--- CURRENT DEVELOPMENT: <-- Click the link!! --- Thanks to whoever made this spotlight, for whatever reason n_n; --- FakeSteve made a thread a long time ago about an Organism, I believe his name was Fagtron 5000** [I'm SO fucking SORRY Valentine]... The organism developed, but soon was left in light of FS's busy lifestyle, and soon perished due to lack of attention. As life faded from that planet, millenia passed and new organisms started to spring up with TL's care and lightning and fire and stuff. Here is our new hero:
Everyone pay your respects to Divino and all his drawings in this thread!
This will be an ongoing thing, and I will try to update often as long as there is interest (more than once a day preferably, depending on how busy I get or how sick I will be). Basically, I will give you options for his actions/development at every step, and we can guide him from his amoebic state to civilization and onwards!
First, people should post name suggestions, and I will choose the one I like best or the one that most people agree on.
Second, choose an evolution for our organism to take! Poll: What should our baby organism evolve? (Vote): Evolve better mobility mechanisms (Vote): Evolve better fighting mechanisms (Vote): Evolve better defense mechanisms (Vote): Evolve better scouting mechanisms
Third, choose what he should do first! Poll: What should our organism do? (Vote): Look for other organisms! (Vote): Sit and gather energy (2 evolutions next turn) (Vote): Look for a shelter (Vote): Look for food
On October 19 2009 03:03 RoieTRS wrote: Dammit guys, he'll starve if he doesn't get food.
Amoebas just absorb things around them so it's not THAT necessary to get food. It might just make him grow faster? Maybe? ;D
So while I was banned I got bored one day and I went on Omegle (where you talk anonymously to strangers) and began every conversation with the words "RAP BATTLE GO GO GO." About 5 out of every 10 people disconnected without a word, 3 tried to start a conversation ignoring what I said, 1 would call me a fag or an idiot, and 1 would actually freestyle. When this pattern became obviously unrewarding, I IMed people I haven't talked to in months or years, with the same opening words. I am omitting some of the longer ones where I would have to edit out all the shit we said in between. Here are the results:
You: RAP BATTLE GO You: FASTER You: FASTER Stranger: I am the hippiest hop pop lock shit droppin smoke coppin man on omegle doin gay shit wit dis faggot rap is gay but i rap anyway an ill fuck your moms but i wont stay jus like your daddy did an then he had three more kid you little bitch aint got nothin cus ur a faggot snitch You: Okay motherfucker you think you got raps You: But I will show you why I be dodgin caps You: I have the best rhyme in this city You: I rape you so hard your mother show you pity You: Then she'll go home and put on a dress and look pretty You: So that when I get home I might not hit her with my Chevy You: Because last time I wandered over to her door she ended up in a levi You: I will cut the rope to your parachute and make you eat shit You: I will read you your horoscope: you will never see the clit You: This is because you are a loser and a virgin You: With your penis only splurgin You: To the occasional bbw porn movie You: And to your fat sister Susie You: So let me tell you something faggot, before you disconnect You: I will give your whole family something to recollect You: That one time that I dropped titanic on your house You: Nothing left alive not even a single louse You: I smashed your life and your family easily You: So now be like ashes and blow away with the wind, b Stranger: Mhm, mhmm nukka ya finished Stranger: ? You: YOU TAKE IT You: GO GO GO Stranger: aight listen you little small town sucka Stranger: im tried you actin like you top of da shit Stranger: yo your so fuckin your midwest american bitch ass shit cant spit Stranger: and you always talkin big but when it comes to scrappin ya cant take a hit Stranger: now listen to me boy i master these flows Stranger: man your a faggot eatin dick like a kid eatin cheerios Stranger: an the only bitchs ya ever tappedn be dirty ass dock ho's Stranger: so let me break dis shit down for yo health Stranger: you gota stop actin like some sucka bitch be yoself Stranger: now ya mind self up all dreamin but da welath but yo sucka put them dreams on the shelf Stranger: cuz i you aint gunna do now self-actualize wit da shit no sucka you just fractulize Stranger: so listen me when i spit des words Stranger: i clear your crew out faster den gas did to the kurds Stranger: so dont come round her actin all tough Stranger: y'rich ass whit eboy tryin be all rough You: unh unh You: You be talkin like you know me son but let me tell you You: You don't remember the words I spit five minutes ago, dude You: You must be cracked out on the streets of Palmdale You: Walking around with a sign on your back sayin "slave for sale" You: Nigga you callin me out on being a cracka I own you You: You and your grandpa and your nigga sista too You: You were in my backyard picking cotton You: While I was sitting at home eating mutton You: Your women make veritable whores You: And then they go around doing my chores You: It's like a two in one package, all for free You: Your race's retardating is high level, third degree You: dation* You: I be stompin you bitches back in 1843 You: With my whip and suit on You: Makin you bleed worse than a leaky tampon You: Now you niggas living in the hood You: Thinking together you will do good You: But we are smart, we put you there You: To get you out of our air You: hair* You: So you can kill each other off You: Like back in Africa, a show-off You: A battle to death between lion hunters You: You kick your brothas down like punters You: in the NFL because all you niggas good at You: Is tucking that object under your pit and stealing it You: I am raping you now, you feeling it? You: The crowd is cheering, they want more of me You: But you just stand their slack and dumbfaced liek a fucking a tree You: GG Stranger: Nukka lemma show you bout them raps Stranger: you a dumbass if you think ya dodge any caps ya jus a bitch who run from the scraps Stranger: Now man up an' take them slaps Stranger: C'mon lemme tell bout how shit goes down round here Stranger: bitch ass folk like you are kinda queer Stranger: your white ass so dumb y'see me as a nigger Stranger: bt it dont matter what ya call me as i pull the trigger Stranger: I take yo streets out from under you Stranger: an' it be my folk infilitratin your screw Stranger: so listen straight up dont come around Stranger: cus we're comin for your ass to bury into the ground Stranger: your flows are wack an your off-sound Stranger: ann your shit is gettin way to close to outta bound Stranger: now i'ma bring this shit to a new hype Stranger: i'm tired of people frontin like your type Stranger: ya'll aint worth the toliet paper ya use to wipe Stranger: ya a stupid ignorant racist who cant read or write Stranger: an the best you can hope is a bucktooth whore an the nearest 24 in sight Stranger: but thats okay cus when im makin the dollar bills, Stranger: i remember beatin yo punk ass it was thrills Stranger: an thinkin of others like ya give me the chills Stranger: but its all the same i come in yo house an smash them redneck stills Stranger: use your moonshine to burn ya home with some turpentine Stranger: an yo when they come nobody blame me dey say its no crime Stranger: in fact dey see me in a good light my reputation will shine Stranger: an theyll remember you as a pussy ass faggot wit no spine Stranger: Yeaa. You: "Give me chills" nigga you must be ten years old You: If that's the case you better throw down your cards and fold You: Your shit is whack your English is lacking You: I don't know why you deflect on me, you're the one fudge-packing You: Finding any faggot willing to close his eyes and take it You: Just because you have a penis doesn't mean I can't break it You: Make you wish you were born a woman see You: Because your dick will fall off, into the sea You: As I cement your feet and tie them together You: Hit you over the head with my Fender You: Dump you by the Jersey shore like trash You: Even your mom won't recognize you, your face so smashed You: Not that it ruined anything, you ugly ass fuck You: You got run over multiple times by the ugly truck You: I hand out these rhymes to standing ovations You: When you step down there will be celebrations You: There is no need for invitations You: Because despite the immitations Your conversational partner has disconnected.
