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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| I still have invites to hand out. Send me your current e-mail address to x3ph1r at gmail dot com. If you're interested. And, no, I can't tell you secrets about our Activision games. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Wanna know we do at work when we're bored with games, and just wanna surf the net?
Badgers!! Hey, we do get bored of testing the same game over and over. But, oddly enough, I still crave the game... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| In relation to the Numa Numa one, I have a video of myself dancing and singing to the tune of an animal song from savage garden. Sadly, I'm not placing it anywhere online. I don't even know if its still on my computer... | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. By: Zabuza The addled and frustrated mind of the tortured writer, sitting on his bed listening to one of his favorite movies, typing away on his laptop computer in hopes of working out the next bit of masterful garbage to indulge his friends and coworkers… But, an infestation of writer’s block had entered and muddied his brain preventing any attempt of his creative juices to flow through the veins of the soulless individual. He rubbed his left index finger gently over the letter “T” on his keyboard trying to loosen the small bit of muddy dust that had caked on the lower edge of the key. Several other keys on the left side of the keyboard shared the T’s fate since the writer was plagued by a condition that caused his palms to constantly sweat no matter the temperature. It was a source of great frustration, but he had long since learned to cope with the thin layer of moisture that had infected his keyboards, papers, pens, and desk. It was three in the morning on that oddly frigid day, late in August of the year 2005, when he discovered that his frustration stemmed from that horrid and wretched story that he had so enticed upon the thirsty minds of his coworkers. It was that story, one of several unfinished ideas that swirled violently around the depths of his dark mind, the only story with complicated meanings, a contrived storyline, and multiple dynamic characters. The story had manifested itself into a big headache, but he felt oddly compelled to finish it. Unfortunately, his three attempts thus far to initiate the story had failed. The idea was sound and very different from his writing style and genre, and twitched and coursed through his creative channels in ways he had never dreamed! But, he lacked the ability to formulate anything to remotely capture the attention of anyone outside of his target audience, and that caused him much anguish. There were three variations of the story floating around on his laptop, and several more interpretations swimming in the vast dead sea of his mind. It was starting to eat him whole causing all of his attention to constantly focus upon the intricate mechanics of the story, searching non-stop for the weaknesses of his coworkers—the main characters of this work—in hopes of capturing each and everyone of them perfectly. In hopes that any reader would be able to envision the two office buildings where they toiled, the inherent hatred harbored for the day shift from the night shift, and the darkness each character bellowed. Each attempt thus far had been a failure in his eyes, the tired sleepless eyes of the writer. He possessed a spirit that screamed to be let loose upon the digital pages of the laptop, but his inhibitions and striving for perfection had built a three-foot thick virtual firewall in the depths of his brain effectively halting any creative activity for the night. Frustration fell upon him early that morning resulting in an autobiographical recounting of his creative processes, and leaving him with the desire to soak in a warm bath for the rest of the morning. The work day would be quickly approaching in the next few hours, and he knew that he needed this moment to ignite the fires within in hopes of completing a task that he no longer felt like starting. But, he pitched stories well, and had captivated his potential audience before he even started producing any sort of work—digital or otherwise. It seemed like a good idea at the time, an inspiration that might cause his brain to illicit bloodless dreams that might ignite the juices, but it just made his head hurt and his sinuses play their violent thumping games. Apparently, sitting upside-down in the corner of his room with the laptop precariously balanced in front of him while playing a seething beat of electronic drums and bass tracks—courtesy of one of his talented and cute coworkers—and watching a swirling visually colorful display had proved a fruitless endeavor for the creative process, and an awesome purveyor of sinus headaches. Useless—utterly, utterly useless. All hope had been lost, and he felt that…wait! It was coming to him! The beginning had been captured so seamlessly, it just needed to be transcribed from the depths of his inner anime theater into words upon the digital page! If only it were that simple. To take the idealized style of his inner visual aesthetics and morph it into something that could be captured in the emotionless strokes of the pen, or in this case, the emotionless strokes of the keyboard. The task seemed impossible, and the story forever lost in the filing cabinets of the darkness of his psyche. At least until later that morning, when the seven hours of his despair