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So I am writing a book. It's quite hard. I am hoping that posting some excerpts here and writing a bit about the experience and my influences will help me to work harder and complete a first draft by the end of the year. What I am posting here is the opening of the book, which is quite surreal. The whole book is influenced by the likes of Will Self, Haruki Murakami and Iris Murdoch primarily so it is quite out there. My book is split into seven chapters covering seven consecutive days inside the head of a person at their lowest ebb with nothing left to hold on to. It is quite dark and graphic and slightly pretentious and totally not for everyone, but if you bother to read it, thank you, and I'd love to hear any thoughts you have about it.
A COMPLETE HISTORY OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY
“The end of this current era will, I believe, be met with at worst indifference and at best with some quite good television retrospectives.”
Will Self, The Quantity Theory of Insanity
Crimson storms rage breakneck speed on the back of a grain of sand. The maelstrom wails and shrouds the planet with its invidious tumult. I am a nomad soul, a shade in the darkness, on a journey of a journey beginning at the end of the beginning of the end. How long have I been walking? For years the storm has sandblasted me, leaving me exposed like a tumour. My eyes have desiccated to shrivelled white sacs sitting purposefully in the two puckered and calloused arseholes of my eye sockets. Some tormenting demon spears white-hot pokers into my nostrils searing away my sense of smell. My tastebuds die, individually, slow and tortuous deaths and I can feel every single one. My tongue feels tiny in my mouth. A miscarriage in a cathedral. A thrumming vibrato buzz from the friction of the storm pitches up higher and higher until it is supersonic and screaming at me for me in me. The horizon bucks and undulates across the breadth of my vision. Brobdingnagian mountain ranges flit about as carelessly as a picnic blanket stolen by the breeze. The rolling fields like wide waves through narrow bays rise and pitch after me. I watch petrified. The world envelops me completely. I am lost in the fold. One billion years later, after the great stretch, I am fully self-aware. I recognise the separation of meaning from form and am unpeeled. More and more I uncoil and unravel into the long-chain molecule that I always was. I stretch and flex and test the reach of my new self. I stream through the universe as a sentient river of thought and ring myself around the planets for fun. To rest, now. I stretch and flex and dangle limp and impotent along the curvature of the earth. There is a tugging at my tail. A panicked wave of nausea claws along my horizon hugging form with the wet and measured progress of a slug. A moist and urgent sucking. I am being reeled in and engulfed by a nameless Lovecraftian beast in the darkness. It is slurping me up like spaghetti. I coil around to face this whatever it is, attempt to pull myself free, then I see what is hanging there.
Blackly red and engorged and throbbing and horrifically big. Dwarfing the planets, making them cower in the sky for all the awe its sheer-fucking-humongousness inspires, hangs the divine cunt of Mother Nature and I have become the Universal Umbilical Cord. I struggle and strain to pull myself free from its stickily viscous grasp, to run away and shrink off into the inky black of the void, but the slavering suction of this gaping and grasping gash cannot be denied. I am as helpless as a fishing line being reeled in, being coiled up bit by bit inside this death-gourd of a womb, pressed tight against pulpy flesh. Solar systems rush backwards past me as I am cuntally ingested at the speed of light. The more I am ingested the more time confuses itself. As I’m drawn further and further into the shrieking singularity hidden behind the fleshy pink folds time stops. Ceases to exist completely. It also starts to accelerate with manic inevitability towards the heat death of the universe. I am somewhere inbetween. I think. Almost there now. Closer. As the last of me is unbirthed I momentarily flail and flop about in pointless defiance. Almost. There. Now. I am gone. Lost inside the great cunt at the centre of all existence. Behind me (behind?) there is a slick hiss as the soft-pink lips seal shut this moist mausoleum. Kegel muscles with millennia of experience start to contract and expand, squeezing me from every direction. I’m being fucked. Totally. The pulsing flesh grabs onto a steady pulse as it finds its rhythm. Then the steady staccato beat falls off the cliff, becomes deep and tribal. It is willing me on. Give in. I do. I start moving with, rather than against it and I feel it immediately, a tiny ecstatic fizz, like a dab of sherbet powder on the tongue of a child, spreads throughout my form. It doubles, and doubles again. And again. And again. And… it does this until I am a frothing rabid dog gnashing my teeth at the world. Almost there. Almost. One last contraction and I am gone. I come all over God’s face. Though I have transcended human form I can still feel the post-coital throb of my vestigial bell-end. For one split second I forget where I am and I allow myself to relax, to breathe. I take in my surroundings and it all comes back to me with a clawing fervour and I start to sputter and choke. I am still trapped inside some ungodly monster-cunt. Not only that but I am now drowning. In my own spunk. I thrash at the sickly pink walls of my tomb trying in vain to escape. I bite and tear at the flesh, a cannibalistic foetus impatient with its own gestation. Then; a wet gurgling plop. A plug being unstopped. I am pulled under by a new current, spinning down into the pearly ocean I was sure was to be my final resting place. Instead, I am flushed through into the pitch of the womb. I feel no safety here, no warm, coddling feeling. This is a dread place where monsters hide on the edge of shadows, their fecund breath choking me. I know they have circled me and the circumference is shrinking. Twiggy fingers and tattered nails reach out to me, start to rip and tear me apart. A complete fissioning of my composite parts, right down to the molecular level. I tumble and spill over myself, sand through an hourglass, out of the pullulating arsehole of the beast. Falling back out into the void. I seethe at my treatment, my anger bubbling until burgeoning until I am the crimson fucking storm, whirling dervishly in the vacuum. What am I so angry about again? I see. I’m not the crimson fucking storm, I am a lost little boy, crying and alone in the night. Then she calls to me across the nothing. Out there still. On a thread of her scent so softly I tread for fear it should become unmade. The irrefutable reality of her touch causes a fusioning and I am whole again. Softly, slowly, I am now inside her with complete totality. She makes a little noise. A whimper. An affirmation. We look each other in the eye and say I love you. I come inside her and am planted there forever, Neolithic cave paintings on her cervix. We hold each other and become each other; the same person.