fanatacist: RAP BATTLE GO fanatacist: GO GO GO omgwtfbbqwu signed off at 3:11:14 PM. omgwtfbbqwu signed on at 3:12:22 PM. omgwtfbbqwu: errrrrrr omgwtfbbqwu: drop a beat? fanatacist: GI fanatacist: UNH fanatacist: UNH fanatacist: UNH fanatacist: BUMM PSHHHT BUM BUM PSHHHHT omgwtfbbqwu: yay fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: go omgwtfbbqwu: oh omgwtfbbqwu: fuck omgwtfbbqwu: um omgwtfbbqwu: my name is julia and i bust out rhymes omgwtfbbqwu: people talk to me but i ain't got time omgwtfbbqwu: to do anything but study and write omgwtfbbqwu: but i hope i get an A cause this shit is tiiiight omgwtfbbqwu: woot omgwtfbbqwu: okay omgwtfbbqwu: lol omgwtfbbqwu: i gotta do hw fanatacist: yo fanatacist: yo omgwtfbbqwu: :3 fanatacist: -_- fanatacist: fine fanatacist: bye omgwtfbbqwu: <3 omgwtfbbqwu: im sorry omgwtfbbqwu: hahaha
Gwenzors: haha oh wow fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO Gwenzors: i can't rap dude fanatacist: everyone can rap fanatacist: you just have to try fanatacist: it's like poetry with venom fanatacist: GO Gwenzors: i'm talking on aim Gwenzors: with this dude named fant Gwenzors: he's telling me to rap Gwenzors: and i'm telling him i can't fanatacist: lololol fanatacist: more more more fanatacist: gogo Gwenzors: that's all i had Gwenzors: i don't know what to say Gwenzors: i think this rap battle Gwenzors: is kinda gay fanatacist: KEEP GOING Gwenzors: fuck this sucks Gwenzors: i'm gonna kill myself Gwenzors: time to get my gumn Gwenzors: off the shelf Gwenzors: gun* btw. fanatacist: lol I know fanatacist: unh unh fanatacist: listen here girl you can't kill yourself fanatacist: look out for yourself treasure your health fanatacist: because when I come dressed in black to your door fanatacist: you better be sexy and rich not ugly and poor fanatacist: because I am going to take all you've got and run away fanatacist: I will tie you up and rape you all night and day fanatacist: Once you think I'm gone I just come right back, I'm here to stay fanatacist: I smack you around and mold your fear like clay fanatacist: You start getting that stockholm syndrome fanatacist: Start spending your money on my BMW, make it chrome fanatacist: Whenever I come home you polish my dome fanatacist: You will follow me like on a leash wherever I roam fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO Gwenzors: pretty sure i already won Gwenzors: like, seriously fanatacist: nah man we go for 3 raps each fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: go Gwenzors: three raps each Gwenzors: is asking a lot Gwenzors: i think i'd ratherg Gwenzors: get myself shot Gwenzors: i'm hitting the enter key Gwenzors: way too fast Gwenzors: this shit sucks Gwenzors: i'm not having a blast fanatacist: that was like 4 lines fanatacist: keep going damn Gwenzors: dude. Gwenzors: i wonder why this guy Gwenzors: messaged me from nowhere Gwenzors: given that we haven't talked Gwenzors: in like forever fanatacist: what you don't miss me baby? fanatacist: don't you remember those times man we were crazy fanatacist: you were upside down on the ground Gwenzors: i dunno about crazy Gwenzors: wat fanatacist: I was pummeling you so hard you couldn't make a sound fanatacist: Your hair was long back then, long and wavy fanatacist: I was pouring on your face a pitcher full of gravy fanatacist: You liked the kinky things we did but one day it all ended fanatacist: When you stopped coming online, our love could not be mended Gwenzors: rofl fanatacist: You think what you di dwas right, but don't defend it fanatacist: You were scared of our love, it was too strong, don't pretend it fanatacist: didn't change the way you lived and breathed and thought fanatacist: I was the perfect man, the only one you sought fanatacist: But now you a straight up hater refusing to rhyme fanatacist: Making it seem like talking to you is a crime fanatacist: I will shut you down in this rap battle, to amend my heart fanatacist: You should've known I would be this way from the start fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: -_- Gwenzors: i've got genetics homework, man! fanatacist: lame excuse fanatacist: rDNA mDNA DNa fanatacist: someshit like that Gwenzors: you're thinking rRNA, mRNA and tRNA fanatacist: yea fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: go Gwenzors: dude. fanatacist: fine -_- fanatacist: good luck on your homework... bitch Gwenzors: thanks, ass!
