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Just finished playing Rise of the Tomb Raider and what a shitty and boring game.

It's so linear that it felt claustrophobic, with a stupid story and characters and simplistic combat and puzzles.

How this game gets high ratings is beyond me, it absolutely sucks hard.
I hate those Pinata sales. :/
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amrit9037: I hate those Pinata sales. :/
I hate the fact that it is not easy to type things like 'ñ' on a US keyboard. Granted, it is not something I need to type often (and I assume it's easy to type on a Spanish keyboard), but it is still annoying in the uncommon case it happens.

(Also, accented characters, like in the name of a certain well-known video game series whose earliest entries had 151 monsters to catch.)

Another thing: This Python 3 code gives me an error when run in the terminal:
>>> print('\u00f1')
Traceback (most recent call last):
File "<stdin>", line 1, in <module>
UnicodeEncodeError: 'ascii' codec can't encode character '\xf1' in position 0: ordinal not in range(128)
These Boar's Head Cransational Chicken Salad I ate yesterday gives me stinky farts for the whole of yesterday and still going today. Never eating that stuff again.
Results of a new voting poll are up in the Belgian press and thus, the communist party rises up to the third place in Wallonia with almost 15% of voters..... :(

If they take power in 2019, I'm gonna emigrate to Poland or Russia, I hope there will still be some vacant job at GOG :o)
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catpower1980: If they take power in 2019, I'm gonna emigrate to Poland or Russia
You would willingly emigrate to *Russia*, of all places? *Russia*, with its law that simultaneously is homophpbic and mandates censorship?
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dtgreene: .
I'm started to get the impression that because you're now -46 you think you're better than me?

I really hope I'm wrong, especially after everything we've been through.

Just remember who stood by you at your worst moment when you were -100.

That's all I've got to say to you just now.
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catpower1980: If they take power in 2019, I'm gonna emigrate to Poland or Russia
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dtgreene: You would willingly emigrate to *Russia*, of all places? *Russia*, with its law that simultaneously is homophpbic and mandates censorship?
It's a good question and it's actually one that I already asked myself before.... It's a bit late here so I'm gonna answer shortly but will try to stay clear:

Emigrating to Eastern Europe (Russia is more European than Asian from our Western EU point of view) is a life-changing choice where there is no turning back as it implies learning to integrate a new culture and thus accepting its specifities and rules.

Moreover, leaving Western EU would mean that I consider the continent to be irremediably doomed and thus seeking for a new nation which is proud of itself and can stand the turmoils of History even in the harshest conditions. It's funny because you live in the USA which somehow fits those criterias so I guess you can't understand what's its like living in countries where there is no more political power but just a bunch of muppets acting like they're in a circus while the people is hopeless (FYI, just imagine that Wallonia is the next Greece).

So it's only natural that to fit the basis of the Maslow pyramide, humans adapt themselves to another system if needed (of course, it would be harder for you in Russia than for me).

Anyway, those are only speculations, 2019 is still far away and lots of things can still happen so I could stay in my home sweet home of my Motherland :o)
Me old bones were aching from all these days raining non stop... So i decided to visit one of those newfound, kinky, amateur massage parlors (from shady ad) and get a fresh, juicy, university student rub me back (and something more)... This was such a shocker, that i still haven't come to, yet... I entered an old, decrepit building, old style; when the door opened, i entered and sat on the sofa in the room abstractly reminding of a living room. When the girl came and sat next to me to negotiate, i almost got myself a heart attack... She was the sister of an old friend of mine (not from the bunch who fucked me up and ruined part of my life, but someone from the bunch that simply left me rot alone and abandoned me to my fate, never showing again any type of interest). I immediately recognized her because of her face, her eyes, her beauty and her slim silhouette. She had been an old and secret crush of mine when she was 14 back then, i never tried confessing, because i always considered her of exceptional beauty, probably the popular type with many boys asking her out and because back then, i had the appearance of a fat and ugly bastard with beard and messy hair. Even she almost remembered me (i used to visit their house regularly to play videogames with her bro, my friend at that time) and asked me "If i went for a massage another time before", while looking as if examining me carefully from tip to toe... I feigned ignorance totally, like completely!

