can go out the same way" said Carek sternly.

"Then just off yourself Carek! Your nonsensical blood-lust is getting out of hand! You got good men killed today just so you could "test them out""

"Sir, with all due respect, these men are better fighters now, and I can easily rely on them when I need them. And as for the suicide advice, I will embrace death when he comes for me, but I will not invite him to dine"

Admiral Samet looked at him with a look of disgust and said "You may be one of the best Major, but that does not mean you have to elongate every land assault! We could've glassed the entire planet from orbit without losing 369 of our greatest!"

Carek looked coldly at the hologram of the Admiral and said "I know that 369 are gone, but that means many more of theirs are! Forever more shall they know the face of wrath, for it has been hewn into their minds, not by cannons, but by men. I will personally see all 369 off into the great abyss, and then I shall know their names. Only in death do we get recognized. I have nothing more to say to you Admiral."

Admiral Samet disconnected communications after that, and Carek found himself in a dark room. Carek walked over to the medbay to see his men, the deceased, off. He found the man who was shot next to him earlier, and picked up his tags.

"Pvt. Gayle Frox" Carek spoke aloud.

He put down the tags and shed a tear. It was the first time he shed a tear in a long, long time, but that night it was well deserved.


How did you guys like it? I wrote this all during a class of study hall last year, and just now got around to writing more for it.

Interested in seeing more? Post a comment if you are :D

"One New Message"

Jason got up from his bed and looked out the window, "8:30 and its already this bright?" he muttered to himself as he looked at his calender. "You gotta be kidding me, its December! The sun doesnt come up till at least 10!" he spoke out loud as he walked to the bathroom.

He took a piss like always, a daily ritiual that's gone on since time itself. He looked into the mirror and saw his frigid face, still numb from sleeping at an odd angle last night. He took a quick shower and tidied himself up.

He checked his phone, "ONE NEW MESSAGE" was all that he saw on his screen. He clicked it without thinking twice, as most people do when they get a text. "Dear Mr. Blaire, we regret to inform you that your wife passed away last night. The hemmoraging took too much out of her, our condollances go out to you"

He just stood there and looked at his phone. He couldn't believe it. Jason picked up his phone and tried to call his parents. He opened the contacts section of his phone and found that there were no contacts at all. "Wha-?" he mumbled as he looked awkwardly at his phone.

He didnt think much of it, as he would just run over to their house anyways, seeing as the news might be a shock to them too. He got into his beat up 15' Civic and rode downtown.

It took him about 15 minutes to get there, but it felt like forever. He didn't know how to tell his parents that his wife had just died. They knew she was in a car accident and that Jason was with her, but when they admitted her they said she was critical, but that she'd probably survive. He cried the whole way there. The apartments were old and raggity, but Jason's parents didnt seem to mind. Jason drug himself up the strairs, still sobbing with the news of his wife's passing. He approached the door and knocked several times. "Huh..maybe they went out for lunch" Jason told himself in the hallway. He slipped back to his car and got in it, driving off to his house.

He looked around everywhere for a number to reach his parents, but he couldn't find anything relevant. All he found were old notes  and scraps of drawings amongst his heap of papers in his office. I'll just visit later I guess.

He ended up driving to the hospital that day. He stepped up to the center desk and asked the attendent for the room of "Emily Blaire". The attendant rolled her eyes and placed a call. "Dr. Yalta, we got someone here for you" was all she said before hanging up and returning to reading her En Vogue magazine.

Dr. Yalta strode towards Jason with a smile on his face. "Good morning Mr. Blaire! How can I help you?" was all the good doctor said

"I was told my wife passed away last night here" was all Jason said, holding back tears.

"Mr. Blaire, come have a chat with me in my office" said the doctor as he lead Jason to his office.

Once inside, Dr. Yalta turned to Jason and said "Mr. Blaire, your wife has been dead for some time now, I plead you stop coming to my office to try to see her. I've tried to get you conseuling, but you always ref-"

"What did you just say?" Jason said angrily

"Your wife has been dead for 5 years Jason."

Jason looked at the doctor stupified. He didnt know what to believe. He practically ran out of the hospital and into his car. He drove home at almost 80 miles an hour. He had a huge headache, and it was driving him insane.

He finally made it home and laid his head on his pillow.

"Tomorrow" he told himself, "I'll find out what happened"

He drifted off into a deep sleep, only to find out he slept all night too.