fanatacist: RAP BATTLE GO pravman456: who is this fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO pravman456: tell me who this is pravman456: then ill rap my heart out fanatacist: will you rap if I do fanatacist: okay fanatacist: this is Artem from CTY 06 fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO pravman456: hmm pravman456: well i did agree to rap fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: go pravman456: lets see pravman456: my name is prav, im so suave. pravman456: i got bitches on my right and hos on my left pravman456: got hot bitches riding my sheft pravman456: thats shaft with slant rhyme fanatacist: unh unh unh fanatacist: This nigga thinks he's a playa, a straight beller fanatacist: baller* fanatacist: Maybe if he was 5 inches taller fanatacist: He could see above his mama's breasts and understand fanatacist: That in this battle I will demand fanatacist: That you bend over and take it in the ass fanatacist: Because your rhymes are brittle like glass fanatacist: You think you got a pimp hand strong fanatacist: But your penis it's like 3 inches long pravman456: jesus pravman456: do u practice this shit fanatacist: no I just have been IMing people randomly today to freestyle battle fanatacist: because I'm drunk pravman456: its 3:30 fanatacist: and? pravman456: and where do u go 2 college pravman456: i usually start at like 8 fanatacist: cornell, but I am taking a semester off pravman456: nice pravman456: im at hopkins fanatacist: damn fanatacist: anyway fanatacist: you have to answer my rap yo fanatacist: or you chokin? pravman456: im chokin pravman456: i have a paper fanatacist: harsh pravman456: that due at 5 2day fanatacist: good luck then pravman456: thanks fanatacist: I will look for challengers elsewhere pravman456: go for it
fanatacist: RAP BATTLE GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO kickflipthecat: Yo kickflipthecat: my bottle's poppin' kickflipthecat: your dick is floppin' kickflipthecat: 'cause you can't perform kickflipthecat: can't compete kickflipthecat: can't flow kickflipthecat: I make the rules, you know kickflipthecat: and we go toe to toe kickflipthecat: and you know, when it's all over kickflipthecat: you know kickflipthecat: BIATCH fanatacist: I know I know you sound like a broken record fanatacist: You will spit a few lines then blend in withthe herd fanatacist: Because you nothing but a sheep without its master fanatacist: I will spit these rhymes better and faster fanatacist: Than you could in your wildest dreams fanatacist: Bend over its time for some metaphorical reams fanatacist: I will blast you away with my shotgun metaphors fanatacist: I will take you back to good old 2004 fanatacist: You were a loser, a virgin, fanatacist: Every night your penis splurgin fanatacist: To a picture of 2 guys fondlin fanatacist: I was running this game, ball handlin fanatacist: With my pimp cane pacin my way down the corridor fanatacist: To your momma's room, she knows I'm comin she open the door fanatacist: I enter the loveshack and enter her sweet snatch fanatacist: While you're in your room with a friend name Brad playing pitch and catch kickflipthecat: jesus christ kickflipthecat: you're taking this way too seriously fanatacist: nah yo this is a rap battle fanatacist: gotta have venom fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: that is not a rap kickflipthecat: oh kickflipthecat: ummm kickflipthecat: Yo I flip mothafuckas like I flip bacon and eggs kickflipthecat: shit fanatacist: lol kickflipthecat: eggs is really hard to rhyme fanatacist: choooooooke fanatacist: begs fanatacist: dregs fanatacist: legs fanatacist: pegs kickflipthecat: I attack... like a black belt's legs kickflipthecat: no kickflipthecat: that sucks fanatacist: lol kickflipthecat: I'm unpredictable, droppin' the truth to the dregs kickflipthecat: I drop sacks kickflipthecat: with fat stacks kickflipthecat: sellin' weight, make ducats kickflipthecat: I like cats fanatacist: lol kickflipthecat: that would be such a great way to finish a verse fanatacist: Your raps they make less sense than a nigga with downs fanatacist: I will punish you so you stop uttering these sounds kickflipthecat: I was trying not to say nigga kickflipthecat: I will copy and paste real rap lyrics now fanatacist: that'd be lame fanatacist: I'm freestyling fanatacist: fuck you you lose ... fanatacist: afk smoke kickflipthecat: ? fanatacist: away from keyboard, going to smoke kickflipthecat: smoke ciggy wiggy or wacky tobacky fanatacist: cig kickflipthecat: oh kickflipthecat: lame fanatacist: the latter is for later fanatacist: I got my bud and my grater kickflipthecat: the latter is for all the fucking time fanatacist: I will show you why I am the greater fanatacist: Stoner, while you are the greater masturbater fanatacist: WAZZAA~~~ fanatacist: afk
fanatacist: RAP BATTLE GO BlueBomber527: if you want some come and get some BlueBomber527: so here we are in these last days its grimy and nasty BlueBomber527: refined is my mind I'm keepin some of pathweays BlueBomber527: jerks always mistaking kindness for weakness BlueBomber527: revealin secrets, know all I deal in is deep shit and its all good BlueBomber527: I spit knowledge that I get from the internet BlueBomber527: I get wisdom, yeah I get it from introispect BlueBomber527: if you want some come and get some BlueBomber527: fanatacist: Yo fanatacist: yo fanatacist: yo fanatacist: Your rhymes are nonsensical they are a tragedy BlueBomber527: lol BlueBomber527: I don't rap dude that's from a song I have fanatacist: I will destroy you like time destroyed the Cassidys fanatacist: oh ok fanatacist: fuck you BlueBomber527: bahahaha BlueBomber527: sorry BlueBomber527: lol
... I accidentally forgot to save some of the convo u_u We went back and forth for like 20 minutes...
