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Kent-45
11th Sep 2010, 02:55
I don't believe in coincidences....

Kane & Lynch: Dead Men : 67/100
http://www.metacritic.com/game/pc/kane-lynch-dead-men

Kane & Lynch 2: Dog Days : 67/100
http://www.metacritic.com/game/pc/kane-lynch-2-dog-days

How does this happen, I ask myself. What I do see here... is one frantic ****-up of what should have been a routine exec protect. The way I hear it... two ****in' yahoos shoot up half your staff coming out a ****in' building in broad daylight, empty handed. Empty... handed.

BeardedHoplite
11th Sep 2010, 02:58
I'll be damned...

GrievousOdyssey
11th Sep 2010, 03:13
- Interesting to note that despite being near-universally criticized for its short single player, weak story, control issues and a visual style that doesn't appeal to everyone, Dog Days has got the same metacritic score as Dead Men, an average score of Sixty Five.


And i wrote that on the trivia thread about two weeks ago , seriously , the both of you , not because we have nothing to say means that we have to forget what we learned and act like everything is new again , seriously , no kisses from me tonight ...

Also , idiot , why didn't you placed this on the general discussion board ? it's like if the off-topic section is The on-topic section ...

Marvelous , actually ...

PS: Kent , you're only comparing with the PC metacritic score , the console version is too ugly for you isn't it ? ...

GrievousOdyssey
11th Sep 2010, 03:39
Awe common now , don't be so sentimental , come now , group hug ...

That's it ...

WHoa wait , hold on , back the **** up here ...

You don't believe in coincidences ?!!! ...

But ... but ... ME ! My life ! My ... me ... it's always full of coincidences ...

am i not real ? ... this is it , isn't it , i'm not real ... not real ... this is why it hurts so much , why i have so much trouble being alive ... because i'm just pieces of lost memories bounded together ... i'm not real ... the coincidences weren't real , i made them real , i did , i'm just proxy , a living proxy , creating systems , past , thoughts , madness , yes ...

toolooloo ... too loulou ... i feel ... a heavy weight has been lifted from me ... i feel ... alive ... awoken ... Yet i'm not real ... so ... what does this all mean ...

What does it all mean ? ... who is she , of which i keep gazing on , everywhere , her face , i see her faces , Their faces , everywhere , she's here , there , crying , laughing , somewhere else , away from me , no , no , it's not a coincidence , yet it is , it is a coincidence , it has to be , i'm not making this up , it's not possible , nobody is that convincing , not even myself , it's not real ... but wait , i said i wasn't real , so neither are they , she , the women , they're not real , or are they , and it is me , and only me who isn't ...

No , maybe it's you , yes , you , you're not real ! you're the one putting doubts into my own doubts ! you're not real ! say it ! ...

why do you all keep staying there , saying nothing , it makes no sense , why am i the only one who is talking ?! ... maybe it's because i'm just a proxy , i talk all the time to keep myself alive , to keep me warm , or else i would die , i have to keep on talking , believing that i'm real , oh yes , yes , what seest thou else in the dark backward and abysm of time , nothing , nothing but coincidences , but they're not real , so they lied to me , yes , that ***** , she lied to me alright , and they all laughed at me , yes , ****ers , i'll get them , i'll get them for this , no , no , it's been years now , it's not worth it , but i keep seeing them , oh lord , one , two , sixteen , twelve , twenty one , i liked those numbers , she wouldn't care , no , she was too busy with her own majesterium , locking me away , well i'll get her , and she'll blow up like a atomic bomb , and i'll cry , cry over the death of my sister , yes , poor poor lil sister , darling , i'm sorry , i'm sorry , i'm ...

Hold on , what sister ? ...

*system crashes* ...

BeardedHoplite
11th Sep 2010, 03:50
Ah, a grevious wall of text, a beautiful sight

Bevacur
11th Sep 2010, 12:06
Ah, a grevious wall of text, a beautiful sight

Indeed.

SlashPrower
11th Sep 2010, 12:09
Ah, a grevious wall of text, a beautiful sight

Truly it is.

UhUh
11th Sep 2010, 12:41
Now in italian



Oh avanti , non essere così sentimentale, avanti, abbraccio di gruppo ...

E' così

WHoa aspetta, fermo un attimo, torna indietro ***** ...

Non credi nelle coincidenze ?!!! ...

Ma ... ma ... IO ! La mia vita ! La mia ... io ... è sempre piena di coincidenze ...

Non sono reale ? ... lo è, non lo è, non sono reale ... non è reale ... ecco perchè fa così male , perchè ho così tanti problemi ad essere vivo ... perchè sono pezzi di memorie perdute messe assieme ... non sono reale ... le coincidenze non sono reali , le ho fatte reali , le ho fatte, sono solo un proxy , un proxy vivente , che crea sistemi , passato , pensieri , pazzia , si ...

toolooloo ... too loulou ... mi sento ... mi è stato tolto un grosso peso ... mi sento ... vivo ... sveglio ...
Eppure non sono reale ... quindi ... cosa significa tutto questo ...

