idiots should not use wild animals terms to describe one's that they perceive to have dominance. For the intellectual or those that're wise to avoid up close and personal confrontation a firearm will suffice. So taking that into consideration it'd not be wise to use terminology of alpha and beta. Would not be terribly prudent at all. People these days are reverting back to primitive type intellect. Or really I should those compatriots of mine here in the US of A despite the fact that I have more in common with the global community. I know not what I rant about but I do have a bit of annoyance at present.
I've been betrayed by my peers. Two of them because I spoke my mind and told them how I felt about not getting paid on time. Because I don't like being treated like shit by upper management. I believe in equal treatment ie you treat me nice, I treat you nice. You treat me like a delinquent I treat you like a delinquent and I'll have your ass. You just don't know it yet. I will not be replaced. I will not be fired. I will not be disrespected by people who're supposed to be professionals. If they will not be professional then they have no place working with me in the same store with me. Fuck them.
Hal scanned the horizon for movement. Nothing appeared in his heads up display. No heat heat signatures, movement or far off noise besides the wind blowing over the dunes. He switched his Combat HUD off, disengaged the pressure seal on his helmet and flipped his visor up to catch a glance of his environment with the naked eye. He always did this just to double check his surrounding. His enemies were numerous and capable of camouflaging themselves to electronics. In some cases jamming the sensors of his multi-million dollar combat suit.
Without moving his head, his scanned from left to right. His ears twitched straining themselves to filter out the howling wind. His hands clenched on his 2mm Gauss-rifle. For a moment he thought himself safe but silence means two things either an ambush or death has struck here. Both of which is bad considering his allies and himself were scattered across the lower half of the Libyan desert bordering Egypt.
It was shit storm ever since Crimson had gotten the leg up on their desert wars competitors Ares. Now he was smack dab in the middle of an African shit hole with hundreds of kilometers between him and his objective. He had the top of the line in regards to equipment. He was well stocked on ammo but that wasn't his concern. His only concern was profit. He had invested plenty of time into his training and his company. Now he was protecting his investment, Now he was running interference of his own to make sure viewers and fellow stock holders alike would be able to see their favorite Mega Corp come out ahead of the rest.
He re-pressurized his armor, Seal his helmet back and activated his Geiger counter. There were still rads in various parts of the desert where the wind had carried the fallout after the post Israel nuclear detonations and approximate retaliatory strikes. Amazing how the world had changed from governments to corporate. Everything micro-managed, cultured and manufactured.
Thoughts pinged through the back of his mind as he charged across the desert. The heat was starting to pick up as was the reader in his armor at 6 rads a second. Thankfully his armor had polymers interspersed through out his suit that prevent the radiation from sticking to him. And on the off chance some did get to him, it's nothing that modern medicine couldn't remove. Though he was trying to keep costs down. The fewer holes drilled inside of him, the more money he'd save for joy girls and trips the dives of the up and up. He was a AA man with aspirations of AAA status. "Funny," he thought because his competitors were AA with AAA aspirations.
He would just have to work harder to keep them down. He would have to make damn sure to kill some Lieutenants and higher ups when he finally made contact with the enemy. Just one lowly grunt would only net profit of Five shares, so just imagine what a commander would net him and investors alike.
He paused, taking a knee near a long rusting tracked prowler. He saw heat signatures on his HUD. They were hot in comparison to the sand of the desert around them. "Fifteen," he counted as his HUD gave him a read out of potential hostiles. He raised his rifle, smart-link kicking into range finder then tracking mode. Though none of the 'fifteen' had friendly IR markings, he didn't want an incident of friendly fire.
Hal held his breath, squeezing the grip of his rifle, easing his finger onto the trigger. The ammo counter came up to remind him he had over two hundred shots in his magazine and fifty before he needed to recharge the fuel cell.
They were Aztlan. The South American equivalent to a monopoly on the global food and bio-tech industry. They were the enemy too though not prioritized at the top of his list. They were still worth a few shares if he managed to frag them before they fragged him. He held his breath taking aim, on who appeared to be their commanding officer. He followed his steps, got a feel for his prey and pulled the trigger. The Gauss rifle bucked in his hand as the round let loose with a sonic boom. By the time they realized they were being shot at it would be too late.
The round his home as the unsuspecting Azzie was tore in two from the sternum to the shoulder body rolling end on end before settling in a mangle of shattered bone and liquefied muscle and organ. The light armor was no match for a State of the Art firearm.
He already had his next target sighted and down before they managed to get a fix on his position but by then it was too late. Hal had already moved positions by the time they had found where he was three of them were down. And a fourth was losing his head to a nearby passing 2mm rivet. They were new to desert warfare. Hal wasn't. He had been in and around desert wars since they discovered it was profitable to televise corps blowing the shit over televised and advertised Trideo television.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. And the fight was over. All of the scouting party were dead. The last one had tried to cast a physical barrier to protect him from the sniper fire but to no avail the high powered rifle tore through it like a razor cutting air.