fanatacist: You must have some nerve repeating my rhymes fanatacist: In my hood that is a death penalty crime fanatacist: You belong with the bums, the filth and grime fanatacist: I am high scoeity, drinking martinis with lime fanatacist: You are a two-cent whore and a crack head fanatacist: Easy to believe your family is inbred fanatacist: Your diet consists of bullshit and crumbs of bread fanatacist: Sit down and listen to me, I will fill you with dread fanatacist: Like I filled your sister with cum, she was a bloated blister fanatacist: A year's worth of sex, can't you remember BlueBomber527: (ew lol) fanatacist: Since last november I was wetting my member fanatacist: Inside her vaginal ante-chamber fanatacist: I am Brad Pitt, you are Seinfeld's Kramer fanatacist: I get more pussy than you can count fanatacist: I will kill you and make sure your body is never fond fanatacist: found* fanatacist: You won't go to the morgue you'll go to the pound fanatacist: Be shot in the head by my benevolent hand fanatacist: Stop frontin, your fate is like Custer's in his last stand fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO BlueBomber527: you say that you'd kill me, you say I'd be dead BlueBomber527: I can't be killed motherfucker, I'm just like hercules BlueBomber527: I won't kill you but I'll leave you fucked up just like Christopher Reeves fanatacist: LOL BlueBomber527: breathing from a tube, unable to move, stuck in a chair its all feeling you'll lose fanatacist: choke fanatacist: choke fanatacist: choke fanatacist: choke BlueBomber527: haha yeah BlueBomber527: lol fanatacist: GG
fanatacist: RAP BATTLE GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO SAYGO0DByExx: hahaha fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO SAYGO0DByExx: privet baby ;] fanatacist: none of this fanatacist: freestyle fanatacist: go SAYGO0DByExx: wtf SAYGO0DByExx: ok fanatacist: bum pshhhht bumbum pshtttt SAYGO0DByExx: chillen here jus got back from work , didnt even have time to change ma shirt SAYGO0DByExx: when an im comes from out the blue, and its artem from around 2002 SAYGO0DByExx: i say yo whats good he says none of that he says i wanna hear ya freestyle it better not be wack SAYGO0DByExx: <3. fanatacist: LOL fanatacist: nice fanatacist: haha fanatacist: unh unh unh fanatacist: This isn't a random message this is a drunk dial fanatacist: I know you're obsessed, you've got my blood in a vial fanatacist: But this is not the time to get all broken hearted SAYGO0DByExx: that i wear around my neck, yes fanatacist: I've made so much progress it can't be charted fanatacist: You're slumming it at work, probably at McDonald's burgers fanatacist: I make thousands sitting at home writing, let me expond further fanatacist: I don't break my back sweating at a fry fryer SAYGO0DByExx: ew neither do i fanatacist: Or put my master's clothes in a clothes dryer fanatacist: I am white class elite I am a high roller fanatacist: You can't even afford your crack baby a stroller SAYGO0DByExx: lol fanatacist: I am unstoppable like a titanium train fanatacist: You have retardation taking over your brain fanatacist: I am hercules smiting bitches from the sky fanatacist: You are a rock, getting shat on by a seagull up high fanatacist: So before I stop my flow let me impart some knowledge SAYGO0DByExx: eh SAYGO0DByExx: that one was ight fanatacist: The reason I'm rich is because I am in cornell, a good college SAYGO0DByExx: my friend goes there fanatacist: You are working at Micky D's serving chicken mcnuggets SAYGO0DByExx: not true fanatacist: There isn't anything that rhymes with that so FUCK IT fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO fanatacist: GO SAYGO0DByExx: im a model ;] fanatacist: lol you do know I'm not serious right -_- fanatacist: just go fanatacist: or choke SAYGO0DByExx: holddd on niggg. SAYGO0DByExx: i need to take a bowl hit fanatacist: lolol fanatacist: me too this beer is insufficient fanatacist: brb 5 minutes SAYGO0DByExx: lol SAYGO0DByExx: why are you drinking at 4:30 in the after noon SAYGO0DByExx: since god knows when . fanatacist: well SAYGO0DByExx: and yeah i was kidding about be ing a model fanatacist: I will tell you in 5 SAYGO0DByExx: lol fanatacist: yea I know, don't be silly xD SAYGO0DByExx: fucker fanatacist: lol fanatacist: n_n fanatacist: joking SAYGO0DByExx: lol fanatacist: brb SAYGO0DByExx: ok fanatacist: back SAYGO0DByExx: woot fanatacist: go fanatacist: go fanatacist: go SAYGO0DByExx: ight SAYGO0DByExx: check it, SAYGO0DByExx: check it fanatacist: choke fanatacist: choke fanatacist: you lose ): SAYGO0DByExx: loll SAYGO0DByExx: im drawin a blank
Anyways my accounting class is 3.5 hours long, so fuck that, it is now my doodling class. Time to get a new round of these coming. This is my first one, took me about 45-60 minutes.
The new ICCup season is up and running, and CSL+ is in the works! Let's prepare to dominate this upcoming season by organizing ourselves better than the other teams, by doing things like making an ICCup team and training together.
What's that? Oh, I already made a team. I have sent PMs to all the current [RUTGERS] tagged players on ICCup. Are you in Rutgers and you want to play with other Rutgers students, and do you want to participate in CSL? Go to this link:
We should also begin to plan out when we will meet up in person, and being that we (almost) all go to the same college, this should not be that big of a problem, right? Post here if you are interested in joining/playing, and PM me your contact info (phone #, e-mail, ICCup account with [RUTGERS] tag, etc.).
Looking forward to talking with you and meeting you (: Good luck in the new ICCup season, and support Rutgers in CSL+!
EDIT: To help with uniformity and intimidation, if you are interested in joining you should make a [RUTGERS] tagged account (:
Have you ever felt like you didn’t care anymore, like whether you lived or died, the world would not be impacted and that whatever sorrow the few people who know you would feel wouldn’t last longer than a week or two? How many of you feel like you are driving down the road of life, and are tempted to close your eyes and take your hands off the wheel with your foot firmly on the gas pedal? Many of us push these thoughts to the side, many of us have productive lives with family and friends and loved ones that force us back to reality. Some of us, however, just close our eyes and drive towards the rapture. We’re not necessarily emo; we just don’t give a fuck, for whatever reason. This is about how in the past month or so, my feet left the ground and I didn’t bother to land back down. The metaphor about driving and life, it happened, both in my mind and in reality. I want the reader to understand the impact of the decisions in my life, how one thing leads to another and how it can be stopped, and maybe give a new experience to people who think that life in movies such as the one I allude to in my title is limited to the screen in your living room.
This is my Requiem for a July.
Five guys sitting around a TV in this position is how I spent the majority of my time
July started off as a typical month in my summer life. My typical day involved sitting at home playing StarCraft, drinking beer, and smoking weed. My typical night involved hanging out with my friends from Rutgers in New Brunswick on 86 Harvey street, playing video games, playing soccer with Mexicans, smoking weed, drinking, parties, and freestyle rapping. I didn’t have a job, I didn’t care. Nothing bothered me. It was the typical summer doldrums – every day was just like every other day, and although it was fun in the moment, I’m sure if I sat down and gave it some thought I would see that my life was pathetic. Whatever, anything for the quick fix and high to get me out of my suburban boredom.
I managed to get my license suspended in July for an offense I made in May. The judge told me that if I was found driving with a suspended license, I would be given 5 days of jailtime on the spot. Hahaha sucker I drove like 4000 miles since then. Fucking pigs, trying to take my freedom away. I do what I want.
At some point in early July me and my friend Colin decided to break the day-to-day droll by going to a party in NYC that our friend was throwing. There were going to be 9 DJs and 900 people attending in a warehouse. We were given VIP treatment, and there was unlimited booze. This was back when I was still on decent terms with my girlfriend, so I made an effort to conceal what I was doing and started scheming. Colin and I met up somewhere around 8 pm in Highland Park, my old hometown, got high off of a light bulb vaporizer. Then I parked a few blocks away from the New Brunswick train station, and we took the NJT to the city. After a few transfers in the metro we come out and walk to the party. It was fucking huge.
Needless to say that within an hour we were hammered, and in the process of selling weed to some Cali kids at $20 a gram with the condition that we get to blaze off their blunt. At this point it was around 1-2 am, and when I knew I couldn’t hold any more alcohol, I went out on the dance floor. Colin and I split up, our parting words being “drunk men don’t have girlfriends.” It was going to be one of those nights.
