End of the Line

And what do you know, Nexon shut Sydney down.

Who called it? Who called it?

(I did.)

Looks like I got banned just in time. Well, Mr. Korn or whatshisface lawyer is at it again, but it looks like this time they're not getting up. The community was epic failing anyways.

"Distinguished members" are regrouping to a new Pserver. Pitiable. Any "Distinguished member" I remember is long gone. SydneyMS has become a toxic wasteland. All Nexon has done is nuke it.

So, for the second time, I say goodbye to SMS. The first one was personal. It appears that this one is for real.

I have many ideas and opinions concerning the shutdown of these servers, but I'll keep them to myself. Nobody needs to hear all that anyways, and if there's one thing I learned from playing SMS is that waxing eloquently gets you nowhere.

All I can say is: You guys had it coming.

End of an Era.

Well, looks like it's high time to find a new server.

Thanks to everyone who made my time in SydneyMS awesome. ;D

Depressed

There isn't much to say. I feel betrayed, everywhere I turn to. SMS used to be fun. The community ruined it, and I sought consoling from the GMs, who seemed to understand and emphatize with my plight.

They don't. It was all a lie. It's all a lie. I'm sick of the lies. I've had it.

I'm on the edge. A little push, and I'm out of here. Goodbye, Sydney.

I doubt you'll miss me.

Idea-less

Well, it's not that I've run out of ideas for things to post, but you probably don't need to know them, like "I have a runny nose, but why is it only in my right nostril?" and things like that.

So, just to prove that I am alive and care about this blog, I will post to remind you guys that I'm still posting.

Also trying to learn Java.
Harder than it looks.

._.

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I am a depressed goose-stepper.

Trouble-shooting everywhere.

v62 down. This down. That down. Not seeming to get better anywhere.

I want to quiiiiiit. D:

But it's too late. Wasted too much time to just give up.

So I hang on, and maybe something good will happen. Like a mass pandemic.

I realize now how dependent I am on my online friends.

You guys are the bestest. Except for the greedy nubs. I live to eradicate thou.

I smite thee!

C. O. M. C. A. S. T.

I'll admit it. Comcast's new commercial has brainwashed me.

New sensations sending shivers flying further dreaming bigger single cable one decision internet phone television high speed internet elation crazy fast acceleration awe-inspiring screaming yelling ROTFLing voicemail email all connected caller ID friend detected Kelly calling conference Karen so much stuff to share with Sharon more HD awesome addition net-defying definition ninjas cowboys gangsters coppers huge explosions helicopters jumps fantastic shows outstanding motherload of on-demanding hometown showdown perfect timing courtside kicking back unwinding happy high tech automatic exponentially ecstatic speeding forward future hopping always dreaming never stopping C O M C A S T C O M C A S T!

Charity's End

The temerity of the v62 community astounds me. Following my great act of charity, instead of helping me poke fun at Josie, they mock me.

Who dropped 200 chickens, just now, to feed your greedy, selfish inventories?

I did.

Who makes every effort to answer every question, help every new player?

I do.

What do I get back?

._.

This disappoints me. I thought v62 has a chance.

Nay, it still does. But a small one at that. Still, a fighting chance. We can make it. We can pull through.

Until then, I stop chicken drop events. Want more? Want more? WANT MORE?

Earn it. There are no more meal tickets. Welcome to the big world.

And see what you have wrought.

Protein Shakes

Imagine a VitaSoy chocolate flavored drink (for you non-asians, think chocolate soy milk), take about half the box and combine it with half a cup of water, and add silt until it achieves the consistency of loose mud.

You have just made a Protein Shake- chocolate flavor, great taste!

This ad campaign is misleading. The taste is great only if you are a) a pig or b) a professional truffle hunter/mud eater, a.k.a. PIG.

I propose shipping all these protein drinks to the pigs in France, so that they may indulge in vaguely chocolate-mud flavored protein and dig for more truffles. Thus, we no longer have to deal with nasty drinks and the pigs get to, well, pig out. In the end, we're happy, the pigs are happy, and more importantly, the french are happy.