Each body had been gibbed by the sheer kinetic force of the Gauss rifles 2mm shots. Each three shares. Today was a good day Hal thought. He gripped his rifle in one hand and began his march. Still no word, or signal that he had come across fellow squad mates. He wasn't worried. Though he should have been, he was a professional he could call in a rescue team if he wanted to but at the moment he was increasing his economic viability. He was a company man doing dirty work of his own.
"Life is good," he thought as he pushed onward.
Stepping up to slay. Stepping down to make dead. Call the shots but take one in the head. Keep low. Aim High. Recoiling victory is only as accurate as sights of iron and zeroed scopes. Dead set. Bulls-eyed. Bronze drilling, spiraling through unabated. Bodies flying, corpses piling. Stink of shit. Sight of decay. Flies buzzing. Sanity coming to a brink. Shell shock. Shock and Awe. Post stress. Traumatic Shock. Medication, euthanization, incarceration, execution. Cowardice, Survivors guilt all just the same. The dead come and gone but when flash back come a roaring it's time for travel. The return is ever so welcome but the dementia that follows never brings you back home. War hero, war criminal veterans just the same. The difference is the one who's flag flies proudly at the end of the day. Blood watered soil, decay born crops. A national dream but never the way. Corporatized, baptized officially the organization way of today. A life for a profit, a family soon evicted and another youth for the grinder. "Keep'em blind while we rob'em and kick them ass forward packing."
What ever happened to the days when people never gave up? Seriously? It's annoying to know that most of the people I call friends are defeatist. People that much rather throw each other to the wolves rather spend time with each other. Either that or give up when they know they've been bested but not beaten.
I mean honestly this applies to many things but the case in particularly is something trivial like a video game. ANd the main reason is because I beat this 'friends' kill death ratio and gross number of kills. Seriously, don't be a bitch especially in a game that is competitive. At some point you will be surpassed it's the truth of many games. Individual skill is only as good as you're willing to make it. And if you're bad a game then work hard put some elbow grease into it.
It's pathetic that I get annoyed at defeatist but honestly they ought to be bitch slapped. Since they wanna be bitches about the potential of losing then they hold no place in my presence. They forget that winning isn't everything and that failure can allow one to see success further down the road provided they keep their fuckin' eyes open.
common excuses from friends that play online games that I hear are, "I'm sick of shooters, that game sucks(Oh really but you've been bragging about how amazing it is), my live account expired(really well it's still gold when I select you on my friends list meaning that it's not expired, so quit lying you sack of shit.), I wanna play campaign on -insert difficulty here-(well it's coop and I can hang with the best of them on any difficulty), I wanna play -insert game title here-(well I can go to work and borrow a copy)" Come on, honestly when I want to grace you with my gaming presence then remember it's an honor. Not to say I am the best gamer but I am more than competent. It'd be like telling Elvis and Frank Sinatra to go fuck themselves when they showed up on your front door wanting to hang with you.
That being said, these people either know who they are or will know soon enough. So don't be a douche bag. Accept my party invite, join up and prepare to have fun!(And no it doesn't matter how good or bad you are, I just prefer the company of people that I think are cool.) Either that or get the fuck off of my friends list because you have no business wasting precious xbl friends list space.
I love it when people say, "I'm Crazy." They have no fuckin' idea of who's in their company. Either that or they're trying too hard. Crazy is unthinking. If you have to put deliberation behind something that you 'are' then you 'are not' and therefore a "poser" an imitator. A cheap Chinese knockoff. Learn this then learn to act without hesitation in one's actions. Learn to do and if you cannot learn then just speak about personal character to those in esteemed company. For it is unwise and makes you like an idiot. It is good to make first impressions but make sure they are good impressions.
hey man get yo ass unchained from all them drama folks and emo tards. Jump off the band wagon cause the band fuckin' sucks. Put the step to it and always keep them arms a swinging. Move along, never worry the who or where when you're not the one dragging the totem poll. Keep it clean, but without the mitts. Don't sugar coat the shit, let'em learn. You're not their slave nor are you their leader. You're a lone wolf in a pack of sheep. You know your place. Now keep it real.
Happy New Years.
After hearing all the gun fire and explosions last night, I thought I was just a shut in from the newborn zombie apocalypse. Insane dreams I had, about fast zombies that died to head shots but hid indoors during the day.
I remember it reminding me greatly of left 4 dead. It reminded me of the title screen where you hear gunfire all over the city but don't see the other survivors getting overrun by the hordes of the unliving. It was rather terrifying to have to hid in a place where there's power but your light can't be seen and you can't make any noise.
I remember in my dream that worked for a week and we rallied up with other survivors but that was our undoing. There's only so many people you can hide in an apartment with before it's more than difficult to keep quiet. Especially when you have children and people who're sick with regular diseases like a common cold.
Just one slip up, just one loud cough and you're swarmed. Hundreds from across the city swarming your location. And sure even if you've been working on an escape route for that particular eventuality not everyone can take it. Especially if you're trying to keep the horde trapped, so it can't follow immediately. In doing so you kill anyone too slow or otherwise incapable of escaping.
And that sort of decision can weigh on you heavily especially when you're an endangered species by way of zombie germ. That being said, somebody decided to crack a window. The smell of the food we were cooking hit the street and within ten minutes time they were on us. Clawing at the front door, the windows and the back door. And a few moments later they were inside.