Instantly we found partners, girls who were in the typical slut outfit of LBD + excessive make-up. We danced. My girl’s name was Vivian. She went to NYU. She was boring. But she had more than a big handful of ass and tits. And that’s ultimately all that matters, right?
We danced for a bit, she left. Following makes you a loser and pathetic so I just said peace and went on the roof to smoke a cigarette. Throughout the night guys approached her and would try to rub up against her, I saw it in my peripheral vision as I chugged coke and Bacardi, having superficial conversations with other kids from Highland Park. As usual, being nonchalant and showing that you are completely apathetic to the girl’s very existence, not to mention her dancing with you ever again, worked like a charm and Vivian came up to me and pulled me to the dance floor. She tried to start conversation as if it mattered, as if she really did have the same major as I did and as if anyone gave a fuck what they were doing in life. I humored her desire for validation, because all it is is a ritual – girls talk to guys to make sure they can add two and two together, so they feel less like dirty tramps later when they are puking on the sidewalk after the final shot, thinking about the guy she banged that night. Every time I opened my mouth there was more friction and proximity. After making out for about 5 minutes and mutual groping, her worried cock-blocking friend pulled her away and took her home. I got her number. She texted me a few days later. Why should I respond? She’s just another slut.
However this slut was the beginning of a downward spiral. She was the first girl I hooked up with besides my girlfriend in a year. At first it didn’t matter – then the toxic novelty of her lips, her body, everything about her that wasn’t my girlfriend – became an addiction. And I needed more. The benefit of having this burning desire was that the quenching elixir was always at hand – every bitch at every party was not my girlfriend, every girl over a 7 would suffice. Maybe over a 6 if I am really drunk.
Drugs make infidelity moral, sex amazing, and life beautiful.
When I got home at 7 am that day, I passed out. When I woke up, I was ready for a new stage of my life. I characterized this in Racenilatr’s blog as “my thumb is my cock” mentality. Kennigit described his mentality, which is something similar – “Rape Life” mentality. Basically, I lived every day like Saul from Pineapple Express would. I would do everything I can to milk as much value out of my time as possible. This obviously in my case meant more drugs, more hook-ups, more drinking and debauchery. Because, that’s the only thing that can fulfill my requirements of happiness as a person, right? Right.
Chores, parents, floundering relationship with girlfriend, friends who didn’t do drugs – the last things in my life that had any solid foundation in sanity – were all being pushed to the wayside to make room for more, more, more. The glass was half empty, and every time I did drugs to fill it up the glass got bigger in my distorted perception. It was an inductive process, each step taking me further down the road to a point beyond redemption.
A friend of my parents’ from college came from Russia to visit. This meant drinking of wine, beer, and vodka every night. I was obviously included. Then when my parents wanted to spend time with their friend and reminisce about the old days, they told me to leave. I would go to parties, already pre-gamed out of my mind, or hang out with my friends getting high and doing the same old shit in New Brunswick. Then the final blow came.
My parents left for Florida for a 2-week vacation. First I contacted my old friend Vivian (not the same one from the party). Her and I had a close friendship with a lot of sexual tension on and off for a year and a half at this point. I decided that now was the time to bring the building tension to fruition, from scratch. I called her up and asked her if she has an ecstasy connect. She said yes. We got ecstasy and weed, drank beer at my house, prepared to set off for a trip.
Needless to say we got really fucked up and had sex. It was glorious, everything felt beautiful and amazing. At 5’0 and 85 pounds, she had a tight perfect body. We agreed that we had to do it again sometime.
The next day she got a boyfriend (who was her dealer). Whatever, just another bitch on my blazing trail to whoredom. I was now fully aware of the fact that I was not only cheating on my girlfriend, ruining whatever we had left of our relationship, but was making future plans to do so – while sober. Even if those plans seemed to have fallen through, I had crossed a moral boundary most people have. And I crossed it with ease; it wasn’t even a speed bump under my tires. I was in full throttle, going straight to hell.
I called up a girl who used to worship me back in the day, when we were 14 and stupid. We caught up on times, hung out, were going to go to the beach but ended up staying in my house smoking weed and having sex.
I went to a party in New Brunswick with my friends. After a while my friends left because it was mostly people from my town, East Brunswick, and a bunch of skanks that refused to play the game. Fuck my friends, I don’t need them. Time to get high and do shit. I went to the beach with a girl from EB. We hooked up as the sun rose and we cuddled in a towel. We did variations of this a few times in the coming weeks.
I threw parties at my house. We smoked blunts in my living room, one after the other. I went to parties at my EB friends’ houses. We killed 8 grams on 6 heads in a few hours. We were all doing the same thing, scraping by life with no income, jointly getting enough money to get eighths from our dealer friend. These are pictures from our day to day life:
The youth of suburbia is clearly dying inside, with smiles wide across their faces as they move on to the next source of the high life. And I’m with them.
Driving sober is always a mistake in my world.
As my parents’ return from Florida loomed closer, I cleaned the house and decided “fuck it, it’s time for a road trip.” I planned my course, called up people that were on the way South, and set off somewhere around the 19th of July for Virginia. This is what happened:
What a beautiful day to set off for Virginia. This is right before traffic on the turnpike became a piece of shit and I stood in one spot for an hour.
When you become what I have become, having an eighth of weed and an ecstasy pill around with you becomes a necessity. Yea.
Welcome to Delaware.
Welcome to the dirty South.
StorrZerg chillin in his basement which had a ton of junk food and computers. Good shit.
StorrZerg and I the next morning after his little brother woke me up and StorrZerg made me leave at 7 am in the morning. Bastard.
I was eager to get to Roanoke.
I got pulled over by a cop soon after this (gladly I wasn’t speeding at the time), and told me that radar detectors were illegal in Virginia. I told him that I didn’t know and I took it down. He checked my credentials. My license is suspended, and I have 5 days of suspended jailtime should I be caught driving. I talk my way out of it, telling him that I just got it amended in court that week, and they must not have changed it in the system yet. He bought it. I was safe. Time to go onwards.
RET!?
As I was driving around Roanoke, about to get some food, I saw an old co-worker of mine. This guy was like a father to me, always bought me beer and helped me at work. He is now homeless, has 11 kids from 3 marriages, and his most recent wife (now ex-wife) is in prison. I felt bad for him. I gave him 10 dollars. He told me to never end up like him. If only he knew how quickly I was getting there.
Hardee’s, the best fast food in the world. Only rivaled by Jack in the Box and White Castle. Fucking a must-go if you are in the South.
