In my case, it is simple.
Something that needs a bit of work with a sledge hammer and a crowbar…like my master bathroom. In this house, Ren is in charge of demolition…
Getting started…
This is way too fun…
Phase one- complete! (ah, the pitfalls of living in house made on a loooow budget,,,in the 70′s. See that mold…eww, hence, the need to kill my bathroom with a sledge hammer (not like i NEED a reason, but…)
Wall 0, Renegade 1
Ren: “What is that earthquake like effect?”
Mr. E: “huh?”
Ren: “The ground, its like there’s an earthquake.”
Mr. E : “Oh crap, run!”
(on the way back to my corpse) Ren- “What was that?”
Mr.E: “You just got stomped by a FelReaver…”
Okay, as you may or may not know, I am a huge, huge fan of Sean Bean. I ADORE Sean Bean. Sean Bean is full of awesome.
I also, as you may or may not know, adore Nine Inch Nails…except for that song. “Closer.” I liked that song when it first came out, but then, sure enough, it became that song. You cannot go into a nudie bar in America and not hear that song. You cannot watch a movie that has a scene in a nudie bar without hearing that song. You cannot go into a club, non-nudie, where that song is played and not have dudes acting like they are in a nudie bar and you are working in one. I am so damn sick of that song.
However, that song has now been made cool again. See, Vlad showed me the 2007 remake of “The Hitcher” (remember the old one with C.Tomas Howell and Rutger Hauer?) In this new one, SEAN BEAN plays the scary one man roadkill crew role that Hauer played in the original, and he does it in his own way…and why yes, he managed to redeem that song for me.
Observe (if you are not, oh, adverse to violent shit)
Thank you, Vlad & Sean Bean!
Darwina says “suck it up, you Spandex Wearin’ Hero Wussies!”
Ah yes, this is a game post. And it is lovingly dedicated to all those who game with perhaps their real life friends and or significant others. It is specifically dedicated to people who game with real life friends or significant others and well, also happen to be better at said game than those people, and thus, on occasion, have to put up with whining, envy, being taken advantage of, and generally…annoyed.
Now, this is not to say that all of the Real Life people I game with are pains in the ass. On the contrary, some of them are awesome. Vlad, Shen, Rorschach, TR, his Lady, NinaKitty…all solid as hell. We tend to rip some shit up, really. All breakneck crazy Muhahahahahaa Madness, as villains OR heroes. Others, however? Not so much. And the want to be a real dick to some of these folks and say “Fuck off” is soo, soo very tempting. Why? Because well, it is not that I am the best CoX player in the land by any stretch….but I am better than them. There ARE reasons for this:
One, I am, well, hardcore. I am not a “casual player”. It was said unto me I am one of those CoX geeks whose WoW equivalent is the person who raids 8 hours a day, wastes noobs for kicks, tears through instances until they have it down to fine art, makes or gets into guilds that function like SEAL teams, macks out characters to sick and unattainable (to the casual player) levels, beats down guildies in PVP zones (often with a baseball bat) for failure to comply, and well…generally takes her gaming recreation very, very seriously.
Okay, so, guilty as charged. And???
Well, these people I speak of are casual players. They are-as it were- people who take out their BMW motorcycles on Sunday drives to my Hells Angel. And…they fuckin’ prefer to play…gah.. heroes. And it is a simple fact of life: Villains are Cooler than Heroes, or, at least, I far prefer to play villains. There is no question here. I play CoX, but I am a Red Side, bring on the villainy, lets waste some heroes kinda gal.
However, despite my apparent assholery, I do have reason for my grievances with these people, and I shall lay them down:
One: Way back when I first started playing this game, all of these people wanted everyone to join their Super Groups (guilds), and sure enough, I would make a character and join, earn bank for said group, play, level, all that…yet when I made my own Groups…they did not join, regardless of how many times I said I would appreciate it if they did. However, now that my Better than You Status is known, they want in. My answer? No.
Two: For many, many moons, these people bitched about my slash and burn play style, and thus, I would see them all there, on line, in a team together, whilst I was slugging it out solo style and gee, I never got invited to those teams…until they hit an AV they could not kill- then they wanted my help. And now that it has been seen that slash and burn is actually the more effective style of play–well gee, all of them are trying to get on teams with me. I get these tells “Can my level 7 toon join your level 30 team?” Answer: No. “Oh, are you over in the WarZone running to help folk level, can I come?” It’s like- fuck you, you never wanted to team with me before unless you HAD to or needed me to kill something you couldn’t, so why should I be nice NOW
Three: These people USED to be the only people I had to play with, now, I have a whole crew of like-minded players and gee, we’re successful…and suddenly I- crazy playin’ pariah me- is supposed to include you people? What?