I wake to the puke green led lights of the clock reading 03:17. Fuck sleep. The stench of spilt beer and stale smoke reaches down my gullet and plays my gag reflex like an upright bass. Fuck sleep. It always takes me there. It’s my own fault for falling asleep. My eyes sting and are moistly seeping. That guy in Fight Club said that insomnia numbs you. That Neo-Nazi (Norton?) Fuck him. Fuck that. Insomnia leaves you screaming like a piano wire; a giant raw nerve walking around and talking to people and buying things and going to work and saying to the world “I’M FINE, NO REALLY, I AM” all the while you desperately try to just keep it together. Bladder beats a rhythm I can’t ignore any more. I swim through the sightless silence until a harsh fluorescent buzz cuts it down and reflects aggressively on the off-white tiles. It’s all a bit too much for me, right now. I wish there was a window in here. Without one, this room feels like a morgue. Too much. I pull once more the pendulating cord and release the guillotine blade, killing the light instantly. The hollow, faraway plashing of piss on porcelain echoes to me from somewhere about my shins and in the empty black I can feel the soundwaves spreading out from the epicentre of frothing urine like the ripples in the bowl-water as the last few drops are loosed from my Japs-eye. That feeling, of stepping on a step that isn’t there or falling in a dream only to wake and you’re still falling, but you’re not, but your stupid brain can’t tell the difference and you fall right through the world. And then you are awake, fully, not falling through the world. You’re in bed and relief floods you. That’s what I feel like all the time, apart from the last bit about being awake and the relief. I never get to that part. Whether I’m asleep or awake or anywhere inbetween or out and about walking and talking and being a normal person I always feel like I’m stepping on a step that isn’t there; falling through the world.
Phantom plumes of breath chug with locomotive regularity in the diamond studded frost of the winter morning. One two three one two three left two three right two three I beat out my steps like a drill instructor. The lampposts are still on at the time of the morning at this time of year glowering through shrouds of clinging mist. When he was seventeen my uncle killed himself. Chained himself to a wheelbarrow and rode it to the bottom of the river. Winter then, too. The river swollen and engorged; gun-metal blue water sloshing over the banks. When they found his body his lungs were full of water and vomit and he had broken his own jaw, was missing some teeth. A last-minute change of heart, clamping his jaw as tight as he could, one last apologetic grab at life. I would never drown myself. How, though? Back home huffing and puffing, a big, bad, bronchially challenged wolf even piggies in straw houses sleep soundly when I prowl all swaddled and coddled in my dampened and cloying skin. Standing in my stink I am sick of myself and smelling like this like – acrid ammonia, piss stained sheets left for weeks with no spin cycle between nightly showers. The stench of apathy -. Strip off. Yes. Step in. Shnik. Kshhhhhhhh. The sound of the water wraps me with its memories. Steam rises around me and I try to scold the smell off of my lobster pink flesh. Like a drunk pissing in an alleyway I lean forward, one hand on the wall in front of me, cold tiles soothing my palm, and bow my head under the torrent, watching myself disappear down the plughole.
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Hey to whomever may be bored enough to read some personal and maybe even a bit philosophical view I have on life.
Bear with it, it may seem random but I think it will make sense in the end
As you guys may be aware (or not) we had a new baby like 9 months ago and it has been a different experience. By that I mean it's our second one, a completely different experience from the first one, and a very fulfilling one up there in place with the first one...
You guys know that with all the crap we see roaming around regarding the "system" being unfair against the middle classes, all the conspiracy crap we read and process well, it messes up a few heads and they are interesting reads IMO in the sense that if you don't let ridiculous and/or ludicrous crap polute your mind it makes you smarter in the sense that it makes you exercise critical thinking...
Now, I'm putting out here a small piece of my mind, do with it what you will, I enjoy reading and I hope you enjoy this small opinion I have on life. I believe in God, that doesn't make me perfect and I don't preach around about it, I enjoy life, if religious people say something I do it's a "sin" in their eyes I say to myself fuck that, and fuck you
I don't need to believe whatever they believe, God is here and I will try and explain my beliefs/views on it.
The reason that has made me post this blog entry is the following, we as a family try to as I explained a couple of lines up to learn, debate and have a critical intake on life. That in itself makes us enjoy life better, meaning we have in our minds the system is polluted, unbalanced and unfair for most people but still, it's there to serve us and in truth we have to trust it. By this I am referring to a specific thing, my youngest son and our learning journey with him. I am kind of suspicious of mandatory kids medicine superficially, but a couple of crusts down I have to believe they have my family's best interests in their agenda... They have to, because I have them on my agenda as well. Meaning that the doctor prescribes us vitamins to give both kids, and we have to follow his will, even after debating for instance that we cannot trust the system. But I feel that superficially, I don't believe it to be entirely true.
Well, my youngest kid was in my mind a small pain in the ass. In a good way calm down, I love him but all he fuckin wanted was his moms tit. Literally, nothing else mattered to him. It still is like that but I can see it changing, slowly now because this "incident" happened yesterday but believe me when I say that from now on he's gonna leap in development. By this I don't mean to say that he has not been developing but he's developing more in a sense that makes sense in my own head if that makes any kind of sense to you. (Sorry about that)
He has been like that for the following reason, we, as parents are responsible in the sense that we respect the doctors instructions, not religiously, we may miss to give them the fuckin vitamins one day. We're not perfect, get over it lol... We respect as well his feeding advices. Meaning that he has advised us to give him moms milk for as long as she can (that's great!!) and from the 5th or 6th month onward to start giving him mashed cooked vegetables. You know, cooked baby food, if you're a parent you know what the fuck I'm talking about. Like one vegetable at a time, in order for the system to weed out food allergies and shit. One point for the system, respecting the doctors advice on this actually makes a lot of sense, and having a critical thought was the only way I came to this conclusion...