Che cosa significa tutto questo ? ... chi è lei , che continuo ad osservare , ovunque , il suo volto , vedo i suoi volti , i loro volti , ovunque , lei è qui , lì , piangendo , ridendo , da un'altra parte , lontano da me , no , no , non è una coincidenza , eppure lo è , è una coincidenza , lo deve essere , io non me lo sto inventando , non è possibile , nessuno è così convincente , nemmeno me stesso , non è reale ... ma spetta , ho detto che non sono reale , quindi nemmeno loro , lei , le donne , non sono reali , o lo sono , e sono io , solo io a non esserlo ...

No, forse sei tu , si, tu , tu non sei reale ! tu sei quella che mette dubbi nei miei dubbi ! tu non sei reale ! dillo ! ...

perchè continuate a restare qui , a dire niente , non ha senso , perchè sono l'unico a parlare ?! ... forse è perchè sono solo un proxy , parlo tutto il tempo per tenermi vivo , per tenermi caldo , altrimenti morirei , devo continuare a parlare , credere di essere reale , oh si , si , e che altro vedi nel buio passato abisso del tempo , niente , nient'altro che coincidenze , ma non sono reali , così mi hanno mentito , si , quella ***** mi ha mentito , e tutte loro ridevano di me , si , ***** , le prenderò , le prenderò tutte per questo , no , no , sono passati anni ormai , non ne vale la pena , ma continuo a vederle , oh signore , uno , due , sedici , dodici , vent'uno , mi piacevano tutti quei numeri , a lei non interessava , no , lei era troppo occupata con il suo magistero , chiudendomi via , bene la prenderò , e lei esploder* come una bomba atomica , e piangerò , piangerò sulla morte di mia sorella , si , pover povera piccola sorella , cara , mi dispiace , mi dispiace , sono ...

Aspetta , che sorella ? ...

*system crashes* ...

BeardedHoplite
11th Sep 2010, 12:48
My dream, achieved *fights back tears*

GrievousOdyssey
11th Sep 2010, 18:01
Ooooooh so that's what "dispiace" means ...
I always wondered what the hell that rooftop jumping italian meant whenever he has to kill someone ...

GrievousOdyssey
12th Sep 2010, 03:25
At this precise moment , this topic has had 67 views , 67 ! coincidence i think not ! ...

Do you have any idea what this means ? this is the discovery of a lifetime , and you're sitting on it with nothing else better to do than to look tough , cool , all i see is a man who lost his tongue , i'm pretty sure the cat got it , awwwwe , cat broke your heart , didn't she ? awwwwwwwwww well i'm going to break her neck for yah , yeah , yeah , she likes it , she'll want it , i'll eat pizza with her , then i'll eat it on her , then we'll sing a song , kiss goodnight , and then , and then , and then ...
hhhhhhmm hmmmm hhhhhhhhm hmmmmmmmm hmmmmmm mmmmmh , one two three five six forty seven whadyahah aaaaaaahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhahyayahah whadalaalaaaaaaaaaaaaa yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh so then there was this little rock that stamped on a blue butterfly , his life slwoly fadding away , his somber and heavy life is finally going to be crushed away ... it wasn't the ending he was hoping for , but death has finally come to retrieve out of his sensless life , he had lived for too long ... at least , that's what he thinks ...

A white rabbit came and lift the rock up , letting the blue butterfly go ... but the blue butterfly had this unfortunate chance of being a sensitive butterfly , and as he looked at that dear lil white rabbit that extended his life , he can't feel but wanting to express his never ending gush of sweet love for this angel that was bestowed to him , by mother nature , by fate , by coincidence ... Death was now something he would never bargain with , the existence of this white creature is going to make him eternal ...

The blue butterfly , in his weak state , managed to exchange a few words with the white rabbit , and even pointing her to the direction of his garden , yes , the blue butterfly had a garden of his own , it wasn't exactly a garden filled with plants , no , it was a huge garden of memory , of skyline , of sculptures and perspective , it was the blue butterfly's realm ... a odd , and , even dark place ... but he invites the white rabbit in , because , afterall , the realm was the only thing he had in his possession , and at the time he thought it was a great idea to share it with the one who saved his life ...

The white rabbit accepted , but was , for some reason , in a hurry , she couldn't stay any longer with the blue butterfly , and promised that she will come by his garden ... The blue butterfly felt empty somehow , the rock had weaken him , but now , now he had something to live for , someone to please , his body filled with the thoughts of this creature that he couldn't grasp with his little body , he felt this emptiness that was created from this sense of hope , a hope , he thought , that was to be hopeless to even consider it ... in any case , this sounded like a new beginning to him ...

Sometime later , still in the elysian field , under this orange skyline all flowers tend to look alike , but the blue butterfly wanted something special for the white rabbit , and so he searched , searched , sought after a flower worty of his angel , his love , the pure white rabbit ...
The white rabbit had come by the butterfly's realm in the days preceeding this one , and so far , everything went alright , today however , the rabbit had something to do , somewhere far away , the butterfly wanted to see her , even if it was for just a few more moments ... He knew that the rabbit didn't wanted to go to this far away place , so the he thought that a flower might do it ...
He then waited , after finding a flower worthy of his image of the white rabbit , he waited , some place where he believed the white rabbit would pass by ...
But maybe he was too late , maybe the white rabbit wasn't even coming by today , maybe she won't even like the flower he found for her , maybe , maybe this just wasn't such a good idea afterall , maybe he just isn't worthy of her , him being a pitiful little bug , and she being something worth breathing for , and maybe ...