She explained to me that she wouldn't sex me (let me enter her, but do all the rest) and led me to one of the private rooms. Truth be said, with that shocker, i wouldn't be able to have sex with her anyway under those circumstances, let alone that i always considered her too beautiful and fragile to even touch her, i was content by looking and admiring her. My good fucking god, that slim, petite, lolita body was almost intact as if not even 1 day passed over her and she is now 22, looking and feeling like a teen angel! One brought another, i couldn't resist, i also had that guilt and remorse, so i helped myself even without sex and good fucking god, she was so sensitive, as if she was a teen! She even flooded me with her fluids and moaned in pleasure (wasn't faked...) and long story short, she was supposed to offer me some relief and i ended up helping her relax, instead... Honestly, that felt even better than casual sex (she also did rub me and massage me with oil on my body), i even closed a karmic circle of the past (she was special to me and not having felt her back then, left a lingering regret even after all those years). But at the same time i was scared, scarred, freaked out and well spooked.

I haven't talked with her brother. I don't plan to anyway, since i no longer have his contact info anymore, other than old address, which might also have changed after so many years and all. But i don't know what to do. If i am allowed to do something. If i can. If i must. Or if i shouldn't. First time i can't make a decision, or force on myself the ice and indifference, my self-made insensitivity that has preserved my hide and ass countless times before, in this fucking jungle of a hell-hole i reside in. Damn, such a beauty, fragile and delicate, being the paid-for joy-toy to random ugly, old, dirty men for 40-80 euros! I was a real treat for her with my current bodytype and appearance (probably that is why she became so sensitive and made me all wet), but the entire situation pains my brain as if someone hammers a nail through it... Shit this thing is so fucked up, that not even artificial monsters like me can be solid like a rock... I am shaken to the core, god damn it all!
Post edited September 10, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7
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KiNgBrAdLeY7:
So did you pay her?
And what was her charge?
I think this belongs to "What made you happy today".
Good to know you had good time.
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KiNgBrAdLeY7:
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amrit9037: So did you pay her?
And what was her charge?
I think this belongs to "What made you happy today".
Good to know you had good time.
Of course i payed her. I hate debts and i don't have any...
40 handjobs, massage and touching, in semi nude; 60 2 girls full nude plus oral; 80 the special course (minus fuck).
No, this is not the happy today. This is the sad today and the shock of the month, if not of the year.
No, it wasn't a good time. It was my once upon a time crush, working today as 50% prostitute and the sister of a former friend of mine, that despite abandoning and forgetting me, i still feel sorry for him.

I am thinking telling her who am i and asking her out to talk. I don't feel well for her. She might seem like enjoying it but i am, sorry, was, a golden hearted boy and a gentleman, once. I dread to think what riff raff went over her... Damn man... I mean, i fucked other men's wives before, but this goes too much, the sister of a friend and former crush of mine working as a sensual massager...? It was sad and bittersweet, certainly not happy. The only "happy" part is satisfying my selfish desire of having wanted her years ago and realizing that completely cheaply and effortlessly. I feel shame. Of and for myself, first and foremost, if not exclusively.
Post edited September 10, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7
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KiNgBrAdLeY7: .
I almost ejaculated after reading that, BradMan.

You should be writing porno scripts and directing, I think you'd make a great director.
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catpower1980: If they take power in 2019, I'm gonna emigrate to Poland or Russia
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dtgreene: You would willingly emigrate to *Russia*, of all places? *Russia*, with its law that simultaneously is homophpbic and mandates censorship?
But I thought you liked censorship. What was all that talk about not wanting to accept 'inappropriate' nouns and pejoratives? I guess censorship is ok, so long as it's about getting rid of speech you don't agree with.
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KiNgBrAdLeY7: Me old bones were aching from all these days raining non stop... So i decided to visit one of those newfound, kinky, amateur massage parlors (from shady ad) and get a fresh, juicy, university student rub me back (and something more)... This was such a shocker, that i still haven't come to, yet... I entered an old, decrepit building, old style; when the door opened, i entered and sat on the sofa in the room abstractly reminding of a living room. When the girl came and sat next to me to negotiate, i almost got myself a heart attack... She was the sister of an old friend of mine (not from the bunch who fucked me up and ruined part of my life, but someone from the bunch that simply left me rot alone and abandoned me to my fate, never showing again any type of interest). I immediately recognized her because of her face, her eyes, her beauty and her slim silhouette. She had been an old and secret crush of mine when she was 14 back then, i never tried confessing, because i always considered her of exceptional beauty, probably the popular type with many boys asking her out and because back then, i had the appearance of a fat and ugly bastard with beard and messy hair. Even she almost remembered me (i used to visit their house regularly to play videogames with her bro, my friend at that time) and asked me "If i went for a massage another time before", while looking as if examining me carefully from tip to toe... I feigned ignorance totally, like completely!