I am only writing this because I tell you man, I have friends coworkers and I know a lot of people, we see people and I evaluate them as I do to myself and no one fuckin does what they are supposed to regarding parenting... That's dangerous and I think it is starting to be seen in today's youth. I am not worried but it's not the same as it was in my days. And that's fine, I don't care. That's the way it's supposed to be, things change.
Returning to the baby, the doctor's/system advice is good for the baby's health, it's good from a bureocratic pov, in the sense that food allergies can be easily spotted, but, my dear friends, it doesn't make it easier for us parents. Shit, the dude only wants tit because that's all he knows. He sees us speaking, laughing, playing and eating. Apparently having fun and yeah, food is good kid. You were right
It's a journey. We, thank God, are a healthy family, not allergic to anything, except my wife's allergie to shellfish maybe(?), not that much of an issue here either lol.
Now the baby is 9 months, and as proof by trial and error, not allergic to anything we usually eat around here. Thank you, and now I've started feeding him like baby portions of what we eat. It changes everything guys. Food did it. A somewhat annoying tit sucking "uaaaaaaa I want my tit" kid has become a growing and adorable give me something to eat and I'll shut up/go to sleep/smile kind of kid. Great experience, for me especially because in my view he has received an upgrade. A natural life hack. Thank you God
Now, how does God fit here? (remember, "My" God, a kind of view on it, religion, not religion or whatever)
I am on a parental leave now as my wife was up until almost his 9th month. It's great guys, and his learning experience is very fulfilling, a great reason to be a parent in itself.
Yesterday, a great day between us, daddy and baby, he ate breakfast, fell asleep on my lap like usual but didn't start complaining when I laid him down on the couch. First good change, felt great. I started doing my house chores like cooking, when he woke up it was great, he woke up with a smile and it's beautiful, awesome improvement over waking up like "HEY, IM HERE guys"
I gave him some toys, spoke to him , gave him water, food or whatever. You know, interacted a bit with him up until the point my wife finally left work. Throughout the day he has not mentioned mommy, he's 9 months, of course he doesn't speak but, the not speaking we can hear are like grunting(wrong choice of word maybe?) something like "mamamama"for mommy and "papapapa" for daddy. He doesn't speak but we can tell you that those sounds are associated with each of us, not exclusively but very close lol
Again, I can see some people being skeptic on this issue, younger me would be at least inquisitive of the subject, but as a parent you can accurately spot these behaviors.
So, all day saying papapapa, eating, craping and babying around, mommy leaves work at 15:30, tits on fire, huge and waiting to be relieved by his soft mouth (sorry regular folks, you're welcome weirdos). At around between that time I assume my wife thought about the older son she had to pick up from daycare and the youngest and her relief physically amongst other things. The little fucker looked at the front door and started mamamama'ing me. I knew already she was on her way. I have a comprehension of life that allows me to know it. He does not. He can't read or interpret numbers yet, well not like I do from my perception. This is quantum physics ladies and gentlemans. I think so :/ . You know, physical quantum information(i.e.-tits) somehow communicating with my sons own brain or whatever own cells somehow. She thought about it, he's connected to her, he watches the door mamamama, I say yeah dude, wait a couple more minutes she's almost here. Great experience and only possible in my own head, with my intake on life I guess.
Cheers if you read through this, it's a small sample of a day in Grjkie's life, I am not catholic or from the evangelic of Jesus (I think that's the term in English) but didn't the dude Jesus preached about connection? Isn't this quantum connection an interpretation of what he preached about? Please if you're a Jesus "trekie" please give me your opinion on this, turn cheeks and all that, do to others, all things he (or He) preached about that are regular, acceptable and respectful human behavior that IMO will allow us to advance to our next level of thinking (i.e.-upgrade) on the next wave of technology advancement thanks to our understanding of quantum physics and quantum technology and its uses. My God I made it... :-D
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i'm seriously intending to join in with more playlists and stuff, i just struggle because i'm very socially awkward, and i got distracted by other games for too long so i feel like an outsider in the crew, but im going to try and join in more
Part one of the journey is now complete. As we landed on a very short runway a monumental thunderstorm broke out.
We picked up the car and found a bar looking out across what looked like mountains but were actually just hills where I tried and failed to take pictures of the lightning. This is definitely a country you need to bring an SLR to. My iPhone camera just isn't up to the job. After a couple of drinks and a bite to eat we stopped to buy watermelon from the roadside before heading back to where we were staying for the night.
Day two started with a trip to the shop to the shop for some road beers and then we headed to a salt mine. I didn't really know what to expect, I thought it would just be a cave carved from the rock and after a short ramp down we came across an old wooden walkway over a cavern. I knew it was high but didn't know how high as with my huge fear of heights there was no way I was taking a look. The walkway was about 100m long but I managed to hug the salt wall and got past that obstacle just to be faced by the next challenge, a 13 storey wooden staircase with open sides heading down into the abyss.
Somehow I managed to overcome my terror and managed to get to the bottom where I looked up and saw the walkway I had just crossed. If I had known what I was walking over I would have been a jibbering wreck and heading for the surface instead of exploring the mine further. Within the main cavern there was a big wheel, table tennis and even a bowling alley. The secret gem of the mine was accessed by another 13 storey staircase, this one was a lot narrower with no views of the descent so it was easier even though my feet were far to big for the steps. At the bottom of the stairs was an amazing sight, an underground lake complete with wooden bridges and rowing boats. From here you finally could appreciate the size of the mine. It was roughly the depth of a 30 storey building, I could never imagine the work needed to excavate it. After a quick paddle around the lake we went back to the main cavern and was left with a tricky choice of ascent. Either brave the stairs again or use a very unsafe looking glass lift. A sign on the stairs said it would take 6 minutes to climb them I looked at my friend and said challenge accepted. A stopwatch was started and we raced up there in 2 minutes and 37 seconds. Was a great feeling to be back out in the open after that.