This is the guy whose house I was staying at, and stayed at for a few days when I ran away from home. Met him on Battle.Net, alias No_Musician. Great guy. I got him blazed as fuck, as you can tell. Good times.
I worked for a day in the factory to see my old friends from back in the day. These were my two best friends at the factory, Dennis on the right (ex-con and trained nurse, has three kids and almost stuffed me into a breading machine for shits and giggles), and James on the left, who is 5’9’’ and weighs 250 but beat me in a 100 meter dash when I was in the best shape of my life at 5’11’’ 155 lbs. These guys are the shit.
The next day I took ecstasy while Dean was at work and I got bored shitless. I felt horny. I called up every girl I had sex with or wanted to have sex with in the past 3 years. I called the 14 year old I had sex with when I was 17. I called the girl in DC who got me weed, shrooms, ecstasy, many blowjobs and sex, $200 and a hotel room for 3 days when I was running away from home. I called my old friend who lived in Texas and just got a new boyfriend. I made plans with the former 14 year old, I made plans with the DC girl (Ly). I decided to meet up with her on my way back to Jersey to relive the good old days before she sent me a 10 page e-mail describing how much of a degrading elitist dick I was. I drove up to DC. We smoked weed, did coke, did “Rush”, hung out in the park, had sex in my car behind a library, I came on her face.
At 1 am I started my drive back to New Jersey, crashing terribly from cocaine and weed. I eventually gave up, texted my dad, told him that I was going to sleep in my car next to some school. I get out of the car to get my sweatshirt from my trunk, I hear a bubbling sound. I find that my tire has a screw in it. It’s 3 am, I am 150 miles away from home, and I’m pissed as fuck.
It takes me an hour to replace the tire, because I couldn’t find the special wrench bolt that allows you to take the fifth nut off of Acura tires.
I drove, and I was listening to Queen’s Innuendo album. The song that me and my girlfriend called “our song” came up.
^ Beautiful song.
I started tearing. Then I started crying. Then I started wailing. I couldn’t tell what was wrong with me. I felt sorry for myself, I hated myself, I was coming off a high, I was angry, I was sad, I was in pain and I was just sick of life.
This is what the sky looked like as I entered New Jersey at 6 am, going 45 miles per hour in the shoulder with my hazards flashing, with a boot on my back left tire. I hated my life.
When I finally returned from Virginia, I was getting tired. Tired of life. Tired of the day-to-day “get high get fucked up do same shit” plan once again. It was time to step it up another notch; I did not have nearly enough drugs in my system at any point in time. Time to fix this shit.
But no, not yet. Apparently after I fucked up my leg in soccer, before I left to Virginia, I damaged some blood vessel. Then it never healed because all I did was walk, get fucked up, and drive for a week. So now I needed painkillers and decoagulants, because according to my physician I had “level 4 pain.” Free codeine script? Thanks doc, here comes another fun 3 weeks.
There really are no limits to how many different drugs you can have in your body simultaneously.
With my 40 pills/month of codeine (not that shitty Tylenol shit btw), I was living in a dream world. My parents stopped caring at all about what I did and when I did it because of what my doctor said. Days were moving in fast forward, slow mo, and rewind. Sometimes I would sit in a chair smoking a cigarette and an hour would go by. Sometimes I would play soccer for what feels like two hours and in fact only fifteen minutes passed. Every day felt like it was a balmy Hawaiian getaway from life. I still did everything I normally did – get high, drive, drink alcohol. Now those things entered and solidified the haze around me, and I really started not giving a fuck. Even my relatively crazy friends thought that I lost it – I was almost bipolar in my mood swings, my rapid changed from laughter to anger to loud excitement to quiet sulking. I felt it. But I didn’t want to stop, everything just felt so good.
I called up Vivian, we did acid together. She would get it for free from her boyfriend, we would do it together, have sex, sell her boyfriend’s weed, then split the profits and smoke ourselves. I was making $90 dollars a day every time I hit the streets pushing. I was loving my life. I started trading my pain killers for acid, which I refilled for free whenever I wanted because my dad used to work for Blue Cross Blue Shield and had some sort of platinum plan. Acid is definitely the best drug ever. I did acid and went to NB and got fucked up. Went to more parties.
July ended. August began. Time is like water.
Colin threw a party at his house when his parents left. We smoked a fat ass blunt to start the night off, and then when people came from EB and NB and HP, we started to drink excessively. Colin and I are beer pong champs, I went 5/6 cups/throws in the first game. We start getting obnoxiously intoxicated. Walls were being broken. People were having sex in his little sister’s room. It was out of control. I loved it.
I went to even more parties. I got a text one night from a girl who I hadn’t seen in over a year, she said she needed “a hot guy to make out with” at some party. I drove there and got lost for 2 hours. She picked me up. We smoked weed, drank liquor and beer, had sex in my car. I was the oldest person at the party – she was the second oldest, turning 19 next year. Everyone else was 16/17. I was that loser college kid at a high school party. Whatever, I got laid, got fucked up, for free. That’s life. Painkillers are the shit.
Drugs make you feel like you feel things again, as if you are in love. I don’t feel when I’m not high.
Ly from DC texted me. She said she was in Atlantic City with her friends at El Greco with and eighth of shrooms just for her. I told her that she had to share with me. I left for the 2 hour trip at 9 pm.
I ran out of gas somewhere along the coast. I pulled my car over and started trying to thumb people down. My thumb was not my cock at that moment. Eventually, a car stopped. My cop radar went off – fuck. I expected party lights, sobriety tests, and a 5 day jail sentence in my near future. Kid comes out of the car – he’s 18, a volunteer police officer. He uses his GPS to find the nearest gas station, and tows me there. Never checks my credentials. I am ecstatic at my luck.
At the gas station I get some peanuts and a beef jerky stick. At this point my stomach has shrunk so much from painkillers and from getting drunk daily instead of eating, I can’t eat more than one or two McDonald’s cheeseburgers a day, or whatever the calorie equivalent of that is. I see a bunch of rocker fags on the street. One of them comes up to me and asks where he can get liquor at a walking distance. I told him that I had no idea but I was willing to drive him if he were to get some for me. He agrees. We set off, ditching his bandmates who are waiting for a tow truck.
We had a lot of great theological discussions, talked about our lives, realized that New Jersey is a piece of shit and no place sells alcohol, and bars don’t do carry-out. Fucking stupid state. We smoke a blunt he had hidden (cheeky bastard) while I drive him back to the gas station. I drop him off, he gives me a CD and a T-shirt – the band is called “Throw the Heat” or something like that. I love T-shirts.
