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Gamers Are Good People, Too
The Ticktockman writes "For years, gamers have been looked down upon by the media. We are said to be crazy lunatics who, given the chance, might decide to shoot up our school because of the games we play. Well, the game-themed webcomic Penny Arcade has had enough. They have now started a little something with the Seattle Children's Hospital called 'Child's Play', where gamers can buy videogame and non-game-related gifts for patients there. So if you feel like showing the world that gamers are compassionate people too, then head on over to the Penny Arcade 'Child's Play' page for more details."
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GNAA FAILS IT LIKE A NIGGER
...with the money -_-
I did not sleep well that night. I lay awake beside a cuffed and taped Misato and thought about what I'd done to Asuka. I was terrified that somehow, someone had discovered her and that any minute now, the police would be kicking down the door to take me away.
Yes, I wanted to hurt her. Yes, I wanted to humiliate her. Yes, I wanted to degrade her. Yes, more than anything, I wanted to rape her. I wanted to see her pain and tears. I wanted for her to suffer as much as she had made me suffer.
I hadn't meant to go that far. I wanted to break her down so that she would willingly become mine, just like Misato. Another pet woman for me to play with as I saw fit, to fuck, reward and punish like a common dog or cat.
She'd made me angry and I lost my control, that was all. It was much to late to go back and change things now. I would have to altar my plans. It was getting light in the sky by the time I managed to snatch some sleep - by that time I'd realised that there was only one path that Asuka could now take. There was a tight feeling of fear and of excitement in my stomach. As soon as I'd decided what I would do, I suddenly felt really free and easy - like a weight had been lifted from my mind. Like I now had a purpose.
I got up before 7, got washed and dressed and had something to eat. Misato was still really groggy from the morphine I'd given her the day before last as she could hardly keep her eyes open. I gave her another small dose just to make sure and watched her fall asleep. I had a small shot myself to steady me.
Rooting around the house, I gathered some gear together, filling my backpack and a sports bag. I opened the bedroom drawer and removed Misato's gun. I checked that the clip was full and then I slid it into the back of my pants, pulling my shirt over it.
Asuka had been missing for over 24 hours now. I had no idea what had happened in the meanwhile or what action had been taken.
PenPen was awake and pottering around the kitchen. I put a bowl of water and some penguin chow out for him, considering that Misato would be in no state to do this today. I stroked the top of his head and tickled his chin.
Then I left the house and returned to the scene of the crime.
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Asuka was almost completely unrecognisable. Her whole body was nearly one big black bruise. Her face was swollen to almost twice its normal size and tilted to one side, drool sliding out of her mouth. Her eyes were open and staring vacantly. Her hair was a ragged and torn mess and there were large pools of blood soaked into the floorboards beneath her nailed hands (when I first entered, I could see that there were two red marks on the ceiling where her blood had dripped through overnight).
Her pulse and breathing were really weak and she didn't even react when she saw me. I think her body was in shock - I could see that she was dying.
I unzipped my pants and mounted her body. Her pussy was almost swollen shut from the punishment I'd given her yesterday and she was impossibly tight. I could feel her flesh tearing as I started to rape her. There was only a slight trembling of her body beneath me. Her bleeding cunt provided me with enough lubrication for a good, hard fuck.
So turned on was I by seeing Asuka in such a terrible state that it only took me a couple of minutes to shoot my load inside her. I bit her cheek HARD as I came, cutting into the skin. Asuka could only manage a strangled moan.
As I was recovering, I decided to get out my claw hammer and break her fingers one by one. She kicked out feebly at me at each blow of the hammer, trying to pull her hands free from the nails. I could see her skin starting to tear a bit. After I broke one hand, I did the other. I loved the crunching sound they made. Then I went back and worked the broken fingers over again, just to make sure. Asuka vomited blood through her gag and passed out. I worked her feet over, to finish the job. I realised that that there would not be much more time left to do this
Apparently you haven't seen all these complaints regarding a lack of nerdiness in Slashdot articles.
If Penny Arcade really feels in a generous holiday spirit, they'd quit posting their horrid comics at us. I go along with Jeff K on this.
Slashdot: providing anti-social weirdos a soapbox, since 1997.
He's the Cardboard Tube Samurai, Ninjas are his enemies.
Someone is wrong on the Internet!
Yeah.
Ever notice how non-black males have been portrayed as inferior to black males, in films and TV, for the past 10 years? Black males are portrayed as having wisdom (sexual or otherwise) to lend to white men (level-headed best friend), or are shown as sexual machines who cuckold white men with their own white wives regularly, or just outright claim their superiority (the rapper Fabolous, in a video where he moves back and forth between two white women, says he is better than "white vanilla studs, cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here they just might go tell a judge").
How many feel-good black movies have there been that use white men in antagonistic roles, with the black man ending up with the white girl? This is not fairness, this is exploitation. And somehow if a white guy makes a fuss, he is seen as a racist. But if the races of all the actors was switched from black to white and vice-versa, there would be riots in the streets ending in lootings, fires, and murder.
It's funny, it makes sense -- and its cured me of my irrational bias against male gay black jewish muslims! Except Sammy Davis Jnr.
.... like raiiaaaiiin on your wedding day. Get a basic grasp of the English language. Bloody Americans.
It appears your satire has been mistaken as your actual opinion, mainly because it's just not well-written satire. I'm not flaming you... in fact, it seemed like well-written commentary to me, just not satire. You weren't extreme enough (except possibley the "beat your children" line) to really show the reader that you were being sarcastic for the whole post. This is evidenced by the +3 informative, rather than the +3 funny.
And if the satire really is painfully obvious, then I suppose I should appologize for my ignorance.
Aside from that, I belive my post still has merit and I stick by my comments.
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That Christmas tree looks like someone puked on it.
To be honest, I won't help american kids get more video games, sorry. Why not help kids in your own country? That would be a lot nicer of you, I'd say.
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