We headed south and through a spectacular gorge carved by a river we arrived at our base for the night.
The next morning we set out for the Transfăgărășan. Just as we left the city we saw a hitchhiking priest heading in to the mountains, our ears were popping with the changes in altitude. Before hitting the really twisty stuff we stopped at a little bar with a busty wench serving beer.
Just before the climb to the mountain we came through a valley and saw an imposing castle ruins above us. We made a quick on the spot decision to go take a look at it. Only problem were the 1,500 steps to climb and my vertigo. I'll upload a vlog of this part of the trip once I return and get to a PC. Basically it's me freaking out at high places.
More mountain passes and a spectacular dam with what looked like a life size Transformer above it. That's robot Transformer not electrical. There was also a dog blocking one of the lanes having a sleep and giving zero fucks about the traffic it was causing.
After the dam we started to drive up the Transfăgărășan, this road is nothing like I've seen before. Words can't describe it apart from steep and twisting. I have a video of the drive which I'll upload when I have more internet.
We stayed at a hotel reminiscent of the overlook motel from the shining. we're the only guests and we could see why. Very run down and falling apart, nothing worked but the bed was comfy and that's all we needed.
The final day of our trip around Transylvania we took a quick visit to Bran castle. Took one look at the queue to get in and decided to have a beer instead. The road back north took us through many villages with the mountains to our right and open fields to our left. I lost count of the amount of castles we saw but I tried to take pictures of them as we passed by at 100kmh+ The drivers here are crazy, they will overtake at any opportunity regardless of oncoming traffic, the roads themselves vary from brand new highways to old communist era concrete paths filled with potholes. All vehicles are allowed on the main roads including many horse drawn vehicles sharing the same road as industrial trucks and the rest of the speed freaks. We only hit one section of bad traffic. The kid controlling the traffic couldn't have been more than 18 and for some reason he was carrying a pistol. I'm guessing Romanians don't like to be kept waiting in traffic.
Eventually we arrived back in Cluj in time for the festival and the partying has already begun!
I'll upload the images of the trip later along with more entries of the trip. Now it's time for another beer and some sun.
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As most of you know I am currently visiting my family in Kentucky. One of the reasons i have not been on GTA at all. There was a reason for this 3 week stretch. My dad was having some health issues and I needed to be here. I needed to be with him.
Last Tuesday he had a biopsy. Yesterday, he got the call. It was malignant. He has cancer. F*cking cancer is here again to destroy another member of my family. I'm heartbroken because there is nothing I can do for him. He has some more testing next Wednesday to see if he is strong enough to handle surgery. He is 74 years old. If all goes well next week he should have surgery the following week to try and remove the tumor. He will then have to go through chemo. If the tests are not okay next week and they cannot operate they will have to take another course of action which they don't know what it will be.
I am leaving tomorrow to go back to home to Florida. I do not want to go back but I need to. However, I want to be back with my dad for surgery so hopefully we can make that happen.
He's a strong man. The strongest man I know, and my hero. He has been through a lot in my life and ALWAYS has been there for me. I need to be there for him.
Throughout my life I never saw him cry except at funerals. He never really let it go until here lately. He has become a very emotional person. Yesterday when I got home from the office, I got out of my car and he was sitting on the porch. As soon as he looked at me the tears began to fall from his eyes and then mine. He then told me he was okay with whatever happens. I was glad to hear this but I am not okay. I am not okay with whatever happens. I don't want to watch him suffer through treatment. I don't want to see what chemo does to him. I don't want to feel like I could lose him at any moment. I don't want all these emotions because of cancer....again.
While I am at it, I will go ahead and get it all out. Hopefully this will shed some light on why my hope is so low. My oldest daughter was born with a Neuroblastoma tumor attached to her liver. She was diagnosed with cancer at 3 days old. At 8 days old she received her first dose of chemotherapy. The following day was her first radiation treatment. She died at 20 days old. I watched my daughter lay and suffer her entire life. I watched her deteriorate from the poison being put into her body to try and save her. It did not work. Because of this I am scared. I am scared my dad will have the same outcome. (You can read about Sierra on face book at https://www.facebook.com/SierraJeanHarrisNeuroblastomaAwareness/ in the about section)
I know that some cancers can be cured but others cannot. The not knowing is what makes it bad. The fact that I will be almost 800 miles away from him makes it worse.
I'm sorry for the rambling but needed to get a few things off my chest, hoping it would make me feel better.
*This pic is from Father's Day. Best dad out there and glad to call him mine.
Going from the last entry
So with the floor done I made a truss jig on the floor, cut the pattern pieces and built 6 trusses with the plan of spacing them every 4 foot, that's a bit closer than needed for a metal covered building but I had the wood so what the hell, and being built out of 2x6's the roof should be able to hold a car if one ever gets up there
SO with the trusses built and set to the side I studed up the walls, studs are 24" on center, most metal buildings around here do not use stud construction and just use posts, I opted to do studs incase I would ever want to insulate this and finish the inside, I won't have to add wood later to do that, but I didn't go 16" on center because with all the added bracing in the walls and the strength of the trusses I doubt the walls will ever move.
As of writing this the barn is done, I just need to snap some more pics of the finished product
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... he was Perfect...
He had what is known as a Cord Incident. He a knot tied in his Umbilical Cord in 2 places. There was no defect, no problems with this perfect little boy. Just a freak accident. There was some solace in knowing that we didn't do anything wrong. But that didn't change what had happened. Nothing did...
My wife held him all afternoon, all night. Family came to see him, see us and how we were doing. We had him Baptized, and the hospital gave us the whole Birthing Package. Crib Card, Blanket, Announcement Card, etc. The hospital Staff was really accommodating. Actually, they were down right awesome to deal with.