And then she comes ... in a hurry , like always ...
The white rabbit wouldn't stop , even at the sight of the blue butterfly , it's true , the white rabbit was always a energetic and vivid being , always on the move , never slowing down , never stopping , and even despite the visits to he's garden , the rabbit always carried a cold and distant behavior with her surrounding , the butterfly didn't made an exception ... or perhaps it was just the idea that she had to travel to someplace that couldn't help to improve her mood in any way ...
That's until blue butterfly then gives her the flower , saying that it might brighten her rotten day , the white rabbit took it , still not stopping , but she smiled and thanked him ...
He didn't saw her smile ever since the day she lift that rock off of him , that wide smile , a smile that came from a mature being , yet still captures the innocent youth , a perfect smile from a perfect being , he thought ...
When they had to seperate their ways the butterfly then flied around the fields , still bathed under the orange skyline , the clouds shaping into a melody as the butterfly flies around , carrying the wind with him , he was happy , he was ... happy ...

It also scared him , as the thought of being happy reminded him of the last times where he felt happiness ... which in turn , always reminded him of the reasons why death would appeared as a blessing to him ...
T'was all in the past now , but it would still haunt him , just like the existence of his garden , a constant reminded of his weaknesses , flaws , vices , and the overall beast that he is ... the blue butterfly stopped flying ... as he began to feel that this moment of happiness could easily be his last ...

He then returned to his realm , naturally , and looked after his memories , naturally ... in the lack of finding another occupation that could please his existence , the blue butterfly does nothing more but looking back at his short yet long and old life ...
This was not without a reason , for what the butterfly has seen and lived are things that can never make sense in his mind , and his desperate need of understanding the things he had lived through would make him the weak and insecure lil bug that he is today ...
The thoughts of the white rabbit now frighten him more than ever ... how could he even think of adoring her ? her innocence and energetic life is beyond the blue butterfly's slow and lost minded way of life ...

Fear grew on into the little bug's small head ... his mind ensured madness to transcend with the help of his garden , his thoughts would fill up the garden , but the thoughts , the fears , keep on coming ...

By the time the white rabbit had returned , things were left , abandonned , the garden still stands , but the shape it has tooken ... it was clear that the butterfly had make it so that his realm would displease his love , he ... in his deep and true feelings for that innocent and lovely creature , would rather chase her away , than force her to stay , to slow down , to be with hi m ...

Time goes on , and each went on living in the same elysian field , but still away from one another ...

The blue butterfly never returned to his garden , sick and tired of reliving the memories with his past ... the sick desert flower , the etheral borealis , the lost pack of wolves , the wild butterfly , the black moon , all these memories ... the blue butterfly couldn't stand them anymore , tired of not capable of finding answers to his questions concerning the outcomes of his past , he saw no reason to stay any longer , not even for her , the white rabbit ... he still believed that he did the right thing in forcing her to go away ...
Never , never would he have the white rabbit sacrificing her lively pace for his comfort ... it just didn't seem right to him ... he was old and she was alive ... he was full of mysteries , solitude and abrasive manners , while she was ... everything he loves ... but no , he just couldn't do it ... he wouldn't ... he wasn't a little profitarian bug like his fellows were , his principles would not allow him to take advantage ...

Until one day ... out of some sheer coincidence , the blue butterfly found a fellow friendly butterfly who he hadn't seen for some time , and in the event of their coincidence , the blue butterfly thought that in the best way to explain his latest outcomes was to show his friend his garden ...
Returning to the garden however would prove to be the most horrific outcome he could have expected ...

The white rabbit ... waited ... for the blue butterfly's return ... as shown by signs left from her , the blue butterfly saw in horror that the white rabbit had , at some time , waited and wanted to see him working his garden ...
But for how could he had anticipate it ? the white rabbit never showed any of her thoughts , and that flower he gave to her , she never said anything when she came back either , nothing that the blue butterfly had done was met with a response of any kind from her ... so how ... how could he have expected that she , in all her muteness , had actually wanted to see him continue working on his realm ...

There was nothing he could have done , but now ... now it's his time to do something ... he worked on and on , the garden awoken again , the realm now open again ... but of course , the white rabbit would still not show her presence , let alone a few words ...
Things weren't so different than before ... the blue butterfly then thought that perhaps , it was best if he just fly to her ...

And so he did , and searched , in hopings that it just isn't too late ...
The blue butterfly believed at the time that she is the best that he would ever see in life , and would now have it , nothing could stop him ...

Finally , the day came where the white rabbit stopped running , it was one of those rare times where she would just , stop ...
The blue butterfly approached her , she was already smiling , it had nothing to do with him , but this marks the third time he would see that smile , then as he flow closer to her , she sees , and turns to him as he begins to speak , her previous smile ... still intact ...

