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Fallout 3's "Point Lookout": The Place To Be (If You're a Douchebag or a Pederast)
CAUTION: This article contains both SPOILERS for the content of the DLC "Point Lookout," as well as coarse language. So don't blame me for your viewing it. I warned your stupid ass.
As your standard mythic hero and/or possible saint, I could never turn down a plea for help. So naturally when I stumble upon a woman pleading for me to find and ( Read more... ) -
Who Am I (or, more importantly, who the hell do I think I am)?
I am an English undergraduate, an amateur writer, a video game geek, a zombie enthusiast, a chick, and a self-professed god(dess) - 'god' sounds cooler.
If you're here looking for the answers to all life's questions, you're out of luck. I guess I'm one of those Greek gods who is more interested in getting laid than passing out wisdom to the masses.
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A Fresh Start (and other minutia)
Alright, from here on in, I resolve to write at least one entry per week on a topic related to writing and/or literature. And it'll be wicked cool. Yeah, that.
I'm thinking it's going to go like this:
- Primarily: Book Reviews + Grammar thingies + Topics in Writing + Nerdy rants
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Mandy's Weird Question
I found this sweet game called Thule Trail; basically an updated version of the Oregon Trail game - pretty fun. It asks for your name and passengers - I filled my car with friends. So as you go along things happen - and one eerily accurate one -
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Trapped on an island; do we eat Fred? (2)
Part two. Yeah. Stuff.
Palm trees and water and blue sky and sand - his mind says in a sing-song voice.
Rocks and trees and long vines and mud. Is he okay? And bare feet and fire and tropical rainstorms. I think he’s dying. And the buzzing of mosquitoes and crashing of ocean waves. Or losing it big time.
Geoff’s head lolls back and forth - and ( Read more... ) -
Trapped on an island; do we eat Fred?
The rims of your eyes are red, Geoff. What’re you thinking?
“What did you say?”
“I asked what you were thinking.” Christine is hovering over him and her brow is furled in worry. He was hearing things again. Thoughts became tangible and mixed in with real sound - sounds might have just been in his head. She says, “You’re chewing your lip raw ( Read more... )