Most of the day, and the couple following are kind of a blur. We dealt with a Funeral Home in having the remains removed from the hospital. We had him cremated and now have the urn in our possession.
Over the course of the past year or so, my family has dealt with every challenge so far. All the way up until his birthday. We did a balloon release on his birthday. I think that really marked the beginning of the healing for most of us. We've seen some death this past year. We've lost our son, we lost 2 other family members as well. My kids are far too familiar with death, in my opinion.
So we decided to start working on making a positive out of this. If there can be one. We are removing some bushes, and creating memory garden in the front of my house. I'll try to update this when I can.
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Welcome to a special edition of Jalj's
Not-In-Order-Always-Changing Top 10 list!
The Always changing part of this list takes effect, Banks and DC switch spots based on feedback and vote count from poll. Thanks for the comments and checking it out!
With the celebration of the crew's 2 year anniversary come and gone and the introduction to our new snazzy website (as well as new URL), things have definitely changed for Hatch and company! GTA 5 is over 2 years old and while some have given up on it and allowed it to collect dust on their shelves, i know my copy continues to be played. Not because its that great of a game (its pretty good) but because the crew has made this game just that amazing for me. The comradery of this crew is what keeps me playing and given me the best online experience i have ever had in any game. You guys are more than just my crew, i consider all of you my friends.
When i joined this crew i was about level 20. My current level is 160 and would be higher but i took a long break to deal with some IRL situations but all that leveling up has been done with the crew. You guys have taught me how to play the game and become better at it, simply by just playing with you guys. I play with randoms and i feel really good when it comes to my skill, i got called a cheater/hacker the other day, which means i must be good lol but all of this got me thinking...if i do this good against randoms, imagine the pwnage and dominance some of the best players from our crew must create when they play against other randoms!
like seriously, there is no doubt we have some of the best GTAO players in the world!
This crew is all about having fun and having a good time but as a result we have created a nurturing and extremely competitive environment that has been created by past and current crew members which has elevated the overall skill of our crew when it comes to not just tdms, but racing and even job creations. There is a thread that is proof that we all just become way better at this game after joining the crew! Some of us have become alot better than others and thats ok! Because it pushes the rest of us to become better!
...so in celebration of the crews 2 year anniversay and as a sort of homage to the overall greatness that is our crew, ive decided to list the:
10 All Around Skilled GTAO XDBX members!
If any of you guys have ever read my previous blog entries then you would know that i just dont order my list. I simply like to list and not worry about having to place them in order. However for this list, ive decided to change it up.
In order to get a comprehensive and as close as accurate list of our top players I did something ive never done for any of my list, and thats i asked for input from other people!
15 Crew members were asked to anonymously nominate players. Based on their nominations and my own, I picked those who were mentioned the most to be included in this list. They were not asked to rank the players but simply to nominate those they thought as the "best overall". However it should be noted, this is not the opinion of the crew, hatch or anyone else's idea of who the best or most fun crew members are. This is just a list that compiles and acknowledges those players who are not just good at TDM's but all the other aspects of GTAO.
THE PLAYERS HAVE BEEN RANKED BASED ON THE AMOUNT OF VOTES THEY RECEIVED. 15 ANONYMOUS VOTERS WHO ARE CREW MEMBERS WERE ASKED TO VOTE AND NOT ASKED TO RANK SO THIS IS ONLY BASED ON NUMBER OF VOTES.
This is also not an official ranking, this is ultimately my opinion and no one else's and the list was done for fun and to be taken as an opinion and not fact.
As always, Comments, Questions and any other form of feedback is greatly appreciated!
If you werent on this list, dont feel bad, you are all mvp's in my eyes and make this crew what it is, the best damn crew in all of GTAO. So now...i present:
THE TOP 10 ALL AROUND SKILLED GTAO XDBX MEMBERS!
In total i got over 20 players nominated for this list from my group of anonymous voters. That is alot and really speaks about how great our crew is. I asked crew members from different platforms, different time zones to make sure i didn't leave any one off this list just because i personally dont have the chance to game with everyone in the crew. I REALLY HOPE I DONT HURT ANYONE'S FEELINGS...and please this is just for fun and if you really feel strongly about being left off this list then i would do as i do and practice!
Before we start though it should be noted that the best crew member has to be Hatch because without him, there is no XDBX so thanks Hatch!
I have also only added a few thoughts as to why this player is good and considered an all around good player.
..So now lets look at the top 10!
An extremely fast and consistent land racer, the one guy you want to hide from when you encounter him in PVP, he also has some great creations that have become staples of the PL's we run on a weekly basis. Its been discussed and Banks is the "top dawg" of XDBX!
When i first joined this crew someone told me that DC was a hacker. Based on the way he played, i believed it! DC dominates in any game mode when it comes to GTAO. A great creator, competitive in air, land and sea races, he also has alot of parachute wins which i did not realize ... DC is also the only guy on this list who can take a long break and come back and still kick all of our butts.
One of the best overall racers, deadly with a gun. Ive seen scotty crash in land races drop to last, recover and win the race! Count on Scotty to always be in the running for mvp. Scotty studies this game and is a real strategist.
Great creator, great racer (air, sea and land) and absolutely lethal with a gun. G is also another great strategist of this game, dont make a mistake because G will make you pay for it. Also pretty funny guy
They dont call him GRJK-ALICIOUS for nothing. I think thats how you spell that Grjkie is an incredibly fast racer and one of the best at PVP. His friday Pl was one of my favorites and the one PL i still tried to make even when i was not as active with the crew.
One of the best PVP players and a pretty darn good racer. Scariest thing about LN is he just keeps getting better and better.
