Dream

Robert and I are randomly in some sport store or something like that chasing after these guys, I see them hide in some room and tell Robert they are in there. He goes and takes a small explosive and a stick of dynamite and lights them up. Throws the small explosive to blast open the door, then throws the dynamite in the room blowing everyone up.

Skip to the next day, I receive a call from my mom telling me that my brothers were killed. I break down, only to see both of my brothers looking like ghosts telling me that they were the ones that we were chasing after them. I start to suffer a mental breakdown, but my brothers comfort me by telling me it wasn’t my fault, that I didn’t know and that it had to be done. But they tell me that I have to go to my dad and relay a message to him.

Skip to my dad’s house. He has started drinking and is pretty much in shambles, I go to him and try to comfort him but he won’t listen, my brothers start telling me what to say to him and he start tearing up, they tell me to tell him to look towards the living room and when we both do, my brothers have grabbed the vases in the living room and were swinging them around to let my dad know that they were there. He gets up and throws the bottle away and says thank you.

Skip to work, I end up going up to Hicks and tell him that I need to talk to him about something (my brothers deaths). We head towards some part of work I’ve never been to and there’s hella people in there for some reason. I didn’t get the chance to explain to Hicks what happened, and I’m vaulted towards the off ramp near work. I start walking back to work when Shane (one of my brothers) appears and starts talking to me, we carry a conversation while a gang of coworkers look at me like I’m crazy. Shane explains that I need to tell Robert what he did.

Skip to Rock Bottom, we are there for trivia. I try all night to try and talk to Robert, but he doesn’t acknowledge that I’m there, I turn to Carlos, Georgia, Ryan, Mike, and Duncan to try to talk to them but they ignore me. I huff in frustration when a thought crosses my mind. “Am I the one that’s dead?”

Then I wake up.

vickwalsh: miss it ? i still do it

vickwalsh:

miss it ? i still do it

(Source: kter218, via jpbreganza)

svalts:

Generation I, II, III - by Uniqschweick12

I don’t like pokemon like that, but I’d want to have one just because.

(via min7yfr3sh)

flipbonne: Now I think this is the best one out of the NMW’s lot. Keep in mind I don’t play Mortal Kombat, and never was too into it growing up. But this one just happened to look really RAW. No one has really seen these, I do plan on making a few more, branching out to non-fighting games (maybe an RPG or 2?)

flipbonne:

Now I think this is the best one out of the NMW’s lot. Keep in mind I don’t play Mortal Kombat, and never was too into it growing up. But this one just happened to look really RAW. No one has really seen these, I do plan on making a few more, branching out to non-fighting games (maybe an RPG or 2?)

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flipbonne: I like the simplicity behind this one, also keeping two of the enemies in silhouettes is a nice touch. Can’t wait for this game to come out in the States!Of course, clear Seimitsu, or those nifty Sanwa ones that came out recently would be used for this stick. If I wanted to go balls out, I’d add some light blue LED’s. Or if possibly have a light blue LED under the stick with a clear dust cover to give the Monado a nice glow.

flipbonne:

I like the simplicity behind this one, also keeping two of the enemies in silhouettes is a nice touch. Can’t wait for this game to come out in the States!

Of course, clear Seimitsu, or those nifty Sanwa ones that came out recently would be used for this stick. If I wanted to go balls out, I’d add some light blue LED’s. Or if possibly have a light blue LED under the stick with a clear dust cover to give the Monado a nice glow.

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Late to the party but

Spotify has got to be the dopest thing that I’ve come across in a long while. I heard about it for a long time, but was too stubborn to give it a shot. Finally I caved in and got it on my computer and well, I’m glad I did. Grabbing music left and right making a gang of playlists. It’s pretty awesome. 

I also realized I haven’t posted up here in a looooong time. What has been going on since we last had a chat?

Grandma passed away
Moved out of Tacoma to Redmond
Moved out of Redmond to Kirkland
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom came out
Came up with some more stick art ideas
King of Fighters XIII came out
Super Street Fighter IV: 2012 came out.

and on the horizon is a ton of more fighting games coming out. 2012 is looking to be a pretty eventful year.

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superturbopod:

Don’t sleep on the NORTH WEST COAST, Team Khaos has the replay footage of Battle for Seattle up on their youtube channel. If you haven’t had enough of this salty crack from NCR9, Shadowloo Showdown 2011 (stream footage), &Eastcoast Throwdown (stream footage) this should curb some of those cravings. Check out Rowtrons unique team of Sentinel/Chun li/Magneto team!

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pseudooctopus: I love this man.

pseudooctopus:

I love this man.