He looked out of his window and saw that it was bright out. "Wow! Its only 830 and its this bright?" He felt his phone in his pocket and pulled it out. "ONE NEW MESSAGE" was all that it said, he opened it up and was in complete shock, all it read was "Dear Mr. Blaire, we regret to inform you that your wife passed away last night. The hemmoraging took too much out of her, our condollances go out to you". He started crying, and opened up his contacts to try to call his parents, but nobody's name was in his phone. So he headed to the car and started driving downtown.

"How am I gonna tell them my wife died?" He thought to himself.

FIN

Was it too predictable? I need advice on how to write ha, I think I could've made the ending so much more better, but didnt know exaclty how to put it.

So, I tried my hand at writing. Hope you peeps enjoy it.

Well, here it goes.


I wrote this myself.

The sand blew against his plate armor, scratching it with every grain. As he looked out he could see nothing but rolling hills of sand. He had been searching for this place for so long, and he was finally there.

He had heard stories of this place, devoid of all life, a miserable ocean of bleak nothingness, ever changing, doomed to never rest. The sun scorched the barren waste, and the only sign of life was that of the warrior.

The preparations for this journey were antagonizing. The warrior passed through jungles and mountains, valleys and hills, kingdoms of men and monsters, all for this. He was the best the world over had seen.

He walked into the stone temple, wind-stripped that it was by the hazardous winds. As he walked though the ancient halls, long empty from the looters of eons ago, he got a chill.

He entered a doorway to a large room and threw his torch into the center of it. He heard voices in his head, voices telling him to give in, that the power he would possess would rival any mortal, or even immortal, that was in this world.

The warrior brushed his glove against his chest, for he was weary. He started to sweat and his hands began to shake. All he could do was wait; wait for anything.

He picked a sigil from out of his pocket and waved it over towards the fire. The fire calmed, and quickly stopped giving off light. He felt the sands shift beneath him, and he took a step back. He couldnt see anything in the pitch black of the ancient tomb.

"Even the most revered mortal has fallen to me!" bellowed a voice in the black of the room.

"I havent yet" whispered the warrior, who threw up his sigil as it started to shine brightly.

He drew his sword, ran forward, and leaped toward the evil blackness, knowing very well that this was to be his last fight.

Blood dripped down his face, he could feel Death's cold touch; the thoughts that this was the end.

"Foolish mortal, all those of this realm who tried before you have failed: What makes you think you would fare any differently?

The warrior coughed up blood while trying to speak, but only garbled half-sentences came out.

"Your family has failed once again"

The warrior looked up, but his vision was blurry, but he could still make out what was happening; the evil was changing forms in front of his very eyes.

"Your family line has been most...intriguing" said the shadow as it turned into a silver plated knight with the warriors' family sigil on its chest.

"They never stayed the same...ever changing to try to adapt to me.." said the evil as it turned into a hooded mage with the sigil burned into his hands.

"It was always fun to defeat them...to take them.." said the vile black, as it turned into a barbarian with a hammer that showed the sigil.

"And I will take you mortal." bellowed the demon as it changed into the warrior, scars and all.

The warrior stared at an exact replica of himself. He tilted his head back, and all he did was smile. He smiled at the though of everlasting darkness.

Then everything went black.

Saw Incubus at DTE tonight

They were absolutely OKAY. The tickets were free, for me at least, and they played some decent music. BUT, I'm not a big fan of the mellow-type music that Incubus usually plays, and they also never played "The Warmth" which is one of my favorite songs by them. : /

Short sweet and to the point. I am slaking off.

Beat "Def Jam Vendetta : Fight for New York"

Nostalgia bomb. 2004, tons of underground rappers, and some big ones too. It was actually a pretty damn good fighting game, and had an okay story. I looked up the character list, and pretty much everyone is a real person, which to me is mind-blowing because I thought half of the people were just created as filler. But, me and my friends quickly found the way to beat everyone for forever. Streetfighting + Speed. It whoops everyone's ass in 1 minute flat.

I know this is short, but hey, I need to keep you all updated and stuff, cause I love ya'll :D

Started playing "Dragon Ball Z Budokai 2" again

Since my hard drive is at my friends I've resurrected the PS2 and found the gem DBZ Budokai 2. I always loved the chess piece-like game board where you move around and battle who you want when you want. But, of course, my nostalgia goggles got in the way of the gameplay. While its always cool to relive your DBZ cartoon days, I now realize that everyone plays exactly the same. PPPPE is their special, PKG is to power up, the same combos are on every character.