Four: Loot. I have always been very nice about giving in game cash to people who needed it or good drops that I did not need to others…think that favor was EVER returned by any of these folk? No.
Five: Committment. Okay, see, I am one of those people that if I say “Yes, I can be on for an ITF at 7 pm”, unless something BIG comes up, gee, I am on at 7pm for the ITF! I cannot count the number of times these people have said “yes, we will be on” then crapped out.
Six: Vastly different play styles and a failure to follow a leader. Ahem. My style is better. And dammit, if you make me leader of your team…fuckin’ listen. Failure to do so is rampant and only ends in character death…and usually it ain’t my character. Your bad, not mine.
Seven: And my, my, my, this is a big one…GREED. See, I am one of those folk that when someone says “Hey, Phreak (my IC global) we need a tank/brute/healer/damage dealer/ blah blah blah” if I have one…I get them. Even if I would rather be playing someone else- I get what the TEAM needs. These other people? NO. Fuck what the team needs, fuck what is most useful or helpful to the group- It Is All About Them and What Toon They Want to Level. Even if that toon is, essentially…USELESS. Or if an entire night of gaming plans need to be shifted to accommodate their wants. That pisses me right the fuck off.
And sure enough, I understand Real Life gets in the way of gaming- I have no problem with that….but do not freakin’ expect me to sit around while you fail to show week after week for petty shit (oh, my favorite TV show is On!- It’s called DVR, bitch!) and then still expect me to want to team with you when I am missing out on GOOD game time with better, more considerate, more fun players.
And remember, its Not My Fault I am Better Than You- I’ve put in the work to Be Better Than You- its that simple. And sorry to say, after the shit I put up with outta some of these people for close to five years of gaming? My coattails got a no room for rent sign on ‘em.
Pfft…whiners AND heroes!
I had another post, the ironically titled “it’s not my fault that I’m better than you” planned for today- but it will have to wait until a little later.
I was over and Gin’s and ran across this story: Fl man kills 4 women, does not target men….
And it got me thinking…
I can, off the top of my head, think of one school shooting ever that involved a woman- Brenda Ann Spencer circa 1979. Compared to oh, this. There is one other female on that list. One.
So it is not a matter of “women never do this sort of thing”; physical violence, gang violence, domestic violence, murder….but they do it a hell of a lot less.
So the question then comes….
ARE men MORE violent than women?
OR
IS violence from males more tolerated, accepted, and even encourgaged (and less often punished or rewarded?)
Discuss at will. I tend to lean towards theory two myself.
For making me LAUGH MY ASS OFF!!!
Mr. Noir & Mr. Moon make Ren Laugh-
Y’all are well aware that I like strong women characters, right? Both good ones (ahem protagonists as it were) and bad ones (hell yeah antagonists)…well, see, I also play this game and…
Anyway, I made videos of both my heroic and villainous women characters, doing their thing…you know, strong woman kickin’ some tail, but, but, see even of one does not PLAY the game, in these there is something for everyone!
For Rootie- guns, a mysterious Old West Figure in Black Type, and well, explosions!
For Trinity- a very, very scary HERO with claws and cool armor, and a tiny little gal with short hair in a black leather kicking the crap out of a bunch of dudes! Oh, and Mechs, did I mention Mechs? And a woman with extra bladed cybernetic arms?
For Snowdrop- a reason why we are all sooo very happy the UK has very strict gun control laws!
And of course, for Lisa- Aggro…lots and lots of Aggro.
and for people who have been keeping up with the Scary Southerners, well, two of them are in there…and you can TOTALLY tell where little sister Sammy got her moves from!
Plus, of course, all the music is by…women.
Heroes First!
And now, of course, the Villains 
….
(is it just me though, or do some of my heroes look way scarier than the villains???)
Ah yes, needles in the neck day. Twelve was the grand total this time. And sure enough, what with the scars having scars and all, it does not hurt- not even a little. I feel pressure, kind of a pinch like feeling, but no pain…I could actually probably sleep through it (in fact, almost dozed off today, really).
But damn if those fuckers don’t bleed like crazy. I am glad I wore a dark shirt, and glad the doc is fast with the thick gauze y’all.
That said, blood loss totally beats pain any day of the week IMHO.
In that “special” kind of way how things have changed since the move from the old joint. It’s interesting to see who actually got a kick out of reading my blog because of me and who read it because I was the point and shoot thunder and retribution. Funny to see who stuck around when I mellowed out and showed the full monty Ren: Angry Comedian/Twisted Sense of Humor/Hick actual person who goes on vacations and likes fiction and art and video games and beer and lest we forget, guns, football and cars as opposed to the Smiting Sex Working Horsewoman of the Apocalypse. I mean shit y’all, I may be a villain, but I ain’t one out of a comic book.
To those of you whom this does not apply to…first round is on me.
Ren