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cksaul: skobos: So, I got a tattoo yesterday! It says “Vers Libre” which means “Free Verse” in French. Don’t mind how awkward I might look in this photo. It is the title (the title is in french, i didn’t change it to be cool) of a poem from a poetry book that my Great Greatsomethingoranother Uncle wrote back in the late 1800/early 1900s. It was in possession of my Nana, until she passed away and I got it. I used the same script that was used in the book. Took a photo of it, put it into illustrator, and fixed up the kerning.  Vers Libre I am free verse. I express revolution. And revolutionize expression. I use everything that is, From beetle to behemoth; From milkweed to milky way; The shallow, babbling brook, Rivers and lakes, tumultuous seas That rock and surge beneath all skies. You call me new? I was not young When Isreal’s shepherd sung, And his great son entranced The multitude with his high harmonies, I have resurged! Poesy, propriety, prudery These p’s are dried and gone to seed; They rattle in their pods; I’ll none of them. My lines and contours run untrammeled, free, From the waist both ways. Would you entrap my fluent feet In cumbersome sabots? And knead my riotous tresses Into puffs and coils? Would you corset me? Try it! Truss me in stiff vestment of convention. Listen! You shall hear the seams split, And buttons plop against the chiffonier! I am free verse. To me, it means that I cannot be held down by anyone or anything. I am my own self and nothing will ever change that. I am free verse. Done by Shannon Purvis at Body Rites in Columbia, SC.  Awesome poem and tattoo. I am free verse. I express revolution. And revolutionize expression. Tight. What he said.

cksaul:

skobos:

So, I got a tattoo yesterday! It says “Vers Libre” which means “Free Verse” in French. Don’t mind how awkward I might look in this photo.

It is the title (the title is in french, i didn’t change it to be cool) of a poem from a poetry book that my Great Greatsomethingoranother Uncle wrote back in the late 1800/early 1900s. It was in possession of my Nana, until she passed away and I got it. I used the same script that was used in the book. Took a photo of it, put it into illustrator, and fixed up the kerning. 

Vers Libre

I am free verse.

I express revolution.

And revolutionize expression.

I use everything that is,

From beetle to behemoth;

From milkweed to milky way;

The shallow, babbling brook,

Rivers and lakes, tumultuous seas

That rock and surge beneath all skies.

You call me new? I was not young

When Isreal’s shepherd sung,

And his great son entranced

The multitude with his high harmonies,

I have resurged!

Poesy, propriety, prudery

These p’s are dried and gone to seed;

They rattle in their pods;

I’ll none of them.

My lines and contours run untrammeled, free,

From the waist both ways.

Would you entrap my fluent feet

In cumbersome sabots?

And knead my riotous tresses

Into puffs and coils?

Would you corset me?

Try it!

Truss me in stiff vestment of convention.

Listen!

You shall hear the seams split,

And buttons plop against the chiffonier!

I am free verse.

To me, it means that I cannot be held down by anyone or anything. I am my own self and nothing will ever change that. I am free verse.

Done by Shannon Purvis at Body Rites in Columbia, SC. 

Awesome poem and tattoo.

I am free verse.

I express revolution.

And revolutionize expression.

Tight.

What he said.

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jpbreganza: toliveanddieinlondon: This is Hideaki Akaiwa. When the Tsunami hit his home town of Ishinomaki, Hideaki was at work. Realising his wife was trapped in their home, he ignored the advice of professionals, who told him to wait for the army to arrive to provide search and rescue. Instead he found some scuba gear, jumped in the raging torrent - dodging cars, houses and other debris being dragged around by the powerful current, any of which could have killed him instantly - and navigated the now submerged streets in pitch dark, freezing water until he found his house. Swimming inside, he discovered his wife alive on the upper level with only a small amount of breathing room, and sharing his respirator, pulled her out to safety. If he had waited for the army, his wife of 20 years would be dead. Oh, and if that’s not enough badassery for one lifetime, Hideaki realised his mother was also unaccounted for, so jumped back in the water and managed to save her life also. Since then Hideaki enters the water everyday on a one man search and rescue mission, saving countless lives and proving that two natural disasters in a single day, and insurmountable odds can’t stand in the way of love. This man is my hero. SWAG

jpbreganza:

toliveanddieinlondon:

This is Hideaki Akaiwa. When the Tsunami hit his home town of Ishinomaki, Hideaki was at work. Realising his wife was trapped in their home, he ignored the advice of professionals, who told him to wait for the army to arrive to provide search and rescue.

Instead he found some scuba gear, jumped in the raging torrent - dodging cars, houses and other debris being dragged around by the powerful current, any of which could have killed him instantly - and navigated the now submerged streets in pitch dark, freezing water until he found his house. Swimming inside, he discovered his wife alive on the upper level with only a small amount of breathing room, and sharing his respirator, pulled her out to safety.

If he had waited for the army, his wife of 20 years would be dead.

Oh, and if that’s not enough badassery for one lifetime, Hideaki realised his mother was also unaccounted for, so jumped back in the water and managed to save her life also. Since then Hideaki enters the water everyday on a one man search and rescue mission, saving countless lives and proving that two natural disasters in a single day, and insurmountable odds can’t stand in the way of love. This man is my hero.

SWAG