She explained to me that she wouldn't sex me (let me enter her, but do all the rest) and led me to one of the private rooms. Truth be said, with that shocker, i wouldn't be able to have sex with her anyway under those circumstances, let alone that i always considered her too beautiful and fragile to even touch her, i was content by looking and admiring her. My good fucking god, that slim, petite, lolita body was almost intact as if not even 1 day passed over her and she is now 22, looking and feeling like a teen angel! One brought another, i couldn't resist, i also had that guilt and remorse, so i helped myself even without sex and good fucking god, she was so sensitive, as if she was a teen! She even flooded me with her fluids and moaned in pleasure (wasn't faked...) and long story short, she was supposed to offer me some relief and i ended up helping her relax, instead... Honestly, that felt even better than casual sex (she also did rub me and massage me with oil on my body), i even closed a karmic circle of the past (she was special to me and not having felt her back then, left a lingering regret even after all those years). But at the same time i was scared, scarred, freaked out and well spooked.

I haven't talked with her brother. I don't plan to anyway, since i no longer have his contact info anymore, other than old address, which might also have changed after so many years and all. But i don't know what to do. If i am allowed to do something. If i can. If i must. Or if i shouldn't. First time i can't make a decision, or force on myself the ice and indifference, my self-made insensitivity that has preserved my hide and ass countless times before, in this fucking jungle of a hell-hole i reside in. Damn, such a beauty, fragile and delicate, being the paid-for joy-toy to random ugly, old, dirty men for 40-80 euros! I was a real treat for her with my current bodytype and appearance (probably that is why she became so sensitive and made me all wet), but the entire situation pains my brain as if someone hammers a nail through it... Shit this thing is so fucked up, that not even artificial monsters like me can be solid like a rock... I am shaken to the core, god damn it all!
Ever thought about writing sex novels?Oh,and she's a good faker.
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KiNgBrAdLeY7: .
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Kleetus: I almost ejaculated after reading that, BradMan.

You should be writing porno scripts and directing, I think you'd make a great director.
Tried to write some stories on *some* of my adventures before on a site with such material, but they went under censorship and me got banned. Whenever and wherever i weave a story made up of 100% truth and 0% lies, it always gets shafted from moderation (maybe fault was that the site was local) and probably, me banned right after. People generally are allergic to faithful storytelling without montage, tampering and alterations, especially those who hide the raw, the ugliness and make things more swallow-able for your average little human, who hasn't seen life's true face for shit.

As i said, i have nowhere to vent my anger and frustration from things, heck, even online everyone purges anything i try to speak of; not only i am deprived of justice, but of even being heard. You may have a friend to go out for beer and discuss something that upset you. I can't discuss with anyone this side (think of it something like: I have the right to remain silent or they will use everything i say against me) and even online, i get censored and banned.

Besides, i am no director. I am always the hapless person to whom everything happens. But thanks, you helped me get an idea. By you mentioning "scripts" and "directing", i thought of something good. But this i am keeping it for myself.

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Tauto: Oh,and she's a good faker.
Moan COULD be faked, okay, my bad. The small "lake" of her crystal clear, see-through pussy juice though, can't be faked. Gal soaked me wet with her discharge (body squirming and down-there-throbbing aside), after my magic hands worked their wonders on her wonderful body.
Post edited September 11, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7