Missle.

Foxmas was cancelled.

Foxmas, aptly named (Fox + Xmas = Foxmas), was going to be a Christmas orientated gathering of fur-suiters somewhere in America.

The event was called off when the hotel they arranged the meet to be at discovered that it wasn't going to be a 'mascot convention' as they had told them, but rather, a 'gay grind fest'.


AND THAT'S WHAT'S MAKING NEWS,
ON MY SIDE OF THE INTERNET.

End of the World.

I was going to spontaneously write up, yet again another downward outlook about society.

I don't' know what to write.

I've said it all before, but a race 6 billion weak, where the unobtainable instantly becomes the desirable - kids wanting to be adults, unknowing that as children, they still have the ability to be ignorant of the worlds faults;
An age in which TEN year olds are talking about sex and 'dating'. Destroyed within their own loss of time, they lose touch of what they could/should be, and seem only to reach for trying to be someone else that they're not, trying to excel in things which their 'idols' convey to them on the likes of television, movies, novels even.


And the fallacy of 'everyone being unique' in a world where aspects like fashion and culture are governed by people who, 'supposedly' know exactly what they're talking about, leading a pack of blind followers into the morrows of a race of simple clones;
A blind cult where a persons opinion can so easily influence the masses at a whim. The masses which reach and reach for what they can, and when they are presented with the weakest of things, they grab hold and never let go. Falsely hoping that their object of choice is that of being accepted into a conformist society of weak minded individuals without individuality.


The LIES everyone lives by to just to get by. The fact that the mortality of humans catches onto them, and as opposed to facing the facts, they all turn away and cast their eyes upon their own shadow, wandering in aimless wander until the day they die;
A world where the truth tellers become the shunned - bearers of true light become alienated because their light will burn holes in the layers and layers of lies, built up over time to the extent where people are scared of the world, where the truth of dying because less of a priority than becoming of less being.

Visions.

I think it would be badass to have a guitar like instrument with turntables - albeit, it would be insanely impractical to play.

I'll finish this later.

STAY TUNED.

Hyperi-OWNED.

I finished Borderlands.

Do you want to know what the final boss was?
I know you do, so here is my description in the best of my articulate English ability:

It's a giant tentacle monster with a cunt for a face, like so.


I should've taken a screen, but I was expecting it to morph into its 'true form' since it seemed a tad, 'not-epic-final-boss-ish'.

Skags.

HOORAY, RAGDOLL PHYSICS.

We just hit 6k views

you know just saying.

Two and a Half Men in a nutshell.

Scene.
-Enter Alan-
Alan: Hey Charlie, Mom is calling, should I pick up?
Charlie: No, let it go to voicemail. Mom is a total bitch.
Alan: Wow, that wasn't even a joke. Will people laugh at that?
Charlie: It's ok. We'll just play an exaggerated laugh track and it'll work.
Alan: That's your solution to everything.
Charlie: And it works.
Alan: Don't you love how every sentence we say ends as a punch line?
Charlie: Yeah, but I think what really makes this show is that every scene ends and transitions with the same musical motif from our theme song.
Alan: Doesn't that just come off as tacky and poorly thought out?
Charlie: Maybe, but we've been doing it for 5 years now and for some reason people are still watching this show.
-Enter Jake-
Jake: I MAKE OUTRAGEOUS OBSERVATIONS FOR SOMEONE MY AGE AND YET NEVER SEEM TO FULLY GRASP THE IMPLICATIONS OF THEM, REINFORCING MY CHILDISH INNOCENCE.
Jake: AND I'M FAT.
Alan: I should really have just gotten a vasectomy.
Charlie: Isn't it ironic that your son is as much of a loser as you?
Alan: I don't see how that's ironic. It actually makes sense.
Charlie: Hey, did I mention yet that our mother is a bitch?
Alan: You did. Twice already. You used that joke in the last episode too.
Charlie: It's called a reoccurring theme.
Jake: I WANT CAKE.
-Enter Berta-
Berta: [Insert over-the-line joke about Alan being a bitch]
Alan: [Humorous banter]
Berta: [Insert over-the-line joke about Charlie womanizing a dim-witted bimbo]
Charlie: Berta, what the fuck? Every episode, all you do is come in here and bitch, if not about how much of a loser Alan is, then to call me a whore, and I'm supposed to sit here and honor your sassy bullshit with playful banter like everytime I see you I don't want to dickslap you in the face. What's your problem? Don't you own a dildo or something?
Berta: [Insert sassy retort]
(There is a knock at the door; it's Alan's ex-wife)
Judith: I'm here to pick up our son.
Alan: It's good to see you.
Judith: I still don't love you.
Alan: It was worth a shot.
Judith: You're worthless.
Alan: Wow, is there a single woman on this show who isn't a condescending bitch?
Berta: [More deprecating insults]
Alan: I guess not. By the way Judith, something needs to be done about Jake. I'm pretty sure he has diabetes, and there is a good chance he is semi-retarded.
Judith: I'm sure it's your fault. By the way, I used your alimony money to buy breast implants.
Alan: Wait, so I basically paid for breast implants for a woman who I can no longer sleep with?
(Alan stares at Judith in disbelief)
Charlie: Now that's irony!!
(The crowd erupts with laughter, until winding down gradually to an awkward silence. The only sounds that can be heard are the shifting of people in their seats, as the actors all look at each other with quizzical looks, trying to piece together what is happening. Finally, after this prolonged delay settles, the silence is broken)
Jake: I HAVE DOWN SYNDROME.
Cue Theme Song.
-Outro-