Today, I honour a most important day.
Perhaps the greatest day in the lives of all you pitiful mortals.
Birth of Christ? Naaaah. I'm bigger than Jesus.
Ascension of the prophet? True, he went straight to heaven but did he pwn level 60 warlocks? I think not.
That's right ladies and gentlemen, today is my birthday.
As it happens, my birthday is in the same month as GM Dave's birthday, yet more proof that October is the ultimate month.
So instead of the usual rant about WoW, ineptitude with girls or why other people suck, I'm going to rant about growing old.
I woke up today thinking, shit I'm 18 now. Shouldn't I feel all responsible and stuff? I mean the law thinks I'm responsible enough to drink. Note people, the law is also functionally retarded. I look back on my past years and think to myself, "Wow, I was such a damn noob." I mean really folks, at one point in my life I honestly thought that ghoul rush with a level 1 hero in Warcraft 3 was the way to win. We all of course know that a level 2 hero is the only way to go.
Back to the subject. In all seriousness, I then wonder to myself if I'd ever have changed anything about my life. Done something differently and honestly, I can't say I would've. Sure, I could wish for a better understanding of women, or more of a social life. But then I think, I wouldn't be me any more. I tried not being me once, not being me is fucking stupid, anyone who isn't me must go and throw themselves off a cliff for not having as good a life. Looking back on these 18 years, I realise, not only am I completely happy with my life, no matter how nerdy or pokemon fueled it may be, it bloody pwns.
I can do, ANYTHING and not lose social standing because of it, I can actually be the person I want to be without living up to other people's expectations. And why do I not care about other people's expectations?
One, very, very, simple reason.
Other people are noobs.
Learn this people and you learn the secret to eternal happiness.
After that oddly serious bit, back to the insanity.
Another person born in October, the great Tommy Dancaster, had a birthday party on the Saturday. Not only did I show up, I was actually invited. After discussion of the Alex club, which I apparently am in, the great Will decided to make a short film, which initially showed promise.
Unfortunately, Toby got involved.
The result being the Cannizarian Massacres
Note, I am the first tree sniper. Note also that due to my godliness I never actually die in the film. You may see another Asian dead, that is Sameer, my unholy clone who must be wiped from the earth. I have a bounty of two million imperial credits for the person that successfully brings me his rotting head.
Note also that I am not included in the credits. I have a bounty of ten million imperial credits for the person that successfully brings me Will's rotting head.
Finally, to those who gave me birthday beats, you're all complete pillocks. To those who gave me birthday hugs, you're brilliant.
You're also infected with the T-virus.
Raj out.
Perhaps the greatest day in the lives of all you pitiful mortals.
Birth of Christ? Naaaah. I'm bigger than Jesus.
Ascension of the prophet? True, he went straight to heaven but did he pwn level 60 warlocks? I think not.
That's right ladies and gentlemen, today is my birthday.
As it happens, my birthday is in the same month as GM Dave's birthday, yet more proof that October is the ultimate month.
So instead of the usual rant about WoW, ineptitude with girls or why other people suck, I'm going to rant about growing old.
I woke up today thinking, shit I'm 18 now. Shouldn't I feel all responsible and stuff? I mean the law thinks I'm responsible enough to drink. Note people, the law is also functionally retarded. I look back on my past years and think to myself, "Wow, I was such a damn noob." I mean really folks, at one point in my life I honestly thought that ghoul rush with a level 1 hero in Warcraft 3 was the way to win. We all of course know that a level 2 hero is the only way to go.
Back to the subject. In all seriousness, I then wonder to myself if I'd ever have changed anything about my life. Done something differently and honestly, I can't say I would've. Sure, I could wish for a better understanding of women, or more of a social life. But then I think, I wouldn't be me any more. I tried not being me once, not being me is fucking stupid, anyone who isn't me must go and throw themselves off a cliff for not having as good a life. Looking back on these 18 years, I realise, not only am I completely happy with my life, no matter how nerdy or pokemon fueled it may be, it bloody pwns.
I can do, ANYTHING and not lose social standing because of it, I can actually be the person I want to be without living up to other people's expectations. And why do I not care about other people's expectations?
One, very, very, simple reason.
Other people are noobs.
Learn this people and you learn the secret to eternal happiness.
After that oddly serious bit, back to the insanity.
Another person born in October, the great Tommy Dancaster, had a birthday party on the Saturday. Not only did I show up, I was actually invited. After discussion of the Alex club, which I apparently am in, the great Will decided to make a short film, which initially showed promise.
Unfortunately, Toby got involved.
The result being the Cannizarian Massacres
Note, I am the first tree sniper. Note also that due to my godliness I never actually die in the film. You may see another Asian dead, that is Sameer, my unholy clone who must be wiped from the earth. I have a bounty of two million imperial credits for the person that successfully brings me his rotting head.
Note also that I am not included in the credits. I have a bounty of ten million imperial credits for the person that successfully brings me Will's rotting head.
Finally, to those who gave me birthday beats, you're all complete pillocks. To those who gave me birthday hugs, you're brilliant.
You're also infected with the T-virus.
Raj out.
posted by Natural 20 at 9:24 pm
3 Comments:
If that video didn't have such a shit soundtrack (and sounds in general) then it would be pretty good. Also, I gave you birthday beats and am not you, yet I still rock. Care to stick that in your explanation-pipe and... EXPLAIN it!?
1. You're a pillock
2. You're not me, but you're closely associated enough to feed off my godly aura, making you slightly relevant.
3. I already have a bounty of 10 million on Will's head. The soundtrack makes up about 2.5 million of that.
1. No.
2. No.
3. Good.
4. ????
5. Profit.
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