I got Cowboys from Hell, Paranoid (lol), and Balls to the Wall (lol) all down except for the solos, which I planned to learn later. I was encouraged. I was happy. Energy flowed through my veins as I seemly effortlessly mastered riff after riff. It seemed like all that grueling power chord, scale, music theory bullshit came through after all. So, I decided to put myself to the ultimate test: Slayer.
Sadly, I didn't choose an easy Slayer song, I chose Raining Blood... not South of Heaven, not one of those slow slayer songs. Why did I choose Raining Blood? Because I was feeling awesome. Awesome beyond my dreams. I felt ready. I was fucking hyped. I hadn't really felt as happy since JulyZerg raped Best to get a Golden Mouse. (also because GH3 on practice mode can serve as a backing track >_> ).
Well, I got owned. Though I haven't felt a penis going through my anus, I bet that is what it would feel like. After an hour or two of trying to play it up to speed and failing miserably, I gave up. Destroyed by Slayer, I went to play some SC and 4 pooled some pubs on east (Ironically listening to Slayer while playing). I had some fun, and decided I would have another go at Slayer. Again, failure destroyed what self-esteem I had, and now I feel horrible again.
Everything was building up towards this moment. I imagine it would be what Flash felt when he lost both games this week after some stellar performances. I don't think I will want to play guitar tomorrow.
In short: Fuck you Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman for writing such an appealing song. You have destroyed me.