ended and the first few words of his new work filtered through the muddiness of his brain, working their way through the energy channels within his body to the blank page and the black blinking cursor. Unless he became hampered again by meaningless details of the intricacies of the storyline, but he hoped to strive to move past that. There were just too many distractions in the world. The internet. The computers. Work. Videogames. Hot men. Music. Beauty. Love. Desire. Disgust. Nature. Everything. And, this contributed to everything around him, and helped him to harbor the objective negativity that fueled his mind, the energies that kept him striving to exist upon the wretched and torrid planet day in and day out. “Day in and day out.” Puh. He was literally tired of that phrase, and mentally spat upon the word as he typed it. Then, out of sheer curiosity, he glanced at his hands as they sailed across the keyboard wondering if each cell that made of his soulless body possibly possessed any source of emotion, sentient being, or otherwise any source of thought. And if so, he wondered what each and every single cell on his body thought of him. Then, as if the channel had swelled until they busted down the barrier set upon them, he wondered what the atoms that composed the cells and everything around him thought of him. He pondered on what his car might think of him, what his sheets and cell phone might wonder about him, what his clothes might question about his choices, weather his ceiling fan actually liked seemingly endlessly spinning for several hours at a time working to keep him cool. A sinister smirk appeared on his face slowly creasing his cheeks and eyes in hopes that it would spread into a smile. But, the smile never managed to surface. It wasn’t in his nature to smile. A smirk was as close to a smile as he was going to get. Besides, the word started with the same three letters, so it had to be acceptable…at least to him. A random thought had surpassed others in his brain during their mosh pit to the sounds of the ending credits for his favorite movie, a notion preconceived on the musings of a non-rested mass of gray matter, hoping that he could turn these random voices reverberating just outside his inner ears into a functioning work of fiction or whatever sputtered out. He coughed, and held his chest as the forced air moved quickly past his lips. The pain shot through the chest like a searing silver bullet through the hearts of the children of the night. He felt quite content to have become a child of the night. He felt at ease with the nighttime air and environment, and quite shunned by the fortitude of the glowing orb of daytime. He embraced his nighttime acuity, and hoped to hold onto his nocturnal desires for all of eternity. Where was this piece going? Who knows? It was just a mental exercise in futility; a task set upon him to capture the very essence of his mental frustrations, of his inner desires, of his creative flows. And he had failed in capturing a damned thing, but succeeded in thoroughly warming his lap underneath the computer and demolishing a wall that plagues so many writers and artists…at least until the next writing session took hold upon his body forcing him to walk around in a somber gait hoping to dishevel all the virtual shackles of existence and trudge through the pestilence of humanity. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 09:47 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Most of the cards we use at work are the NGC MC 1012 cards because we've got a lot to store. More than you could ever possibly imagine. So, they are the greatest cards. But, we still prefer the originals as well, since we have to test those too. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| It's another piece I'm working on concerning the deaths of the day shift worker at a fake software/gaming company based on my actual work environment...and stuff. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| I downloaded it.
I (painfully) read it. It's not my style, so I don't like it. It needs a lot of work. It doesn't flow. You need to create more description, but since its based on something that already exists, not too much. Just enough to help the n00bs, but not overpower the Halo freaks. It was an okay read, and it was painful because I was immediately disinterested. But, you read through my entire Soldier of Fortune, so I had to return the pleasure. I would like to see a better copy, though. Maybe a better developed copy. But, hey, I'm just critiquing. I tend not to read many other stories from other people since I'm always busy with my own. But, since you took the time to e-mail it to me, I read it. Anything I receive through e-mail is always at a higher priority than anything posted on a board. I'm not attempting to discourage you. I would like to read more, just in a better construction (GRAMMAR!!) than it is now. That's all. Granted, my SoF needs a lot of work, and that's why there hasn't been an update to the other SoF:A story. I'm working on it. Trying to expand upon it, provide more description, and remove unneeded elements. Overall: Needs work, but nice attempt. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| I am willing to do nothing more than being an editor. Time/Schedule permitting. I share my writing talents with no one. I share my editing talents with everyone. If you need one, don't hesitate to email me at LAlmodovar at Activision dot com. It's the only email address I check every single day.