The one thing I curse myself for is not scavenging enough ammo. But in REM sleep i.e. dreams, you don't always realize you're dreaming. You don't always have rational foresight to go to the local gun shop to get guns and shit. And as people're getting massacred, I'm cursing myself. As I'm fleeing along with some of the other people that had the fortune of being quick enough, I'm cursing myself. And as I'm just a moment too slow to get to the second safe house, I'm hating myself. Because now, I'm on the streets trying to defend myself from the very thing I was trying to escape from, the very thing that to me is more scarier than Godzilla and Ebola. Zombies.
Thankfully I remember blurs and woke up. Thankfully it was just a dream.
Capitalists are inherently cowards. They'll not fight tooth and nail for each other to survive. They say things like, "dog eat dog" and "fend for yourself" but it's just a macho way of saying, "I'm too cowardly to defend you from losing your lively hood. I'm going to just watch as you're destroyed and pick over your carcass when scavengers move in on you." That's what it means to be capitalist in this society. They say freemarket but it should be a monopoly. The little dog is just picking over what the beasts can't eat. And right now globally the beasts are going into hibernation. They pillage and fought enough to sit comfortably until the rest of us have started killing each other. Then they'll step out once more and give us the means to kill each other with brand names stamped on their guns.
Sorry, folks, pardon my negativity but I'm venting.
They are everything I hate.
They are the very thing I despise.
Looking so tough and tough as nails - they're so brittle, they're so false.
Talking a good fight and a battle won - they'd be slaughtered in a stand up.
Wanting to be in the underground, the underworld of the alternative,
Bring a knife, it's time to drain the underbelly.
They claim to be strong but in their demise it'll show only frailness.
Admit to nothing and gain recognition. Brag about everything then lose face.
Their kind is a bunch of metrosexually-
They travel in flocks, where's a wolf their kind needs to be thinned.
I'm no wolf, I don't know where I stand. But I think I've tripped the mind.
Somewhere deep down inside I think I've become the thing I hate.
Passions aside I despise the allies I'm forced to stand beside.
It was bound to happen eventually don't be mad or afraid that a black man won. He's just a color. So what. I'm a color. I happen to be a shade of white. Flesh tone is still flesh tone. That is final. People especially a good chunk of ignorant racist people will never see that and won't acknowledge the fact that times have changed. Racism is a novelty thing and it seems to be exclusive to the trailer trash demographic. But if that's the case then I suppose I am a homosexual because I supported the democratic party this time. Usually I am fairly conservative though lately others in my boat are resulting to witch hunts and other superstitious bullshit so I am jumping ship.
I got called a nigger for voting for Obama. If I am a nigger so what? Nigger is a pejorative that degrades dark skinned people. Derogatory language is just that derogatory. Meaning to speak down to another living being or inanimate object in a deriding or degrading fashion. So if I am in favor of change or at least the idea that it can happen and get us out of the shit I'll stay a nigger. Then again this color thing'll be going out the window we got the sunrise to look forward to on the sunrise of tomorrow.
I've had to deal with some many damn idiots lately that're just plain afraid of Obama because of the color of the skin and the fact that his donors choose to remain anonymous. They don't know, they believe what they hear from morons on talk radio and conservative political shows. I'm glad he made it into office. Obama and Cobra Joemmander I mean er Biden will get the ball rolling. And whoever takes their places will have to wait another term to stop it get things done.
I feel like I can't breath right now. Damn sinus pains.
My mom's boss is a stupid stupid bitch to come to our house and tell her she cannot work for her anymore because she is selling antiques. I outta make her reconsider her choice. I want to so very badly for coming into our house and doing that to us especially with the economy the way it is right now. Christ I am furious.
I have a very bad feelings of things to come and it won't matter how much I love. This perhaps is a losing battle but if I must fall then I want fall brilliantly.
I realized that my family loves to waste my time. They say they want me to come visit yet when I am free they push me away and keep me in the dark.
I realized my fever is part of an old injury that I've agitated. My insides hurt and I don't need to bleed right now....
Instinct is a primordial precognitive response to past stimuli. Instinct allows for millisecond reactions to otherwise dangerous situations allowing for survival and perseverance as an person, animal and species.
In order to learn you must first learn to get over yourself and ignore your ego. Humility is the step to self-improveme
I am hanging on to the fiery light of hope and yet it feels like it's trying to shake me loose.
even in the throes of bitter oppression
they still have free will to choose through fear what type of man they'll be
although free men may die
their choice was theirs and theirs alone to make
you think they wanted to be underneath someones boot
hell no!
their only destiny is the outcome of a situation
whether it be success or failure
those bold enough to stand tall even when confined or with the wind at their back are those who will shape our world
whether it be in the history books or remembered through the bloody sands time
they are those who lived, cried, endured and died
and for that we should be grateful of their blood that watered our freedoms whether it be for our country or theirs
now granted that some of us may be fettered, we're still free in the actions we take
and although we maybe beat down, you can never subjugate a liberator