Better Be Awesome

Whenever I play a game that allows me to choose between the path of good, or the path of evil, I always go good. ALWAYS. I just can't be bad to those little video game peoples. I'm a sucker for pixel people and their pixel problems.

In mean, on Taris alone I forked out thousands of credits to people that needed them. And you know what happened there?

The Sith bombed THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET. IT'S PWNED. THE PLANET GOT FUCKING PWNED. FUCKING GODDAMN FUCKING SHITASS FUCKING TARIS. I HATE IT SO MUCH.

POINTLESS FUCKING SPACE-ROCK WITH ITS POINTLESS MISSIONS AND STUPID BASTILA ARGH SHE'S SUCH A BITCH, WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO RESCUE THAT STUCK-UP FORCE-USING WHORE?! I RESCUED HER, DAMMIT! I! RESCUED! HER!

SHE DOESN'T THINK SO THOUGH. FUCKING BITCH. FUCKING TARIS. ARGH. ARGH!

EVERYTHING I DO, WIPED OUT BY A STUPID SITH LORD SAYS "Hey, let's blow that fucker up, yeah?".

The swoop races that I championed? GONE. The people I saved? GONE. The arena I championed? GONE. EVERYTHING GONE. GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE.

FUCKING TARIS. FUCKING USELESS STARTING PLANET, FUCKING GAINED EIGHT LEVELS BEFORE I EVEN GOT MY FUCKING FORCE POWERS, FORCED TO USE STUPID SWORDS AND BLASTERS.

AND IF I CHOOSE TO SPECIALIZE IN BLASTERS? THEN I'M -FUCKED-.

Once I get lightsabers, nothing else I could possibly use even MATTERS. LAME.

I hate it so much. Fuck Taris.

I think I mentioned Taris in the last post...But seriously, fuck Taris.

I hate it.

But yeah. I always go good. I just have to help the people. But then? As I progress? I slowly turn evil. It starts out with just a couple little things, maybe I want a weapon that I can only get by doing evil things, maybe I want some extra credits, maybe I just feel angry at the game-people.

And then I just start doing more and more evil things.

For example? I'm doing a series of assassin missions, to get their awesome assassin loot. I picked up a poisoned sword, a visor that is pretty great, and a pair of gloves that increase my strength by four. The ones I were using increased my strength by TWO. And I found those gloves like an hour before I got the new ones.

So I'm pretty much watching How I Met Your Mother on SurftheChannel. I love that show. I love Barney. I love when he talks about blogging stuff.

"Oh, this is SO going in my blog!"

That's why I'm blogging right now, I won't lie.

Mind you, his exploits are legendary. Mine are...Well, rather dull.

But yeah. I'm kinda bored. Kinda really bored.

Yeah. I'm gonna end this now. I think I bitched enough about Taris.

ERG. I HATE IT SO MUCH.

Until next time,
And don't you dare get on that subsequent escalator!
~Kataron

Stealth Zombies

So I found an old copy of KotOR in my room the other day. And I remembered. Ethan has an Xbox 360!

So I'm getting my Old Republic on.

And you know what?

FUCK TARIS.

What a stupid goddamn planet. I mean, honestly. Fuck that fucking dirthole. I hate it with a fiery fucking passion.

Okay, I like to play video games. I like it a lot.

I like to feel as though I'm some sort of important figure, making a difference, even in a fictional world.

But sometimes it can just fuck you over.

So, Taris? Why do I hate it so?

WELL. I should have just quickly run through the game, not bothered with any of the side-quests, just stuck to STRAIGHT STORY.

But nooooo, I can't do that.

I had to do all the bounties, I had to be the winner of the arena battles, I had to fight every single enemy I could find. I found the goddamn cure to the Rakghoul disease, I helped lead the people of the undercity to their promised land.

I hope they enjoyed it. It's fucking gone now.

The Sith bombed the entire goddamn planet, killed everyone, made EVERYTHING I DID completely fucking pointless.

I mean...That's almost as bad as the ending to The Mist. You get through the movie, and it's fine, and then it's just URGH, it sucks so bad you just want to castrate your brother.

*glances over at Ethan*

You know what game I miss?

Lunar: Silver Star Story.

That game was fucking GREAT. I wish the video store hadn't sold it without me knowing. *single tear*

Well, I'm gonna shoot some people now, then find out if Amy is going to this thing in Burlington tonight and therefore whether or not I should bother going.

Until next time,
I'm probably not secretly a Zerg Hydralisk. *looks around nervously*
~Kataron

Intrusion

For those of you keeping track, which would be none of you, yesterday's post was my eight hundredth.

I dunno about you lot, but I find that pretty damn impressive. I've been doing this for over FOUR YEARS. Four freaking years of my life, on the internet, for anyone and their retarded nephew to read. I don't know why I added that last bit.

