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I never played that game.
I distinctly remember that. I remember it because it was the the first instance of my favorite video game butchering itself. It looled pretty and I thought it would be but I stuck it out to figure out that the parts don't go together the same.
I had met a gang of AC that hooked me up with the MoA for my playstation back in the day. I discarded FFVII so fast and never picked the chain back up, ever. Fuck that. I spent the week figure out how to play with the bot. They gave me the crack to go strait to the 1V1 50 and get my practicw and learning on and skip the game nonsense itself.
They gave me school lectures on how my human legged light post of no armor and...WTF...no sword? No weapons? You can't put anything on that mech when you got those rockets there. They're too big. You'll miss everything you shoot at.
Then we got to playing. It took one guy picking a map that was a cave I couldn't fly out and navigate outside the pit i fell into cuz i couldn't see anything since i move so damn fast they couldn't shoot at me anywhere with anything else in the game.
I guess AC2 might have had the old setup somehow...i just didnt care to play it. It wasn't the same.
I have actually completely quit all video games and don't miss them. Maybe if i figure out hwo to emulate the original...and chain it to another emulator...but bar that...no temptation even exists anymore.
Because they're not buying them. This is nothing more than statistical observation and some asshole is reporting it technically accurate but failure to fully describe the subject in hand. Thus portraying it as some kind of personal shit chosen by the opposite relevancy instead of the fact that they just don't sell shit to people who don't buy shit.
If you had any difficulty reading what I wrote then you should have a good picture of exactly what the fuck I'm talking about.
And you're not civil. shrugs
Thank you.
They're too busy sucking his zombie dick.
Yeah, like access to "your" phone. Kind of stupid. It's like fuck you to all banks. Get PGP signature services and fuck off with you demanded access to my fucking camera and mic.
Where the fuck do you think fentanyl comes from?
RIP Gary Webb
I don't operate binary. Your limitation of your perspective of me is the source to such. I don't know what bars your awareness and I'm not here to help someone who is criticizing me for shit they are just in an entirely other place mentally while ascribing such upon me. That's more hypocrisy. You need a shrink and my mental objective is the other direction. Thanks, but no thanks.
Time? Like, sure, everyone may die due to global catatstrophic end of all blah, blah, blah...now or tomorrow but it but you write damn near that vivid the fuck "vision" of the "future."
With an-I've-totally-all-but-been-there gorram near nostalgic recollection of how these foreign Terminator assets turn out to just be corporate media reps, again, suckers.
They end up wishing they were slaves back in the day, since now, ther're unable to commit suicide anymore and now, rather unnaturally, they're pestering kidss and asking for details about anything that doesn't exist. Like scrapping recycling from totally-not-trash but thought "trash" rebinned for AI-gen plastic-thought rehash of everything everyone else almost-thought into a compost TV "show." Scrapping it together with the loudly named "mind-food" that makes the a fuzzy black and white TV today seem valuable to have access to.
At least there actually is no content there and you could choose it back in the day.