In other news, I've decided to get a netbook. I'm either going to wait for Apple's rumored netbook (WHICH WOULD BE EPIC WIN), or just go for an Acer Aspire One, which is the (currently) next best option. And if the Apple "netbook" ends up costing more than 400 dollars, I'll just go for the Acer. Unless they come out with the Acer Aspire Two, or something else awesome. Either way, I will have an awesome portable computer.

Someday.

sydneyms.org Is DOWN.

Much to my chagrin, not only is v62 down, the forums are down as well.

Normally, if v62 goes down, we can go to the forums to chat and surf around.

When the forums go down, we hop on the game to chat and run around.

When both are down, it's like getting stuck with no cell phone in the middle of Kansas during a snowstorm.

._.

No offense, Kansanians.

The Curious Case of Curious Phil

Phil was below-decks when the cannon shells started flying. He was knocked off his feet when one struck the hold, and, being curious as he was, he went to peer out. As he curiously examined the splintered shards of wood, the enemy sailors, too lazy to move their cannons, fired again at the exact same spot.

When the enemies had been fought off, Captain Obvious descended into the hold to survey the damage. "Phil!", he cried, and cradled Phil's head in his arms, because he couldn't find the rest of him.

"Gentlemen," he addressed the gathered sailors. "Phil here fought a valiant battle for his life, but lost. However, we must let him be remembered. How might we do this?"

"Aren't there jewels out on the side planks?" some sailor said.

"Yes," mused Captain Obvious. "Curious Phil, in his curiosity, must have gone outside to examine them! But with the bombshells on his tail, it's no wonder he exploded. At least we have his head. And now," he continued, "I declare the following- 'CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT'!"

Ever since then, whenever a person or feline named Phil is tragically killed in a maritime explosion, mourners say "curiosity killed the cat".

Next week, we explore the origin of "shut your trap and eat your spinach".

Ads

The ads. They are coming.

But you don't care, right? Just ignore them.

++The ads do not exist++

Just keep clicking. Want those chickens? Want to know the latest? Some day this is going to be a big enterprise, and you can say you were ahead of the curve.

Back from badminton practice, at any rate. Wasn't bad. I need to work harder. As usual. Work harder. Work harder.

And now, time to work on my research project on "artificial intelligence". Fun stuff, right? I can't write a report about that without including something about Halo, so it'll probably ramble off into a plot summary of the Halo series, including Forerunner A.I.s, Guilty Spark, protocol, and sentience.

Some quote I remember: "We singles players don't fight to the death. We fight to the pain." Something like that.

I've got the pain. Now let me win, too.

More thoughts tomorrow, if I remember.

The ads do not exist.

Again

Every flippin time I say I'm going to update this, I don't.

Well, here I am. Super Oli PC is done, and beta is released. v62 is out, but heavily bugged. I got to be beta. :DDD

Now people follow me and randomly buddy me. I try to help and be generous, but because of the mysterious white boxes it's kind of hard.

Weird community is turning into a love web.

._.

Anyhow, not much more to say. Waiting for v62 to come back up so I can give away more chickens.

I'm like frickin Oprah.

You get a scroll! You get a scroll! You get a scroll!

If you read this, go on v62 and whisper Apokamoka "Oprah" for 25 free chickens. One time use only. Void where prohibited.

Ranting of an insecure genius

Super Oliver PC is coming along nicely. I STILL need people to give me music ideas + an icon file for it. Or else it will be a red ball forever.

I logged on to SMS today, and it was boring. Good news: a lot of the nubs are gone, along with their questions. Bad news: Without them, it's boring. How do you fight a war when the enemy has all run away?

._.

So now i'm reduced to posting in a blog that nobody reads, and listening to the SMS Radio. Nobody responds on MSN, and Vent is boring, people talking about Pokemon games or something.

Nerds...

Anyhow, after my eight hour GameMaker marathon yesterday to wrap up my first release of Super Oli PC, I don't really feel like working on it. However, I have a great idea for an IMPOSSIBLE boss. :D

Fun stuff. I'm also thinking of making a website or something. I just have to learn HTML. I'm pretty sure I kind of knew it when I was like... 10... I made a Bionicle website.

Anyhow, that's about it.

I'll either start making a conscious effort to keep this blog updated from now on or leave it to rot.

Which reminds me. I need to find somewhere to upload Bob's Radio Show.

~Poka out.