One of my personal favorite creators in all of GTAO, snacks should consider getting a job with Rockstar making maps and game modes! A great, great racer who often gives the top racers a run for their money, he is also pretty damn good with a gun. Throw snacks into any game mode and he'll finish in the top. A very active crew member and also hes like the nicest guy ever
Another prolific creator and very, very good racer that lives up to the name Dodge. Any type of race, you can count on dodge to be competitive. Pretty good at PVP as well, Dodge will have no problem taking you down if you aren't careful. Hes the guy we love to hate but its ok, he hates us too
Ps3 tennis champion, a fast and gunho racer, he has developed into quite the shooter as well. Proto is also the only PS3 exclusive player on this list, which in my eyes, makes him king of GTAO on PS3!
Consistently one of the best racers and pretty good in PVP. Dont sleep on tiger, he's a major threat across all game modes.
Jesse, Dani, Taco (Ninja) and Lime all tied for what would be the 11th spot. Anyone knows that these guys are great overall players as well and deserve a shoutout
So what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments section!
This Friday, November 20 at 6:00am Pacific starts the most historic off-road race in North America, the Baja 1000. Hundreds of bikes, buggies, trucks and quads will leave the start line in Ensenada, Mexico at timed intervals and race south down the west coast of the Baja Peninsula for approximately 450 miles until they loop north and head up the east coast of the peninsula where they finish back in Ensenada for an 840 mile race distance. The course is different each year, some years longer, some shorter, sometimes point to point, sometimes a loop like this year.
The idea for the race was born out of a publicity stunt in 1962 by some guys at American Honda to prove the reliability of Honda's new CL72 Scrambler. They rode over 952 miles in just under 40 hours. 1967 marked the first official race and became sort of a who's faster, motorcycles or dune buggies. Read more about the history here.
Due to the nature of the race, its remote location and a general lack of interest in motorsports in the U.S., watching the race is nearly impossible. It's better with the internet, GPS tracking and live streams but it was never meant to be a spectator friendly race. It's even more difficult to follow than the Dakar Rally. If there is anything televised it's an hour long highlight show that airs between stick & ball sports 2 or more months after the race and it focuses only on the high dollar Trophy Trucks.
However there is a really great way to get a taste of what the race is like, learn a little history of it and watch exciting footage in the drama filled documentary Dust To Glory (2005). D2G was made by Dana Brown who more recently made On Any Sunday: The Next Chapter and is son of Bruce Brown who made legendary documentaries Endless Summer (the original surfing movie) and On Any Sunday. There are rumors Dana is making a follow up to Dust To Glory due out sometime soon!
The great news is if you have Netflix you can watch Dust To Glory tonight! Or tomorrow or someday. If you like motorsports, especially off-road racing you will dig it. Heck, if you're planning to make an off-road race in GTA, watch it for some inspiration.
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Domestic Battery was founded as a gaming crew for couples. Somewhere you could happily blow your partners brains out and not worry about the long arm of the door knocking on your door.
Other couples have been formed after meeting on this site. Dani and Jesse were the 1st and are now in an international relationship.
Many of our other members have been happily married for years. All great stories but what about the singletons of the crew?
In the last 5-10 years the world of dating has been turned on its head. Of course I'm talking about online dating. What used to be seen as a strange and desperate tactic for the lonely has now become mainstream and accepted as the best way of meeting a new person.
It's well known that I'm a keen participant of dating websites, I've had lots of experience when it comes to plentyoffish.com and tinder plus some of the newer ones on the market, each offering a new way to meet people. I'm not a fan of the dating sites you have to pay a subscription for, after all I'm a Yorkshireman, I'm not going to pay for something that I could get for free so I can't really advise on those.
You have to remember is there is no such thing as a bad date, yes some dates are doomed from the off but every new date you go on gives you a little more experience, you learn what not to look out for on a profile and can soon spot the early signs on whether you're going to be suitable or not.
The cornerstone of online dating is your profile. It's the thing that either attracts or repulses potential dates. While there isn't a guide to what makes the perfect profile there are many things you shouldn't do or show on there. We'll start with the picture
The term a picture tells a thousand words has never being as important as in the online dating world. It's the eyecatcher that makes you stand out compared to the page full of other dating rivals. On a site like POF, your picture will randomly appear alongside others on the main screen. If someone is doing a search then your profile picture will be in a list amongst people of a similar age, height and local area so these are your direct competition.
Firstly don't try to hide, having a display picture that isn't of you will instantly throw alarm bells in a potential date. If they can't see you because its a very blurred shot, a strategically placed face angle or even a cartoon image a potential date is always going to think what are you trying to hide.
Don't worry that you don't look like a Greek Adonis or have the perfect swimsuit body. 99% of the people online are in the same boat. Hiding yourself just leads to disappointment later on, when you meet someone for the 1st time if they aren't what you expect then the date is usually off to a bad start. Definitely don't use a picture from the internet either that isn't of you. Google image search is a wonderful tool. If someone looks too hot to be on dating site then they usually aren't real!
I've seen the following quote on a few girls profiles. "If you don't look like your picture then you're buying the drinks until you do"
Other big no no's are the selfie in the bathroom shot, there are too many of them out there and it's a big turn off for all involved. There's a famous meme on the internet where a girl has left a floater in the toilet after taking a selfie. Everyone's seen it and everyone thinks of it when they see the bathroom mirror selfie. If you are going to take a selfie, keep your top on. Leave something to the imagination. Too much flesh on show just indicates that you're only interested in the physical and will only attract people wanting the same.
I saw an attractive girl posing in a bikini, yet on her profile she was complaining about the amount of pervy and disgusting messages she was receiving. It's all about giving off the right impression about yourself. She could be the nicest girl in the world but when everyone is thinking with the brain between their legs they won't see the real you.
Posing on your car is never a good look either, unless you're posting in a man seeking man section in a petrol head magazine. There may be girl racers who will like it but 95% of women will just think urgh just another car loving wanker.
I'm not just picking on the guys here, what is with the recent duck face craze for girl? It's not attractive, you'd never pull that face on your wedding pictures, for me that's an instant left swipe. Don't do it!!!
The other stereotypical picture turn offs are pictures with a heavily sedated tiger etc. It isn't cool, everyone knows it's not real and there are too many people with a similar shot.