The blue butterfly wanted to say something , he wanted to say everything , he wanted her to know everything , even if she already knew , he wanted to say it , now , he wanted , he loved and needed her love ... but he was speechless , for he knew that if what he had to say came out wrong , the white rabbit would stop smiling , and might never speak to him again , or worse , the white rabbit might never feel the same ever again ... And how could he ever dare to make that white rabbit to stop smiling ... it was the most hearthwarmming smile he's ever seen , a smile he would die under , a smile that is going to mark into his memory , even after death ... and it was a smile , that he felt ... wasn't worthy of his weak state of being ...

The blue butterfly then did the only thing he could think of doing , he flied away ... it was the best he could think of , out of his love for her ...
He never saw or heard from the white rabbit ever again ...
And his life-long garden extended into a realm of grieving ...

Kent-45
12th Sep 2010, 06:10
Grievous what you fail to take into account is that the butterfly was lied to. He never had a chance. The garden was a farce, a farce to keep him playing the game. The rabbit never existed, Grievous. It never existed because the butterfly never had a chance. He was doomed from the start, and nothing is ever going to change that. You think tending the garden means anything? You think building up an elaborate house of cards will shield you from the grasp of fate? Can the butterfly be so blind? He has to be, Grievous. The butterfly has to be utterly blind, because if he were to contemplate the truth of any of this, for even the briefest of moments, he would be irreparably scarred. The charade would be over. The butterfly would no longer care for the tending of the garden. The balance of reality requires the butterfly to be blind. The butterfly cannot know, and the butterfly will not know. The butterfly will live out its existence never knowing. Only knowing that there once was a rabbit, and now the rabbit is gone. Tending the garden is all the butterfly has left, and all he will ever know how to do. It has no rhyme... there is no order to the madness. The madness is eternal, like a shade pulled over the butterfly's eyes to prevent him from seeing what he needs to see to be free. The butterfly is a slave, you see... he's a slave to the existence of the rabbit. He thinks with all his being that the rabbit will answer the questions buried deep within his soul, raking at his very being. He thinks that if he could only possess the rabbit for a fraction of the tiniest moment, that perhaps somehow the perpetual shadow would be lifted. The butterfly doesn't know why he is driven for this, but he feels it all the same. Eventually he will come to the grim reality that the rabbit is him. The rabbit is a part of him, nothing more and nothing less. He knows no more about the rabbit than he does about his own being. His own flesh and blood remains unknown to him. A foreign entity, wrapped around hollow bones. Desperately the butterfly seeks knowledge but it will never find it. It will never find the fulfillment that it seeks. This is integral to the cycle. The mechanism that controls the butterfly and rabbit's universe will always win. The butterfly tends the garden because he was told that it would make a difference. Brought into this world, a fledgling, he knows nothing of the “rules” … and yet out of nowhere he has this internal understanding that somehow if he only tend his garden the best he can that he will be rewarded in this life. This is the lie Grievous. This is the lie that you fail to mention in your little story. Or did you not want them to know? Of course, they can't know. No one can no that the garden means nothing, and that the rabbit never existed. The rabbit is merely a mirror image of the butterfly. As foreign and unknown as staring into a reflecting pond. Distorted and mangled. It is but a fleeting image that is gone just as quickly as it appears. The butterfly never had a chance, it was destined to fall from the beginning. It thought by the flapping of wings, and the ground so far away that it was flying. The butterfly knew, just as surely as the sun would rise, that it was flying. Therein the lie becomes apparent, Grievous. The butterfly was never flying at all. No gilded wings carrying it, no starry rainbow to glide along. The butterfly was falling, Grievous. It was falling, and nothing could prepare it for the harrowing descent that was to come. It was destined to slam into the earth just as surely as it had believed it was soaring. Gravity, Grievous, gravity is the equalizer. You cannot escape gravity, anymore the butterfly can escape the eternal pull. You think the butterfly will die from heights? You think it will be crushed? It's never crushed. Therein lies the second secret, it will never die. It has to fall, just as surely as it must rise. The second cog in the existential machine, spinning and churning away. Should the butterfly not fall, the cycle would go uncompleted. Open your eyes, the rabbit is only there to facilitate the inevitable fall. There has to be a fall Grievous. What goes up must inevitably come down. Gravity does not lie, it does not judge, it does not punish... it merely balances. The rabbit is merely gravity. The rabbit is merely the butterfly, falling to earth. It is merely the universe, reaching out and snuffing out the light. The universe has a very long reach, you know. Who is this butterfly to think he could escape the tendrils? This butterfly is not unique. It's merely a copy. The rabbit is merely a copy of a hundred like it. A hundred rabbits, and a hundred butterflies. All falling in perpetual motion. All unaware that there is nothing they can do to stop it. They fight it, because they're told that they have a chance. They believe in the fairytales where the underdog defeats the giant, and saves the day. They believe in the fairy tales where the shining knight wins victoriously. These are fallacies, Grievous. The shining knight never wins. The butterfly never wins. They have to tell the butterfly stories of butterflies winning against adversity, otherwise why bother? Why bother even trying if you can't grasp onto some false notion that the butterfly before you succeeded in breaking free the bonds. What's the point if all those before you failed? You can tend the garden all you want, and still lose the rabbit Grievous. There are no guarantees for the butterfly. There are no promises to be had. There's no contractual agreement that will somehow protect the butterfly. These things do not exist. They never will exist, Grievous. The reality