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InsaneKhent
[12] Conqueror
It's true. Soul Calibur IV makes me rage. I've broken 4 PS3 contollers, 2 XBOX controllers, torn up 2 undershirts, punched a big hole in my wall, stormed out of at least 2 sessions, and woken up my parents in the middle of the night more times than I care to count. My rage seems to know no limits.
The Soul Arena I'm in charge makes me rage too. People there are so whiny and negative when I offer suggestions on how to try and win. The other day I posted a wall combo the that leaves the opponent in BT for a mixup that offers well over 130 points of damage and no one says a fucking thing. No one cares. Fuck that shit, I'm raging over it.
Dogs induce rage in me. This past Tuesday I delivered some papers to my grandmother who was at my redneck scumbag cousin's house watching their stupid kids. They had a large, aggressive dog inside the house that doesn't like strangers. As I was outside chatting with my grandmother, dumbass 7 year old kid lets the fucking dog out and it heads right for me growling and shit. My grandmother whacked it and made it go back inside, but not before I almost had a heart attack and nearly lost control of my bowels. Fucking dogs. See why I rage over them?
I rage during work hours at my job. It's mostly night hours, so I'm free to scream and yell and bang stuff all I want because no one hears me. Tugboat captains complain. Docking pilots complain. River pilots compain. Everyone complains. I tell them to do their job and shut the fuck up, but I still rage. And now that I bring a PS3 into work to practice Soul Calibur, I rage twice over. Indeed, I will rage until I'm 70.
Thanks for reading!
The Soul Arena I'm in charge makes me rage too. People there are so whiny and negative when I offer suggestions on how to try and win. The other day I posted a wall combo the that leaves the opponent in BT for a mixup that offers well over 130 points of damage and no one says a fucking thing. No one cares. Fuck that shit, I'm raging over it.
Dogs induce rage in me. This past Tuesday I delivered some papers to my grandmother who was at my redneck scumbag cousin's house watching their stupid kids. They had a large, aggressive dog inside the house that doesn't like strangers. As I was outside chatting with my grandmother, dumbass 7 year old kid lets the fucking dog out and it heads right for me growling and shit. My grandmother whacked it and made it go back inside, but not before I almost had a heart attack and nearly lost control of my bowels. Fucking dogs. See why I rage over them?
I rage during work hours at my job. It's mostly night hours, so I'm free to scream and yell and bang stuff all I want because no one hears me. Tugboat captains complain. Docking pilots complain. River pilots compain. Everyone complains. I tell them to do their job and shut the fuck up, but I still rage. And now that I bring a PS3 into work to practice Soul Calibur, I rage twice over. Indeed, I will rage until I'm 70.
Thanks for reading!