I feel like I know my way around every corner of Asia due to the amount of people who have posted pics of Thailand/Vietnam/India. So you went on a gap year and travelled, so did everyone else.
Another bad move is the group photo shot, especially if it's your main display picture. There's nothing worse than having to go through all the images trying to work out who the profile is actually for.
I've realised that I've gone on for far too long, and you're all probably bored of reading, stay tuned for the next update!
Dani and Jag heard the sirens of the police, growing louder, as they were looking for Wraign, and Jesse found a large hole in the ground. He studied the man made hole and then saw a DB phone flashing a blue light, sitting at the bottom. "Over here, she went down here." he yelled as Torrid heard his voice, and saw Dani and Jag running.
"We have to go, Jag you take Dani and Jesse down there, find Wraign and Beez." he ordered as Ern ran up to Torrid. " Let me go with them, I can help." he requested as Torrid studied him and looked him in the eye. "What's wrong Ern, you look concerned." he asked as Ern walked over to him, " I lover her ok, I have to find her, I asked her to come out here with me, and now she's missing." he explained in a low voice. Torrid smiled and nodded "Go find your love, and bring her back."
Napon was watching the chaos though his high-powered binoculars as he saw Hatch leave with his wife, an the disputer was yelling for the cops to get moving, to the war zone. He heard footsteps and glanced at the tall thin man making his way to him. "The girls were saved, I just need to leave, the DB crew will help with the rest, and end this shadow war." he said as he heard helicopters in the distance. "Are you listening Driver?" he humored as he glanced at him. "If C-lan finds out she was used, she'll hunts us down, you know that don't you?" he responded as Napon handed him the binoculars and he looked through. "DB isn't conservative or liberal, Gang or mob, religious or political, they are good they help people, and bring strangers together, so they can take down ATG, and the Red Kings, but if I stay any longer they will wonder why." Napon said as Driver chuckled . "We've been fighting the PB crew and they work with the Altruist cult, who help the Voris, but we never found your niece..." he said as Napon glanced at him, "I know, that's why you gotta stay here, and observe C-lan and the DB crew, they have some of the girls, I have to do my job, the Bio-tech Enforcement Agency is landing in 10 minutes, and I have to meet them, but I'll be late, just follow Cue, lets see what he can find."
Proto and Tiger open fire on the Voris as Cue and Beez advance moving into position to trap them. They mowed down more Voris and then it was quiet. They hear gun shots echo down the tunnel as Cue saw more girls running, an then felt bullets whizzed past him from down the tunnel. Cue took cover and realized there were two shooters, one had a silencer. Cue signaled to the crew there were 2 shooters, up ahead. More Voris leaped into the tunnel as gun shots rang out, but Proto was not engaging them, as he was taking aim. The Voris went down, and Cue saw the two figures looking around. "Who's over there! Show yourself" they said as Cue glanced at Beez and he nodded, "GUN!!" someone yelled as the figures opened fired and Cue took cover as Proto did too. Wraign held her hand out stopping the bullets from striking the girls, and tossed them to the side, "Two shooters-" Proto said taking aim, "They're human!" Cue said as Proto shot one and Tiger shot the other.
Cue hurried to the bodies as the other girls knew each other and were embracing them, "Nice shot, your wounded,what are you doing down here?" Cue asked as the guy was tense, and the girl was holding her leg, "Don't tell them Piston, they might work for them..." she muttered as Cue studied the wounded guy and pulled off his mask, "Piston, I was racing a guy with that name a few days ago.." Tiger said as he looked at Piston, "Your Tiger from DB, and you beat me fair an square...we're freeing these girls, and looking for a missing girls, Dana Day, Sandra Waters, Pam Brown and many more, but a bomb hit top side, caved in the way out." he explained as Cue noticed his tags, and 18 more girls. "He's a friendly, he's with the Pro Racers Crew..." Tiger stated as Beez saw the tags on the girl, and nodded to him, as Proto helped the girl up.
"I'm Piston and this is Jade, we were sent to rescue these girls, 13 members were with us when we started, but we lost everyone..." he explained as Beez listened to the guy and saw the girls greet each other as his earpiece was ringing, "Yea!" he whispered, "This is Jag, where are you, the cops are on the way and we need to find Wraign an get out of here now!" she stated as Beez was counting the girls, "Wraign is with us but we need a bus, we got almost 45 girls, we're headed to the highway, can you set that up?" he said as Tiger walked to him with Wraign, they found a secret room. Beez follows Tiger and Wraign down a short hall, to a room of light, shaped in a dome, with glass mirrors all around, like hologram projected and interactive. "We need the core panels, there's 5 of them, we can rebuild this anywhere..." she explained as Beez was speechless and nodded to her, "I'll get Proto and Cue, and let's move in 5 minutes..." he leaves the room and hurries to the cavern tunnels, "Jag, we need a bus, we're resting now, so follow the beacon, we're waiting on you." He said as he saw Cue looking around, and found a short girl with long curly hair. He glanced at Beez, "this is my cousin, she was missing for 2 years..." he explained, as Beez smiled, "Wraign needs a hand, when you can, ok?" he said as Cue nodded an embraced his cousin.
Hatch was driving the truck with aggression and leaping over hills and kicking up dust, as he glanced at Rose but said nothing, and he saw cops racing to the war zone behind them, "For God sake Hatch take it off road, these cops are watching everything!!" she told him as Hatch took a sharp left, "If you had told me where you were going, you know I woulda sent back up...that's why you left so fast, I guess Blondie wasn't your target !!!" Hatch muttered, as she studied him, and smirked "Now my crew is in danger, an I have to act like I don't know who these Voris are, but Wraign is going to find out the truth, and she may leave..." Hatch said as Rose studied him, " I found out about the spaceship parts that are scattered all over LS, there are many who also know of this...but we raised her as our own, she will find out her parents died in that spaceship, but she survived...she's a guardian, we need to activate the DB Space Station..." she explained as he got a call from Alskies "I have you on GPS, I have a Bike waiting for you, just follow the GPS to me." Hatch hung up the phone, and Rose studied him, "We saved a lot of lives today, those girls were starving, and scared, they were for sell for someone, or food for others, you have to see the good we did..." she said as he saw the bike, "I do see the good, but I also see a threat...first we win this money, and then we deal with the Voris..."
