Christ Centered Gamer

The image of me, at thirty, with some obscure name on my arm is enough to make me giggle.

Or laugh, since giggling may be weird.

Which is better, Halo 1 or Halo 2? Or maybe if you lost your first halo, you shouldn't be given another?

Also, I was thinking of a damascus steel dagger. Because in times of yore, swords were given as rites of passage, and symbolized going up a class.

Why am I mostly under Chozon1 all the time...

FF4 DS, have you tried it yet? I've been having a lot of fun with it, almost up there with FF6 and CT fun, but funner than FF7, oddly enough.

Chozon1 wrote:

The image of me, at thirty, with some obscure name on my arm is enough to make me giggle.

Or laugh, since giggling may be weird.

Which is better, Halo 1 or Halo 2? Or maybe if you lost your first halo, you shouldn't be given another?

Also, I was thinking of a damascus steel dagger. Because in times of yore, swords were given as rites of passage, and symbolized going up a class.

Both Halos are decent... but Halo 2 tends to be gung-ho, and then have no climax. Which is a horrible, horrible thing. So Halo 1.

And... if she's into sticking fools, then sure.

Keero wrote:Why am I mostly under Chozon1 all the time...

FF4 DS, have you tried it yet? I've been having a lot of fun with it, almost up there with FF6 and CT fun, but funner than FF7, oddly enough.

I haven't played it yet... mostly because I don't have the means to (i.e., no DS, no money), but also because... well, I flat out don't want to. I mean... I understand that it's a great game, but... I'm just not a gamer anymore.

Always the comedian.

In cleaning my closet, should I use my hands and a garbage bag, or a molotov cocktail to get the job done quicker?

Chozon1 wrote: Always the comedian.

In cleaning my closet, should I use my hands and a garbage bag, or a molotov cocktail to get the job done quicker?

Controlled burns are the way to go with any large cleaning project.

Mind explaining that to my parents? And the firemen? And that weird guy who feeds the pigeons?

Chozon1 wrote:Mind explaining that to my parents? And the firemen? And that weird guy who feeds the pigeons?

I could explain it to your parents, but that would destroy the value of what is, fundamentally, a learning experience for you. So no.

And don't talk to the firemen about it. They might call it arson.

The pigeon man... well, in case of fire, I tend to imagine that he's on top of the building and thinks he can fly. Add it up.

What do you have against pigeon feeders?

Chozon1 wrote:What do you have against pigeon feeders?

To put it simply... Mary Poppins.

Great. Now your a nannie hater.

What's with the hatin'?

Chozon1 wrote:Great. Now your a nannie hater.

What's with the hatin'?

Oh, it's not hating. Just aggravation. I avoid things/places/people that aggravate me, simply because I find, you know, it much easier to be happy when not intensely annoyed.

Blah. I sense a deep nannie-hater attitude emanating from your subconscience.

Were you forced to eat Cod liver oil by a nannie as a child?

Chozon1 wrote:Blah. I sense a deep nannie-hater attitude emanating from your subconscience.

Were you forced to eat Cod liver oil by a nannie as a child?

Obviously, you didn't get the fact that I wasn't referencing the nanny Mary Poppins, but rather the song that she sings about the bird lady. But no matter.

I have eaten cod liver oil. Out of my own volition.

So Scott, Scotty, Scot-la-roo, how's it hanging, homeslice?

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You got a car? >_>

Oh, I got it. But that's not what the detectives want to know is it now?