Sometimes I worry about this blog falling into the wrong hands. Like, say I'm applying for a job, and the employer googles my name and finds me yelling about something random and pointless and gets offended.

The smart money would say to delete the blog, but I refuse to. But I also refuse to read the archives, so who knows what the fuck is going on in my mind.

So I guess it's the May 24 weekend, even though it's not the 24th...Victoria Day or whatever is different this year. And people still have the nerve to call it the May 24 weekend! It's fucking not. It's just a long weekend.

And what's looking like it's going to be an intensely boring long weekend. I pretty much have nothing to do, and will spend the long weekend sitting around my house plotting against people that are shorter than me. That's my big plan. How exciting.

Most people, I presume, will spend the weekend intoxicated. Personally I think I'd prefer to remain sober, and not make a fool of myself. I mean, a little indulgence now and then is fine, but why get completely and utterly wasted? To celebrate a holiday you don't give a shit about? Just BECAUSE it's a long weekend? What's the goddamn point? I don't understand it, and it irritates me. People see holidays as excuses to get smashed and make asses of themselves. The only time I've been drunk in the past year was on March Break, and I think I learned my lesson when I threw up all over Chris' tiny bathroom.

Which STILL smells like puke to me when I go in there. Sorry about that, I guess.

But fine, if it's your desire to get drunk and make a fool of yourself, knock yourself out. After all, what else are holidays for?

I've become a master of Super Crazy Guitarman 3. I don't have much else to do, so I sit around and play flash games. I'm bored. Boredom is also making me write this blog post right now.

If anybody is free and bored this weekend, I think my parents are going out of town for a couple of days. To normal folks, that would mean crazy parties and mass consumption of alcohol. To me it means pantsless movie marathon. I like mine better.

I'm going to try to get from bronze to gold on a song in the game now.

Until next time,
You're out of your tiny minds!
~Kataron

Pull The String

Well.

Iron Man sucked.



KIDDING!

It was awesome to the max. I loved it. I saw it with Seth and a friend of his whose name eludes me. I pretty much had three caffeine pills before and during that movie, which I think made up for the lack of fountain drink. And I still had to piss like crazy when I got out of the movie. What's up with that?

But you're not here to read about my bodily functions.

or...are you? Weirdo.

Yeah, if you haven't seen the movie yet, see it. If you have, see it again. Take me with you.

And if you didn't sit through the credits, then SHAME ON YOU. You missed out on one of the sexiest parts of the movie. And this is a movie with an airplane with a frickin' STRIPPER POLE in it. Okay, so maybe the end bit wasn't sexy, per se, but anything with that actor is automatically awesome. So if you missed that, go see the movie again and keep your ass in the chair until you understand what I'm talking about.

Yeah.

Anyways, I don't know what else to talk about. My laptop's still fucked, I'm looking into getting a new one, but it's not fun.

Anyways, my brain hurts, so I'm off to bed.

This post was mostly to tell you that Iron Man rocked my proverbial world. And also there's a ton of new movies coming out that look good. Narnia and the new Indiana Jones movie, for sure. I want to see them pretty badly. But realistically? I won't. Yeaaaaaaaah.

Sleep time is now.

Until next time,
Did nobody watch Ultimate Avengers? There was totally a black Nick Fury.
~Kataron

Well, fuck.

Well, friends, I knew this time would come.

This laptop is now officially fucked.

Which means no more World of Warcraft, no more downloads, no more games of any sort, no more real MSN, just the shitty-ass Messenger that my mom's work laptop has.

This laptop is going to be dead as soon as the battery hits zero. Part of the connection where it's plugged in actually fell out...I can't get it back in, so the laptop is dead.

Which means I need a new one.

Otherwise I'm fucked when I go back to Kitchener, as the other computer doesn't even like to run properly.

But as luck would have it, laptops aren't that expensive these days...Rick got his for about a thousand bucks. Which means I'll need to save up around a thousand bucks. Kind of painful right now, yeah, but I need it pretty badly, otherwise no more WoW for me, no more downloads, no more MSN outside of my tiny bedroom. If I can get the other computer to actually turn on, that is.

I don't know how many of you guys still actually read this, and I don't want to sound like...desperate or anything, but if any of you have some extra cash and would be willing to help me acquire the laptop sooner, I would be much appreciated.

If I can collect on some debts owed to me by my parents, and after paying Jared back for my half of the rent, at the end of this week I should have about three hundred and fifty bucks. If all goes well next week I should come into possession of around another four hundred. Which puts me at around seven hundred and fifty, which is pretty damn good.

But it's not good enough. And I don't know what's happening the week after that.

So if anybody could lend me any money at all, it would get paid back when I could, and I would really appreciate it. But the battery is dying quick, so I've gotta go.

Until next time,
Katablog, now begging for cash!
~Kataron