Volis Sand4th was a tall thin man, with white hair and a white suit. He motioned for his guards to enter the house as his hacker hacked the security cameras. He heard the screaming and a few gun shots, as the front gate opened and the white limo drove to the mansion in the back. Volis climbed out the limo and saw the 2 trucks park, as his pions pulled out boxes of equipment. Volis enter the mansion and saw 14 people on their knees with their hands behind their head. He signaled for them to be moved, as a slim man was walking down the kitchen steps with his hands up. "Terry Petty, you fucked up my friend, you had a simple job...keep the product and store it...now I have an empty warehouse, that's worth over $100,000,000 and now its gone...!!" Volis yelled as Terry looked at the floor, "your gonna take this equipment, and use it, because many products were tagged, so you will find them, and recapture them..." he explained as his pions hurried up the kitchen steps, to his den. "We need 12 girls, for an up coming celebration, get them back, and you'll live to receive more assignments...if you fuck up, we won't kill you, we'll kill your son going to high school, or your wife at her mom's house, who knows maybe your brother will die in prison...but we won't kill you...understood, we own you, now get to work, you got 3 weeks...." Volis explained as his pions hurried out the house, and he left closing the door.
Terry walked to the basement door and opened it as his staff was on the floor looking around. He told them it was a misunderstanding, take the day off, don't tell anyone about this." Terry said as he untied them, and then called Ben Mason.
Ben Mason was at a warehouse looking at dead bodies, as his guards carried them in and laid them on the tables. His cell phone jingled to life, and it was an old friend, Terry Petty. "Yea, you need help I hear..." he humored as Terry chuckled, "I need the cave issue to go away, I know you have an enemy in your way..." he said as Ben laughed, "I do, and you need to take them down, they called the DB." he said as Terry was running up the steps and went to his computer typing in DB, but he saw nothing come up. "Yea, ok, I have a few contacts on them, i'll take them down..." he lied as Ben hung up.
Jag saw Beez, and the girls, "I spoke to Torrid, two busses are headed to the meeting spot...what's going on, where is Wraign? she asked as Beez saw Dani and Jesse as Ern was looking around. "We found a transporter, these Voris have some hi-tech equipment to be monsters...." Beez explained as he lead them to the little room. Wraign was packing up the 3 piece, as Tiger and Proto were working on the others. "Jag!" Wraign said as Ern came to the room an looked at Wraign. He was so happy, he felt like he lost her, and she could read his emotions. Jag got a call from Torrid, "The media choppers went down, they're gonna silence anyone who was there, get moving, please..." he explained as she looked at Beez, "The media choppers were shot down, we need to move now!"
Napon saw the LS cops roll out the tape to keep the growing crowd from getting too close, as the Blaine Cops did the same, around the permitter, as the media choppers were shot down and blew up. The black choppers landed and the agents met with the Blaine cops and had a short laugh, Driver calls him, from the hillside, "Randolph Whyte just met with an agency guy and he told him he's in charge, just kill the tunnel rats, and blow up the tunnels... he said and they laughed, I gotta call my team down there, I haven't heard from them..." Jason said as Napon saw an old friend Russ Law, he was in a suit, and he was waving for him. The other choppers were landing and soldiers were getting into position. Napon walked over to Russ, and shook his hand. "The illuminytes have infiltrated the IIA, FIB, MI6, CIA, and the FBI, we must find this transporter and destroy it before they get it..." he whispered handing him a cell phone, and a card. "The Blu Rose Order accepts you, you're a 4 star of club, the Guardians are allies, they fight the Vex, we fight the Voris...once you find the girl, you'll find the map of Lyte..." Russ said as two more choppers landed, and the late explosion of the media choppers distracted him and Napon lost track of Russ, as Mark Gates, Steve Marks and Garret Storm approached him. "Agent Napon, we heard your the best, what do you have so far?" "The Voris had a nest here, the Vex are gone, they had a battle and then something happened, the Vex lost...the public must not find this out." he explained as Mark nodded. "We need to find something, so our agents are going in now." "You should wait, till my men clear the underground cave, if we find the Transporter, we'll tell you." Garret looked at him, "That's top secret..." "I work for the BEA, we supersede your badge, now pull your men back, until we're done." Napon said. The agents suddenly got a call, Napon pulled out his phone and got a message, 'The DB building was bombed, 8 dead so far....'
Hatch and Rose took the bike to the meeting spot, and saw Alskies waiting in his truck. "The convoy stopped the police are checking every vehicle." DS texted Hatch, 'Turn on the TV.' Hatch touched the screen above the radio an the news caster was explaining how a bomb went off, at the DB building. Hatch couldn't believe his new building with 10 business would be bombed. DC calls Hatch, he tells him a bounty of 2.2 million is your head, boss, we need to get you to safety." Hatch glanced at Rose, and then Alskies, "Call the Divas, Rose will go to a safe house, I'm gonna find the contractor..." he ordered as he saw racers sent by Blokk carrying 2 silver brief cases and walking his way. DB muscle met the guys and checked the cases, as DC checked everything and walked to Hatch with the cases. "Block said we won, he has to get back to town." Hatch took the cases and looked at DC "Tell the agents to find the contractor, tell the reps to be on alert, but keep getting money, get the muscle together, we need guards and look out..." Rose grabbed his arm and studied his face, "We help people Hatch, those girls need help." Hatch kissed her and climbed out the truck, as Torrid and the chopper were landing.
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