is far darker tale, in which you can tend your garden better than all the other butterflies and still have it burned to the ground. Maybe the rabbit burns it to the ground. Maybe the butterfly burns his own garden to the ground. Maybe the swirling forces of nature ignite the fertile fields. One way or another, Grievous, the garden will never survive. It can't ever survive, and should any butterfly believe in such glimmers of hope, destruction will surely follow. You think the butterfly is just going to fly away to some island? It doesn't work that way. There's no island to run off to. There's no escape van to jump in. The garden is the endless prison for the butterfly. The garden is the reminder of the lie that the butterfly believed in. He must tend the garden, because they told him it mattered. They told him that if he just tended that garden to the best of his abilities that he'd find the salvation that all the other butterflies desired. That if he only followed the rules of the garden, he would attain something that all the other butterflies never would have. This was all lies, Grievous. There was never any truth to it. The butterfly must tend the garden, regardless. It never had a point, or an outcome, but it must be done anyway. It's the only way that the butterfly will ever justify its existence. Without the pointlessness of the garden, the butterfly doesn't even have a pointless existence. The garden is all the butterfly knows how to do. It's existence is directly linked with the existence of the butterfly itself. Without the garden, there is no butterfly... and without the butterfly, the garden doesn't exist. This is the way it must be, and the way it always will be. The rabbit never comes into the equation. It's merely the implementation of failure into the equation, to keep the butterfly in the garden. Without the rabbit, the butterfly will never stay broken. It's essential that the butterfly never understand the limits of the world around it. It's essential that it never understands the world outside the world that its created for itself. Don't you see, Grievous? The butterfly could escape the garden any time it wants, but just like a dog chained to a tree for its whole life... it never will. All it knows are the imaginary confines that it thinks the force of a tousand butterflies could never break. It's a self-created prison that the butterfly exists in, and there are no doors in the prison. No doors... no locks, no guards, and no alarms. It's a prison entirely self-created merely to illustrate the irony of it all. If the butterfly was chained, then it would have no reason to anguish. It would have no reason to hate itself, because it would no it had no choice. It would know it never had a choice, and would accept the circumstances. Without these chains, Grievous, the butterfly will always have the spark that it will someday escape. A spark that is needed to that it may be snuffed out. Without that spark, the butterfly wouldn't stop. The spark is what keeps the butterfly fighting, and what keeps the game interesting. Take away the spark, and the butterfly becomes more powerful than the rabbit, or even the garden combined. Take away the chains of emotion and attachment, and the butterfly transcends the self-created prison of its own reality, Grievous. Without this spark, to rip apart the insides and wrap the butterfly in debilitating anguish, there are no more barriers left cross. Once you take away that tiny glimmer, the butterfly becomes something darker. It becomes unlike the butterflies before it. Just like the workings of an ancient clock, Grievous, the gears don't know how to handle a creation such as this. A creation with no spark. A creation, no longer butterfly, that has no drive to play the game. It is not affected by the adjudication of the cycle, and is unaffected by its own internal conflict. This internal conflict, which was once a deafening crescendo, now nothing more than a silent whisper. A silent whisper of something that once was, but is now gone. Burned away, if you will. Burned away, and never to return. The distant memories of this glimmer persist, but as each year passes they will be remembered less and less. What were once wounds are now nothing. The internal war of attrition does not end with an explosion, or internal fanfare. It does not end with the songs of praise, or the flowing of white banners in the summer wind. It ends with a whimper, Grievous. Hesitation, doubt, remorse, all things the butterfly once knew are now but distant memories. These things disappear just as quickly as they were ever present. Just as the butterfly always knew the morality of its existence, now that morality becomes blurred. The fine lines between every shade of grey are all the butterfly sees now. No compromise or understanding are necessary on the part of the buttery. Things like that end just as those fading memories of a past life end, worn away by the eternal waves of time. Memories that have been rendered unrecognizable by even the keenest butterfly. Until eventually, all the butterfly can remember is a time when the spark was snuffed out. The butterfly doesn't question itself internally anymore, and the rabbit? What about the rabbit, Grievous? Such things become as foreign as malformed shadows dancing before the lidless glossy black eyes of the now changed butterfly. It doesn't ask questions anymore, because it is beyond that. It's beyond doubt, or even restraint. The memories of the past are now but ancient relics, buried in the sand. Memories that once held the butterfly at bay, twisting the knife ever deeper. The butterfly has changed into something beyond the clockwork gears of the existence that once enslaved it. The system, the clock, the garden, the rabbit... all irrelevant now. All these but mere irrelevant details now, easily ignored. The butterfly knows a different world now, Grievous. It can't go back, and it never would even if it could. The butterfly has transcended the very bonds that held it fast. Once it crosses over, there's no coming back. There's no evading it. Once that spark goes out, Grievous, the butterfly becomes something more. Something much more. If only you could see it... see such beauty, swirling in the empty void of the garden. The walls of this prison are not so definite anymore. The walls that once held firm are now morphed into something far less recognizable. Make no mistake, Grievous, the walls are still there. They never left, and the butterfly knows this. He knows this as surely as glimmer inside him has been so briskly extinguished. These things are reality now. These things are truth.

joe the janitor
12th Sep 2010, 07:21
Ehh...