But I mean hey, I was like 10 when I got this game, so I didnt know any better :P

DOUBLE FEATURE "The Devil's Rejects" and "Captain America"

I'll start in order that I watched em'.

This movie right here...its intense.

Now, seeing that I surf the internet in my free time (Read: all the time), I've seen some pretty freaky shit. But just the way that this movie is makes me feel bad. Legitimately bad. Its the sequel to "House of 1000 corpses" which in itself nets it some scary points. While it can be said its a horror film, there is nothing really scary in it. Its more of a "WHAT. WHY. WHY DID HE DO THAT" type of movie.

It follows a family that kills people. Police find out it was them, shootout happens, only 2 make it out. (They pick up the Dad later) Movie basically follows them and a cop who is a vigilante (Read: Chaotic Good) as they both do crazy stuff.

SPOILERS CAUSE ITS THE ONLY WAY TO LEGIT TALK ABOUT A MOVIE AND STUFF
The ending made me happy. Legitimately happy.
I wanted them to die. I WANT EM' DEAD REAL GOOD. And I was not disappointed. :D





NOW FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA

MERICA, FUCK YEAH

Captain America. Oh how patriotic you are. Being all "AMERICA YEAHHHHHHHH" and the like.

I liked the movie. BUT it couldve used more action. Much more action really. There are some fight scenes, but when you see all the nazi bases that CA is taking out and you only see literally 3 mircoseconds of the battle, you feel cheated.

I liked it though and cant really wait until May 2012 for THE AVENGERS ASDFAKSFW:KEJ:KWA:SDF

SPOILERS CAUSE THEY ARE RIGHT BELOW THIS LINE
I felt bad for Captain Murika. He gets told that he slept for almost 70 years, and all he can think of is that he missed his date while saving the world. : /





SO ALL IN ALL

AT THE END OF DEVILS REJECTS I FELT GOOD
AT THE END OF CAPTAIN AMERICA I FELT BAD

Oh the irony.

Recently started playing "Jak II"

I resurrected the old PS2 from the depths of hell (My closet) and went out and bought Jak II.

I'll never know why I sold that game.

Honestly, it's aged pretty well, the only problem I have is the voice acting, otherwise it's still an excellent platformer. Sorry if this post isnt the longest, I havent updated in a few days, and I'm playing Jak II as we speak [:

Watched "Rise of the Planet of the Apes"

Lemme just say that its intense. I was scared of chimpanzees and gorillas beforehand, but now they're up there on my list of fears just below aliens, zombies, and pirates. The movie is a solid 8/10, but there's really nothing to say about it. The CGI monkeys looked phenomenal, and James Franco played a likeable human protagonist.

SPOILERS BELOW, WELL KINDA SPOILERS I GUESS BUT YOU KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN IN THE TRAILER

When the whole police force is getting its shit packed by the gorillas from below the bridge and the chimps on the ropes up top of the bridge, nobody seemed to shoot their guns. A few did sure, but after they unloaded on the bus like idiots, they basically turned into mindless mooks that were set out on a silver platter for the monkeys to gobbled right up (No, no monkeys ate anyone). But like, if I was one of those cops, I would be going rambo on their asses with whatever I had (gun-wise) Those bros with the horses had more testicles than the SWAT team : /

Just watched "Cowboys & Aliens"

7.5 out of 10.

It was a pretty solid action flick. It was interesting, had a likable cast, and was all-around a good movie. Believe me, this could've been SO MUCH WORSE. Basically, its Daniel Craig finding out about his past (Cause it was erased) and fighting aliens and stuff with Harrison Ford and a few other people. If you've got an extra 10 bucks go see this movie! Nothing else is really out right now...cept the Smurfs....

SPOILERS IN HERE THOUGH SO DONT GET SPOILED IF YOU DONT WANNA GET SPOILED




But I think the whole "Gold as a fuel source" was dumb though. Also, when Harrison Ford gave that kid the knife, you knew damn well he was gonna use that to stab an alien. Oh! And Daniel Craig played a great cowboy, as did Harrison Ford. They were both likable characters and both acted really well. The supporting cast was also good, with the Bartender, the Indian Chief, the Indian Cattle rustler, that chick, and the kid (Just cause you dont catch their names doesnt mean they didnt do a good job at acting). I liked it, and if you're into actiony-sci-fi films, definitely go see it.