posted 05-09- 06:01 PM            

So, I buy the game, and play it. I lose all my money, have a shitty job as a lab rate, and no friends. Wait a minute, that sounds like me in real life..WTF? Why would I want to play a game that simulates real life? Well, unless its a flight sim or something..lol

Then I go to this website and get the cheat codes. Now I have all the money I need. So i quit the job and just buy steros and swimming pools. I invite everyone over and all are my friends. Then some beyatch keeps brining me candy, so I marry her. And that's it. Its not entertaining in the least.

My people are always hungry. The guy crys because of his social life. He never picks up the fucking trash. And he has pink bikini brief swimming trunks. What the hell.

He peed on himself too....right in front of the Hooter twins. Then he cried like a bitch. Then, he got so tired he just passed out in the kitchen on top of his flie infested garbage can.

posted 05-09- 06:48 PM               

The real fun began.

First stop, macdonalds. I had a tank by then. Not just any old tank, this beaut was a ww2 Tiger I, swastikas and everything painted all over it. Before driving it into macdonalds I ran-down a group of christian god-botherers, blood spraying everywhere.
Ever seen what an 88mm cannon does to a bunch of big-mac pigging fools? It's glorious.

Then there was the airport scene. Three flak-wagons and it was july the fourth all over the fucking airport. Death count 3,469.

Back to the old neighbourhood and I wiped every single sim-family off the map. Pistols, assault rifles, rocket-launchers, grenades, chain-saws, it was a fucking massacre. The screams of those little virtual bastards dying was music to my ears. I made some of them beg too, not that it saved the sorry little pricks.

posted 05-09- 07:50 PM               

I think you are just angry because no male sims tried to pick up your mail sims. Nothing like not scoring to tick off some one.

posted 05-09- 08:49 PM            

siggi......

posted 05-10- 06:15 PM               

WWII Fighters - yep, nice to look at, but not a lot of fun after the first day or so. I tried to get into it, I really tried. I wanted to like it, I did, I did. It just seemed like I was drinking a flat Mountain Dew.

In my 'to play' stack - Tripple Play 2000. I won't be too sad if it sucks since I only paid $2.50 for it at Target.

posted 05-11- 01:12 AM               

As in "A Clockwork Orange."

God Bless you son.

posted 05-15- 07:39 PM               

I think more than anything he despised any perceived weakness in a person. This was of course a defense mechanism triggered by his surroundings and the society he lived in.

And you'll have to forgive me if it was easy for me to draw a parallel with your behaviour. The vision of your head sticking out of the top turret of a Tiger tank, running over people in short sleeved shirts and ties with no jackets carrying briefcases, then laying waste to a McDonald's with an 88 (when an 88 shell hits a group of people gobbling Big Macs, is it hard to tell the people from the Big Macs afterwards?), heading towards the airport to create mayhem with three flak wagons, only to wind up the day with a one man blitzkrieg on suburbia...well...I think you understand.

No Sigg, I read the book a couple times when I was a kid, and have seen the movie a few times over the years, and never thought of dear Alex as a racist really. He seemed to feel violently towards many sectors of society, including his own.

Your one-man war waged against the world just made me think of it. You've got to admit, Ludwig Van played at maximum volume during your onslaught would work pretty well, don't you think? He was after all, the first rock 'n roller, eh?

Or Wagner. Yeah, Wagner would be cool too...

posted 05-16- 08:07 PM               

gee Mk, sounds like every young kid!
I went through one of these stages when I was in the skinheads scene late 70's.
"There's a dickhead with a pink shirt, man is he just asking to be kicked or what"

"That guy's wearing a surfie shirt, get im!"

"Oi! That letterbox needs a good kick, ahh much better now"

"Let's tumble a few Bay city rollers fans at the tavern tonight"

Doc Martens gathering dust in the cupboard now, these days you aren't cool till you've stolen a few cars and shot something into your veins.
Geez, knocking on doors and running is sooo girly now isn't it?

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posted 05-17- 03:14 PM               

- P. J. O'Rourke, on youth