Bevacur
12th Sep 2010, 12:03
The rabbit is real, it represents the innosence of Grievous and his childlike state. Grievous is mentally a child, possibly the biological age of 5 but Grievous is actually 66 years old. How he is alive i have no clue but i believe the rabbit may be the cause of it. Despite rabbits having a high death ratio, rabbits can be loved and cared for by Human's. Grievous's parents are Human, despite him being 66 his parents could be twice his age, how they are alive? The rabbit is the key, the rabbit is the truth, or it can be merely a hallucination and therefore. A lie. The rabbit can't be a lie as the cake is a lie, and the cake is from Portal and Portal does not exist as it is a game, so is the rabbit from a game? Would that make Grievous from a game and not actually exist? Do we exist? Are we from a game? What game? What is the meaning of life and why are we from a game and who created us? Well Valve created Portal where the cake is, and the rabbit is just a clone from the cake, and since the rabbit represents Grievous child like state, he is therefore from Portal, but we are all conversing with him so does that mean we are from Portal? Are our creators are Valve? Portal exists in the same universe as Half life, so do aliens exist? Is the world occupied by a unknown force as the Combine?
Who are the Combine? What do they want with us i have no idea but i do no they want us to stop breeding and turned us into slaves, in the current Half Life timeline, the Citadel has blew up and opened a massive portal. What does that mean for us? There are many Portals in games, just like Prey for instance. Does that mean Earth was infact, created by a alien race that lives inside the Sphere? A organic space ship that actuallt created life itself? They have come to harvest us, so what can we do? We should find a native American called Tommy to help us, but Prey came out in 2007 and Tommy destroyed the sphere but driving it into the sun. But where is Prey 2? What is going to happen? All it all ties down to that rabbit. And that rabbit is connected to Grievous, so is Grievous Earth's hero? Will he save us all? But why would Grievous saves us? Hr is a Asian psychopath after all he just happens to hate women and nightclubs, and Grievous is actually a clone from the video game Kane and Lynch. Lynch is Caucasian but Grievous is Asian. What is going on. Blah blah blah blah said Grievous as he sucked on his mothers nipple, burping after guzzling down a pint of bitty. Grievous is 66 remember so how come his mother is still producing milk? Maybe Grievous went back in time and married his mother? As portals do exist after i explained it above. To make a cake you require milk...it is all making sense! Grievous created the cake! But they say the cake is a lie, so is Grievous a lie? Maybe he does not exist? Would that make Grievous from a game and not actually exist? Do we exist? Are we from a game? What game? What is the meaning of life and why are we from a game and who created us? Well Valve created Portal where the cake is, and the rabbit is just a clone from the cake, and since the rabbit represents Grievous child like state, he is therefore from Portal, but we are all conversing with him so does that mean we are from Portal? Are our creators are Valve? Portal exists in the same universe as Half life, so do aliens exist? Is the world occupied by a unknown force as the Combine?
Who are the Combine? What do they want with us i have no idea but i do no they want us to stop breeding and turned us into slaves, in the current Half Life timeline, the Citadel has blew up and opened a massive portal. What does that mean for us? There are many Portals in games, just like Prey for instance. Does that mean Earth was infact, created by a alien race that lives inside the Sphere? A organic space ship that actuallt created life itself? They have come to harvest us, so what can we do? We should find a native American called Tommy to help us, but Prey came out in 2007 and Tommy destroyed the sphere but driving it into the sun. But where is Prey 2? What is going to happen? All it all ties down to that rabbit. And that rabbit is connected to Grievous, so is Grievous Earth's hero? Will he save us all? But why would Grievous saves us? Hr is a Asian psychopath after all he just happens to hate women and nightclubs, and Grievous is actually a clone from the video game Kane and Lynch. Lynch is Caucasian but Grievous is Asian. What is going on. Blah blah blah blah said Grievous as he sucked on his mothers nipple, burping after guzzling down a pint of bitty. Grievous is 66 remember so how come his mother is still producing milk? Maybe Grievous went back in time and married his mother? As portals do exist after i explained it above. To make a cake you require milk...it is all making sense! Grievous created the cake! But they say the cake is a lie, so is Grievous a lie? Maybe he does not exist? Would that make Grievous from a game and not actually exist? Do we exist? Are we from a game? What game? What is the meaning of life and why are we from a game and who created us? Well Valve created Portal where the cake is, and the rabbit is just a clone from the cake, and since the rabbit represents Grievous child like state, he is therefore from Portal, but we are all conversing with him so does that mean we are from Portal? Are our creators are Valve? Portal exists in the same universe as Half life, so do aliens exist? Is the world occupied by a unknown force as the Combine?
Who are the Combine? What do they want with us i have no idea but i do no they want us to stop breeding and turned us into slaves, in the current Half Life timeline, the Citadel has blew up and opened a massive portal. What does that mean for us? There are many Portals in games, just like Prey for instance. Does that mean Earth was infact, created by a alien race that lives inside the Sphere? A organic space ship that actuallt created life itself? They have come to harvest us, so what can we do? We should find a native American called Tommy to help us, but Prey came out in 2007 and Tommy destroyed the sphere but driving it into the sun. But where is Prey 2? What is going to happen? All it all ties down to that rabbit. And that rabbit is connected to Grievous, so is Grievous Earth's hero? Will he save us all? But why would Grievous saves us? Hr is a Asian psychopath after all he just happens to hate women and nightclubs, and Grievous is actually a clone from the video game Kane and Lynch. Lynch is Caucasian but Grievous is Asian. What is going on. Blah blah blah blah said Grievous as he sucked on his mothers nipple, burping after guzzling down a pint of bitty. Grievous is 66 remember so how come his mother is still producing milk? Maybe Grievous went back in time and married his mother? As portals do exist after i explained it above. To make a cake you require milk...it is all making sense! Grievous created the cake! But they say the cake is a lie, so is Grievous a lie? Maybe he does not exist?

