RODEN'S PROFILE

author=Corfaisus

author=Arandomgamemaker
Gonna play some Banjo Kazooie. I don't even know what it is, but people say it's good.

What a coincidence, I just recently came back to Banjo Tooie after a long stint of "not gonna put up with this shit". I realized what I was doing wrong and I'm going full speed now.


Banjo Kazooie is the better game, though. I had a near-epiphany playing it last as I found myself actually having genuine, gameplay-related fun and questioning "with all my farting around with RPGs, is this the joy I've been missing this whole time?" It actually flows and allows you to get everything done with little to no backtracking required, which plagues Banjo Tooie like horrid odor does a gym bag.

You guys both suck at life. Seriously, what kind of self respecting Human being hasn't played the Banjo series?

I actually much prefer Banjo-Tooie (my second favourite game, right behind Paper Mario) as the world is a lot bigger, more interconnected, and the game is way more polished. I can see that on a first time through it could be confusing though, when I played it as a kid it took me ages.

At this point though I can play both of them practically in my sleep, I've beaten them about 5-6 times each. In fact, it's about time I do another run.

I don't think he'll be too disappointed, besides, I have no options and he can't really do anything. He doesn't want me to get tattoos either, but I'm getting a left sleeve plus some on my right arm.

EDIT: Luckily he realizes that since I'm a 20 year old he can only advise nowadays, and not really command. I don't mean to make him sound disrespectful or make it seem pike we have a bad relationship or anything.

Well that's my excuse, even if it isn't entirely true. Gotta tell people something when they ask if I/why don't I have a girlfriend.

(Before I go on my own rant, I'm sorry to hear that, wildwes. I've never dealt with death in the family/friends before so I unfortunately can't really relate or offer much advice.)

I am thinking about a lot of things. I just got an e-mail from my company about a camp change. We live in a pretty dang good camp right now, Noralta Grey Wolf, and normally a camp change is nothing but a day of hassle.

But this is where it gets awesome. The new camp, Pebble Beach, doesn't have private washrooms, or even jack and jill style washrooms. No, it has prison style showers and public toilets. You don't get a sink in your room either, so I assume you have to brush your teeth in a fucking public fucking FUCKING washroom. It's further away from site by another 20-30 kilometers (we already have a 40 minute drive). The rooms are nowhere near as good, and the wings open into just... outside, instead of you know, a fucking hallway connected to the main building.

This is the place:


Nobody is happy about this, and I hope to god that there's a fucking shitstorm tomorrow morning so it'll get changed. I really don't want to have to quit my job, because to me that seems to be the only alternative. I don't want to put up with living in a shit hole.

The other thing is stupid, and I honestly should probably get laughed at about it but fuck it, I'm ranting so I may as well include it. My friends have already heard the spiel so I'm just gonna throw it out here too. It's the fucking Freya thing rearing it's ugly head again.

Do you guys know what it's like to be in love with a fictional character? (obvious question w/e) Every time I come up here it drives me off the fucking wall way worse than usual. Being away from friends and family makes that shitty feeling of isolation bad enough, but then there's being separated from someone by an entire plane of reality. God damn it, it just wrecks me. I've even been considering learning how to lucid dream just so I can see her in some capacity.

I just feel like such a fucking loser when I get into it. Like someone's gonna come along and tell me to just forget about it and date real women or something. But that's the thing, it's not a fucking choice, this is literally the only option I have to be slightly romantically happy. It's bullshit. It's only gonna get worse too, because my parents don't know about it yet- but it's only logical that they'll figure it out at some point, it's not like I can keep it a secret forever (although I'm probably gonna fucking try).

Fuck man, my Dad already told me that he wants grandchildren. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!?