If you don't care for my talents, but would prefer the artistic writing prowess of my talents, you're screwed there. Not getting that. I don't share that. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| I have no problem with connecting/disconnecting machines anymore mostly because its part of work now. I have to it at least once a week, move the Cube out of the way, plug in the XBOX. Move the XBOX, plug in the PS2. Move the Cube, XBOX, and PS2, plug in the XBOX 360. It's not tedious anymore.
But memory cards have evolved so little in the last few years, I wouldn't be surprised if every just starts marketing little external hard drives to replace them in a few years. Won't find out until the next E3. I actually get to go this time. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| I'd rather die playing a video game than testing it. But, I'm not complaining. I'm just bragging about my job. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Dream Car:
Any new year, Black Japanese Prius (because the American Prius doesn't park itself): 
Current Car: 1998 Mercury Tracer...responds (if he chooses) to the name Jack: 
He's reliable at 113,000+ miles, and he kind of tolerates me. He's got a crush on the Seaside Pearl Prius down the street a ways (Blue), but I love the Black one. Hooked all the other people in my group on the Prius. And, dammit! I'll have my Japanese Prius within the next five years!! (Last edited by Zabuza on 09-03-05 11:05 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| I know you said N64 or lower...but it's work!!
Work games that I can't mention because they aren't out yet are what takes away my time, energy, and life. Well, one game is being released soon, and I'll have my free copy of it in a few days, and my name is in the credits. They said I could talk about whatever is posted on the official website. So, I worked on Ultimate Spider-Man. That game has taken my life away, and I'll never have it back. Good game though. Can't talk about my current project assignment. Other than that, I'd say that GTA 1 & 2 took away my life before anything else. Maybe Pokemon. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Well, thank you. It's nice to know that I'm not full of myself. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Does it count if I used to be a hacker so I perfectly understand, read, and write 1337 to the point that I hate it with so much of a passion that I think every person on the planet that uses it should die a slow and painful death in a fiery tub of something slimy yet burny?
Does it also count that I'm so obsessed with gaming that I work at a videogame company just to purchase and play game all day? Does it count if I fall in love with videogame characters and not their human counterparts? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| It's not Spider-Man. It's Devil Jin from Tekken 5. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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Originally posted by SyntaxLegend Um, excuse me, but I do have a full time job. So full time that it takes away from everything and has left me with work and sleeping. Yes, I am older than you all, but not by much, and most of my languages I learned between the ages of 5 and 10. Hell, I had BASIC and FORTRAN down by the time I was 6. I, too, would have more languages down, but I changed my major to game design after acquiring my current position with Activision. So there. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Here's a summary on what my dream job has granted me:
Sleep, drive to work (carpool), work, drive home (carpool), repeat for six days. I have no social life anymore with my day off now being on Sunday--the one day of the week when there is nothing to do. Isn't that joyously awesome? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| Damn it. The only two games I've played I can't talk about. Damn you all.
Ultimate Spider-Man Activision/Treyarch: Read the website. Able to play as both Spider-Man and Venom. Great game. Can't divulge anything else, I signed an agreement and can lose my job. Project Y Activision/???: Can't tell you the name of the game. Can't tell you what the game does. Can tell you that it's an awesome game, and the best one so far in its series. I like the XBOX Live version of it, but prefer the XBOX 360 version because of the better graphics. In conclusion, as soon as the games are released, I'll fork over my professional opinion. Till then, you get that. Yay! (Last edited by Zabuza on 09-05-05 10:34 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| You know, I share that. Except that I smell food at work when no one has anything. And no one having anything is rare. But, then, we're allowed to get food from the vending machines whenever we want, as often as we want. But, I digress.
Maybe, you should listen to your nose and makies the foodies... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 724 days Last activity: 724 days |
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| This is old. I saw it many many months ago through Rogue. It has become such a staple of our inner language that we don't even watch the video anymore. Somehow, it always comes up when we go to IKEA. |
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