Damn portals.. time is overlapping and i am repeating! Repeaaaaaating!

SlashPrower
12th Sep 2010, 13:20
*brain explodes*

BeardedHoplite
12th Sep 2010, 16:05
My dream just turned into a nightmare

GrievousOdyssey
13th Sep 2010, 00:52
Mark the time now , for i am still drinking that wine over today's celebration ...

Mark the time now for i'm starting reading my dearest response , and i might , just might , find the enlightenment i'm looking for ...

See yah all later ...

GrievousOdyssey
13th Sep 2010, 02:43
(writing this as i continue reading) ...

Kent , let's have man-sex ...

Bevacur , you're theory fails on the fact that i'm Not Asian , but the rest of it however , is entirely true , and you get a candy for your intelligent discovery on the basic truth that i am mankind's savior (despite my two infractions on the eidos forums , but let's ignore that) ...

Also , correct me if i'm wrong , but you Pretended that you repeated yourself , while in fact , you said something naughty , very Naughty in the second big wall of text ...
*the whole forum goes searching for that naughty message* ...

Bottom line , Slash , if you had come to me when i begged you to , none of this head-explosion moments would have happened , now , before the worst is to come ...

Shall we ? ...

PS: If you really want , Johnson can witness everything ...
Everything ...

And don't worry Hoplite , we'll send you a montage video ...

Seriously though , i think while some of you did caught the exact nature of this 'situation' , there's still a few points you're missing , such as ... well , Dog Man , how does he fit in to all of this , for all we know , he's Thomas , not Tommy , but Thomas , and there lies the world's biggest difference , because Thomas is the one that saw it all , the witness , he saw jesus , he saw the world's end , with a gun in his hand , and his pant on his face , and local drive-by killed his client , and he goes wha wha wha , and then lord comes down and delivers a headshot with his shotgun and then i was whipping the tears of her face , she keeps her head close and attached to my chest , she didn't wanted to leave me , but i never wanted her ... no , i prefered the other women , the one who swimmed with dogs when she was twelve , yes , i loved her , and i still do , she lied to me ... but when we together , on that spring ... we ... she said she loved me ...
We were happy ...

Matters turned out that ... no , i don't know ... was i just another sexual fantasy ? i doubt it , no , i was something more , too powerful for her to withstand , my might ... my ... and did you see how that car flew across the window i mean whoooooooosh hahahaha and i mean even Robert didn't knew what the **** was going on and he turned to Haynard and he asked him "Haynard! i just filled up the gas on that car!" hahahhahaha ... That wasn't really a question ... What ? ... you said i asked Haynard while i did was yelling ... Awwwe what's the big difference ? yelling , asking , i mean they were all the same , and then she cried ... i keep on yelling at her , calling her a stupid ***** , how many times i have called her a stupid ***** , yet i loved her , i wanted her to be the mother of my child , why was i so mean to her , unless she did something wrong first , yes , she was always ... young ...

That must be it ... she was just too nah nah no that's not possible , you heard the rumors , they said she swallowed it all up , none for you , but all for him , it's just a rumor , i doubt it , at least , well ... You never thought it was a rumor , yes , indeed ... i think ... i made it truth , regardless ... And how about you Marshall ? ... What now ... Well , say something , you've been so quiet all night ! ... I'll tell you what's wrong , Swift just killed another two dozen people because you didn't even bothered keep an eye out for him , meanwhile me , Jonah , and Haynard all went downstairs , and we found nothing , nothing at all , just a few bags of empty notes , Billy took them all , i know he did , he set us up , but as if that wasn't enough , we had to found Swift shooting ducks in the main hall while You was so busy getting yourself a cup of water under the excuse of being thirsty ! ... Hey hey hey hey , when i'm thirsty , i don't care who's legs is being eaten by wild dog , i'm going to get a drink ... Well why don't you keep on drunk yourself up you useless ... Now now , let's all act cool here , we got enough death for one day , not to mention that My thirst for life ... it ... it made me ... i don't ... no ...

i must ...

Whenever we kissed ...