It’s 11 pm, I set off for Atlantic City once more. Google directions are a piece of shit and get me confused because they switch from Route 9 S and the GSP like 5 times. I just stay on GSP after making the mistake of taking Route 9 S for 30 minutes. I was driving down the GSP, and all of the sudden it hit me – What the FUCK am I doing? Why am I doing it? Is this really my life, right now, where I don’t even have a second thought about driving to Atlantic City, telling my girlfriend I was with my family, about to do shrooms and fuck some girl? I closed my eyes to process all of this. I couldn’t believe myself anymore, this life. I just didn’t care if it was over anymore. I had just taken a painkiller an hour before that, and now everything seemed so peaceful and distant in my perspective, the perspective that does not include me in anything. I just let go of the wheel, with my eyes closed, foot firmly on the gas pedal. I was going to that great darkness, with my last living moments being in darkness as well.
The beeping of the cop radar woke me from my drug-induced stupor. I had made it about half a mile down the road, which was thankfully straight, to a construction site, which is why the radar rang. I shook my head and kept on trucking with no remorse.
I get to AC at 1 am.
Her friends are fucking RIDICULOUS. The first thing that happened when I came in was a group shower with me, Ly, and some attractive black girl. The most insane shit I have ever heard uttered from a person’s mouth was the theme of the night, and it kept up until like 4 am. I didn’t expect to stay the night – I already had to basically con the guy in the front into letting me in. We push the beds together and form some sort of super bed, where the 5 of us slept – me, Ly, black girl, gay guy, and some straight-edge white girl who drove them all here so she could do shrooms for the first time in East’s Last Vegas. Ly and I got a bed to ourselves. That was a poor decision on their part. We had sex with all of them being in the same pseudo-bed with us. Needless to say I did not sleep that night.
In the morning we did shrooms and ate on the boardwalk. Ly made her friends leave their room so we could have sex (edit: to those of complaining about a lack of ass-to-ass action, there was dick-in-ass if it makes it any better). For an hour. Again. Shrooms are amazing. When her friends came back we went exploring on the beach. Look at this badass crab I saw in a waterpool: So cute!
Eventually the straight-edge girl and the gay guy went back to the room because she was feeling nauseous. Haha, amateur, getting sick on drugs. That’s only for the D.A.R.E. kiddies. We plowed along, I searched for cigarettes. We sat on a bench as the rain drizzled down on us for an hour. At 4 pm I set off to go home, to meet my aunt who was coming from Georgia (the country).
The next day I went to a party in New Brunswick again. Lots of EB kids there. A little backstory: one of my best friends from EB, Oliver, asked me to protect his sister from creeps who will try to hook up with her at parties. He himself doesn’t like parties or drinking, so he left that responsibility to me. And through out the past few months that I have been trying to honor that request, her friends have been trying to set us up, because apparently she had a crush on me. She was 17, I’m turning 20 in November. Oliver was my best friend. I did everything to avoid any situation where we would be alone or any prolonged conversation, or any drinking while in her presence. Then this party came.
There was some creepy douche who was hitting on her hardcore. He was 20. I cock-blocked him really hard by coming back with 2 drinks, giving one to her, and saying “let’s go outside for a bit,” and she followed me. When we came outside she looked like one of those cute little doe deer, ready for heavenly rapture. I told her that I had to stop her from hooking up with assholes, and I left, because I was too drunk to deal with shit right then and there.
About forty minutes, 3 shots and 3 games of beer pong later, I saw her with him again, and this time I got her friends to break it up for me. They did. She came over to me and leaned herself on me, against a wall, and told me that she just led that guy on so that I would talk to her and try to stop them. Apparently she liked to play games. At this point I was beyond inhibitions. I had even told my friends to stop me if I were to do something, because she looked so fucking cute. My friends were gone, off to another party. Fuck.
I do what is expected of me – I take her upstairs, and we start making out. The only thing that stopped sex from happening right then and there was the party lights from the cops outside. Apparently there was a gang hit of some sort, and now all the kids were getting busted for being drunk in public on the porch. We got dressed and parted ways. I just kept walking, did not offer a ride or even a good bye really. I felt like shit. I went to the other party, got high and hammered again, and passed out.
The next day she texts me and says she wants a part two to our adventure at some point in the future, and says Ian is having a party next Friday (tomorrow). I tell her vaguely I have work and I might not make it. She sends me a sad face. I am probably going to the party, because I will get high in NB and forget that I shouldn’t go. Fuck me. Maybe I subconsciously want to go, and really don’t have morals and inhibitions? I don’t like thinking down this path, because it usually ends up with self-hate.
Since then I got a job. I’m a line operator at L’oreal. But I still get high and drunk every day. Today I’m getting high and going to see District-9 with my friends, then going to a party. Welcome to my life, hope you liked my blog.
EDIT: Here is a video we made a few days ago in Harvey street. You can imagine how much you have to smoke to think this is a good idea:
On August 13 2009 11:38 D10 wrote: Words, always words.
When will people stop caring about whats written and start caring about whats done.
This man knows what he is talking about.
Why are we speaking on an electronic messaging database that has no relevance to our lives 99% of the time? Why do we discuss this faith and that faith and how this fabled ancient man is a messiah or not? Will we ever see this man with our own eyes? Even chimpanzees know that death is permanent, why do we bold humans, the epitome of intelligence on this planet, try to defy these laws of life through books about turning water into wine, walking on water, and parting seas by the wave of a hand? Why do we search for a supreme power to justify our actions, to hear our cries when we are in joy or pain or in ecstatic orgasm? Why do we listen to our predecessors who banished science and burned men at the stake for disagreeing with the undeniable truths such as the flatness of the world and the geocentric universe? Why do we wage wars, "to see which book gets put in our hotel rooms" [sic]?
Let's all get naked and run around freely in nature like we were meant to do. Let's let go of laws, regulations, decor, and other flimsy WORDS ON PAPER. While we sit behind our desks and at our computers pounding away paper after paper, page after page of information to support this corporate technological circle-jerk of conformity and mechanical ladders that span decades of our lifespans as we pass from one institution to another under the illusion that this is necessary to survive in the modern world, as if it is only our white collars and power ties separate us from the animals that sleep in their own filth and kill each other. This whorehouse known as commercial success, profit, and capitalism is the manifestation of all the bonds we lay upon ourselves through laws and hierarchies and the oppressive lie that is democracy. Let us break these chains, and show the world what a few billion men armed with only a few ideas and a loose hatred for theology can do!