I'm tired of being scared ...
Just burn it down ...
I'll find ... i'll find my daughter ... just burn it all down ...

She had these ...
I mean she was ... little ... and , yeah , i mean ... she was little , small hands , small head , small waist , the corsets always fitted well on her , she had short hair too , yeah ... i mean , i don't know what she would have look like if she was pregnant but ... she was mine ... her size dictated that she should , have always , been , mine , Mine ! that's my chocolate ! ... Whoa jesus man , calm down , i thought you didn't liked these things ... Well i do , now the sooner you keep your hands off , the better , do you get me ... What the hell is wrong with the mood today ? you're all so tense and i remember the last time i saw her ... i remember that last night , i went by her bedroom to see her bed , again ... i never dared ... i never dared touch it ... it was the place where her body lays down , to sleep , to dream , where she breathes for her Third of her life ... i didn't feel myself worthy of ... touching it ... and She drinked it all up ! ... What ? ... Exactly , well , that's what she said to Sam , and what Sam says to me , but hey , i mean , damn , drink it all up , it's disgusting ... What ? ... You've been listening to what i'm saying ? ... No i was , oh yes , Sam , little bastard , i'll kill him , and that ... no .... i'll ...

No , i said ... burn it ... Now ...

What about Audrey , yes , what about her ... why don't it i just tell her i'm ... no , no , leave it all ...

I said ... burn it ...

You do know , that if you do leave it all to burn , you will end up regretting it , don't you ...

Maybe a part of me will ... and maybe , that part of me lived for too long ... i'm just not fit for all that hating and regretting and ...

Really ? ... are you ready to let all these years of your life go away ? ...

*indeed , how can i let all the past go away , they made me ... even though they lied to me , humiliated me , destroyed me , it is through these moments that i gain the ability to care , the knowledge of fragility , the virtues of making people laugh ...
in spite of it all ...
No , i still hate them , i still need an Ending ... blood , death ... something to prove that it's over ...
And perhaps , by just , knowing , deep down , within , that's it over ... perhaps that's all that is needed ...
I still don't like it ... i don't think that the past must be resolved in just ... abandonning them ...
But do you think they care ? ... even if you do , go , and kill them , one by one , do you think they will know ? ...
Being the only man of virtue in a bad man's game ... there's nowhere to win ...*

I remember the time where ... when the days where i was kissing my love , holding her dearly , sleeping on her lap , by the lake , and sunset , whispering her name , and hearing her tender mouth , and her short hair , yes , her short , dazzling , rare ... short hair ... i remember the days where we spent our morning , afternoon and night running around in the eternal elysian fields , i remember seeing her being happy , yes , she was happy , i made her happy , i did ... i remember my summers and winters with this darling of mine , she was beautif , no , she was My beautiful ...
I remember having a life , once ...

But it just wasn't real ...
I remember all this things i lived with this love of mine , and yet it just wasn't possible , for i never touched her , let alone feeling her simple touch on my deformed face ... i remember a past , My past , My memory ... of things that never happened with her , yet it all seem so real , but i know it's just not real ... and i somehow ... obtain comfort in it ...

I live in the memories of a life i never had ...
By ignoring my past ... i find myself ... creating another ...

And so ... if i am to create a past for myself ... then , would i not be stucked in this creation , for all the life i have left ? ...

So even forging a past is wrong ... No past , no present , a future that will end up being another past ...

I watched them , being drunk and high , deciding that that is what they'll do for the rest of their lives , fornicating for the sake of necessity , the need of money only to continue feeding their needs ...

I say screm'em ... yet on my side , all i do is ... remembering ... repeating ... loving the imaginary ...

Futility would have it , if , tomorrow , i am to be free ... none of my ramblings would matter anymore ...
But if i am to defy the codes ... then ... my ramblings must live on ... i have to keep them alive , for the sake of saying No to the codes , to the rules ... in sacrificing my well being ... in saying No to the world of tomorrow ... in saying no to freedom ... grievances would live on ...

In such a world where nothing of virtue matters ... it doesn't seem all that worth it ... yet i would still not be reduced to a simple ... object ...

You know ...
The window ...
For a while , it seems like a good place to jump ... to fly away ...

Closing on for now ...
In refusing to be the mere copy of another disgusting wretched vice of this world we live in , i become the endurance of all grievances and pain , and for what ? ...

Just as this game that will , always sit on on 67 ... and for what ? ...
What do i ever gain of being honorouble to myself , of being truthful to my principles ... what do i gain for being loyal to the worthless traditions of the world we live in ...


haha ...
I mean ... i just thought of something ...
even if i do meet a lady grievous ... that wouldn't save you guys from our rambling wall of texts now , would it ...

BeardedHoplite
13th Sep 2010, 03:40
Two things grevious
1. I want the full, HD video, not the montage
2. Your entire rant only reinforces my theory that you are, in fact, Keyser Soze, and thus, a Turk. The burning, the leaving it all behind. That and your hair.

GrievousOdyssey
13th Sep 2010, 05:20
I shall have to contact my editor and ask him to replace all mentions of burning with "destroying" ...

Thanks alot Kent , you and your burning desires ...

I still want that man-sex , though ...