April 15th: IC School of Business tells me I am accepted via e-mail
April 27th: I respond to the e-mail, stating that I did not receive any snail mail about this or any means of responding to confirm my acceptance. I ask what the deadline is. I am also waiting on confirmations from other colleges at this time.
April 28th: I am told there is no deadline.
June 1st: I once again tell them that I have not received any mail and that now I am sure I want to accept, because now I know my options.
June 9th: They tell me I have to call admissions. I call, they are closed.
Today: I get a call back from admissions. Turns out they sent my mail to some wrong address, even though in their records they have my exact address. Every other college had no problem reaching me. They tell me the deadline was May 1st, and that there is absolutely 0% chance of me getting in for the Fall semester.
SON OF A BITCH MOTHERFUCKER PIECE OF SHIT CUNT FUCKING ANALWART DUMBFUCK CUMDUMPSTER STREET WHORE CRACK-FAG ASSGOBLIN FUCKING HONEYCOMB MONSTER MOTHERFUCKING DIPSHIT ASSHOLES LKJSGNLKSJDFGNLKSJDNGLSKJDNGLDSKJFGLSJK ROOOOOOOAR
I now either have to go to a community college, do pay-per-credit in continuing ed. at Cornell, or work until Spring semester because THESE MOTHERFUCKERS FUCKED ME FUCKING OVER. I still haven't gotten ANY MAIL FROM THESE BITCHES. My parents are going to be furious with me because I OBVIOUSLY did not handle the situation with enough responsibility. GOD DAMN PIECE OF SHIT HELLRAISED DEMON WHORE MOTHERFUCKERS.
Poll: Favorite Week 1 Guide? (Vote): Introduction to SC Modding (Vote): Making FPVods Using Growler Guncam (Vote): Port Forwarding/Streaming Games (Vote): Watching SC on TV (Vote): 2 Hatch ZvT (Vote): TvZ Python (Vote): The Stove (Vote): PvT (Vote): Muta Micro (Vote): Card Counting in Black Jack (Vote): Online Poker (Vote): Pyrotechnics Poll: Favorite Week 1 Guide? (Vote): Male Masturbation (Vote): China (Vote): Beating Lyoto Machida (Vote): Investing (Vote): Reading Korean (Vote): Guide for Making Guides (Vote): Trolling (Vote): Photo-"hunting" on Fomos (Vote): Eve Online (Vote): Mixing Stereo Sound With Voice Recording (Vote): Slipstreaming/Modding a WinXP Install (Vote): Computer Maintenance/Keyboard Cleaning
Holy fuck I have such a good cerebral high going and I was watching DBZ because it seemed like the appropriate thing to do, and the weed really made me start to think about shit in-depth. So, if you are of the type of fag that likes to argue about the benefits or legalities or cons of weed and drugs and etc., you can leave now. Why? Because this is a fucking high thread you piece of shit.
So, I was thinking about how the DBZ universe seems almost like a parallel universe to ours with the typical cinematic differences that make the story make sense or simply to satisfy the necessity of having evidence in childrens' shows to prove the impossibility of the show in real life, because they know that if enough 7-year-olds watch this show religiously enough and everything about it seems Earth-like, then they are going to start jumping from cliffs trying to fly, punching each other in the face, and shitting their pants trying to go super saijan. That would be a bunch of lawsuits waiting to happen. So, the writer/creators of the manga and show had to make dinosaurs, talking animals, hovering cars, and alien monsters on planets that some independent individualistic scientist can reach by making a spaceship in his fucking backyard.
This was all a lead-in to my next realization, was that this could intended to be viewed as a FUTURE Earth and universe, not a parallel one. To try to prove the validity of such a hypothesis I started thinking of how humanity could possibly reach these premises of the show. I thought about how dinosaurs could be created using future technology, since dinosaur DNA has been discovered, it is hypothetically possible to use advanced stem-cell research to create a full body (we can already make complete organs, working on limbs and etc.). I thought about how hovercraft-cars are entirely possible even with modern-day technology due to having airplanes that can lift off the ground vertically through jet streams and etc. I thought about how even intelligent animals can be created through the current techniques we are using in both genetic modification and in animal training, by having primates learning symbol languages and etc., but how it would take centuries of breeding evolution to have them to the point of being leaders in the military and shit like that. I get into time-constraints later. By the way I was seeing all the thoughts I had as a like Discovery Channel movie it was sick. I still have some images lol.
So then I start thinking about how the humans, having created intelligent animals, would have created the source for their own demise. I thought of it as a step-by-step process. (By the way everything I wrote in this blog I thought of in like 5-10 minutes total lol my mind was fucking racing).
1. First few animals become intelligent (fuck BBcode btw) These animals then start learning the human way, eventually being in great enough in number to support the further production of such animals, which then eventually start taking positions of power, like in DBZ.
2. The animals begin to unify They first start off living in areas as a minority, then start unifying into political sects, will have their own factories and enterprises, access to resources through their own mining corporations, and eventually will want to have their own territories. They will already have the means of recreating all of our technologies, they will probably even have their own colleges and thus their own scientists who probably INVENTED some of the technology that everyone used. They will have trained specialists in every field that humans do. Naturally throughout this time, they are also pushing for the creation of more intelligent animal species by citing laws that they themselves pushed through various congresses and the UN stating that "all animals should have the right to intelligent life, because it is segregation to keep them in the dark while other animals enjoy the benefits of humanoid living," (notice how in the show the only animals with human-level intelligence are those that generally live on land and are thus capable of doing human things through genetic engineering for paws and shit) "and all intelligent species should have the same rights to land and in international law." Using this they will propagate themselves easily.
3. The animals gain power, become independent nations, at first together then in species-specific nations. They will then begin diplomacy with each other, strengthen bonds, and eventually grow to the point of being equal in number to humans. Unions and pacts would arise and World War # would begin.
Okay back to what I was saying about the fucking time constraints damn I forgot, it was something like it would be hundreds of years before this shit came about, so then why is farming technology still so inferior? Where are the high-tech personal gadgets (I guess Capsules count, but where is the super-modern cell phone? Watch? etc.). So maybe it CAN'T be the future?
Then I realized that Earthlings in the show shoot hand-lazer-beam SPIRIT BOMB RAAAAAAAH and emanate light, which is physically impossible for humans to do.
Here I will link all the guides that I think are trying to win the Beta Key contest. Basically I am including any guides made after June 1st. This way you can see all the contestants in one place if you suck at using the search function (: I also made them organized by subject, so that you can find what you want faster. I will try to update this when I can.
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