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I think your safest bet is to try Nemu64 which comes with "Nemu64 Graphics" or otherwise known as Lemmy's D3D8 plugin. If that doesn't work, I don't know what to say. (And I only say Nemu64 because I'm fairly certain the plugin only works with Nemu64) As for why it won't work, Rogue Squadron uses a custom microcode which is not part of Nintendo's identity list. As a result, plugins are not specifically built for it, therefore there is no support. That's what I can muster, anyways. As for is this in the right section? Why yes, yes it is.

Forgot this was a thing. I recently changed my avatar to my childhood hero, Tom Brady. Living in Rhode Island the first 6 years of my life, I was there when Mr. Underdog himself won the Superbowl in 2002. After learning more about his story and how he was expected to, well, be nothing great at all, he inspired me to be the best I can be regardless of what others think. And seeing how well he's done for himself (one of the best ever to play football), he has definitely continuously inspired me to be the best.

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Funny, I'm not getting that issue Mellow. And haddockd, no you're not cool enough. (*cough*this is mainly for us new mods*cough*)

Thanks guys! I was going to extend this story due to the fact that I really didn't have the time to present nor write it. So Netsrac you may just get your extra chapter or two soon.

This is a published short story of mine that I wrote in my Creative Writing class last semester. It revolves around death and how it effects everyone. I wrote it for a few reasons, actually: I was asked by Student Counsel to write a short story and present it at a school presentation to talk about drunk driving and the dangers of it, and... To help deal with my own personal fears of death I would like to say while I'm not a religious person, the story does use the concept of Heaven and has a minor part dealing with a god. I would like to say even if you are not religious yourself to give the story a chance and understand that it is merely a device used by me to what I hope the afterlife to be like should there be one. Please and thank you. The story clocks in at about 4,500 words, so it's not terribly wrong. It may be a 10-20 minute read, maybe even less. The plot revolves on two characters: Vincent and Marianne, both college students on Winter Break. The story changes between points of view of the two of them except the first two chapters, which are told from the perspective of Vincent. From there on however, each chapter revolves around the others perspective. So Chapter 3 is told by Marianne, while Chapter 4 is told by Vincent, and so on and so forth. My Life is Gone Chapter 1: My girlfriend and I started walking towards my car. We had a great night; movie, dancing and ice cream. As we opened the car doors and entered the old 2001 Mercedes E Class, she said something to me that started up all the butterflies in my stomach. “I love you,” she whispered. I didn’t exactly know how to respond. It was the first time she had ever said something to me like that. I mean, I wanted to respond with “I love you, too” but I couldn’t. So we just sat there awkwardly, and she gave me a confused look. “I’m sorry… did I say something wrong?” said asked. “No, it’s just… I’m a little bit shy. I don’t know how to respond to that. I mean, I want to say ‘I love you’ back but… I don’t know,” I responded. “Oh, I see. Well, it’s okay. Just thought that after 1 year you’d finally be able to say ‘I love you, too’ easily,” she retorted. “I’m… I’m sorry. Really, I am. I do love you,” I said. It then just fell silent, so I started up the car. After driving a few minutes, we started to talk again. Nothing too much, but we talked about the movie and how much we hated it, and things like college. I knew at this very moment this is the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She was just so beautiful, with her long, dark brown hair, and her seemingly glowing blue eyes. And her personality, grade A+ student with the biggest heart I have ever seen. She was just… just perfect. No other way to describe this girl. We continued along the road, driving past the old pub. I reflected back to when my father used to go there. He’d always come home drunk, but he was a happy drunk. In fact, he was kind of funny. Even when he was drunk we always managed to have a good time. But then he got a call from the doctor, and said he needed to stop, because his addiction would be the death of him. He was reluctant, but he relented. As we continued down the old path, we reached a stop sign. When I saw the coast was clear, I started to turn when I saw the glare of lights hit my mirrors. “Damn!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was blinded, and was unable to brake when I felt a crash behind me. I quickly threw my arm over my girlfriend to protect her as my head slammed into the steering wheel. From there on, all I saw was darkness, and heard nothing. Chapter 2: “… Where am I?” I questioned. There was nothing in sight. “Am I… alive? Or, is this the void?” “My child, I hear your voice. Walk towards the light,” a voice beckoned me. I started to wonder where, when all of a sudden a beam of light appeared. I could see into it, it was like a tunnel of light. I walked into it, not questioning how it didn’t leave a glare in my eyes. As I approached the end of the tunnel, I saw what was before me. I was on a white fluffy cloud, and as I exited the void, I looked back. Nothing was there. I wandered around, not knowing what was happening. Eventually, I heard the voice again. “My child, do you understand where you are now?” the voice asked. “Is this… am I… dead? Is this heaven?” I replied. “Yes. This is Heaven. For your courageous actions you displayed in saving Marianne from otherwise certain death, you have been taken to live in paradise.” I looked around, noticing all the little details. White, fluffy clouds under my feet, light posts that looked like cotton, and even buildings made out of solidified cloud. It was beautiful. “This is… This is all so beautiful. It’s perfect. Is there anyone else here?” I questioned. “Yes, of course. You see, we all live together. Everyone who has made it to Heaven gets to live in a world without hatred. People who you once thought were bad have been purified, and now live among us. Excuse me for asking, but have your grandparents passed?” He asked. “Well, my grandpa died a few years back, and my grandma was checked into the hospital for heart problems last I heard,” I responded. “Your grandfather… Mr. Dominic Lorenzo? Lived in the U.S., emigrated from Italy?” he asked. “That seems to be right. I’m amazed that you remember all these people.” I told him. “When you are the ruler of so many people and watch them every step of their lives, you get to know them quite well. If you wish to see your grandfather, he lives in that complex over there. Apartment 205.” He pointed me towards one of the cloud buildings in the area, and I started to walk over. When I reached building, I took note of it. It was a pretty small building, so I wondered how this place could hold at least 205 rooms. The building was called “The Heavenly Suites,” which confused me even more. How this could place have any suites? Suites are hotels with multiple rooms, right? So how could this building hold even 10 suites even if they were the only rooms? I pondered this for a moment then walked in. Chapter 3: I felt a chill go down my spine as my head slammed into the hot airbags. I noticed then my boyfriend’s arm across my chest. “Oh God… what just happened?” I asked myself. I then slowly got out of the car and came around to the other side, as I noticed my boyfriend passed out next to me. I tried waking him up, but noticed it wasn’t working. I then opened the car door and proceeded to take him out. “Hey Vincent, you okay?” I asked. No response. “Vincent, please wake up. Please wake up!” I started to say a little louder. All of a sudden, I heard another car’s door open. I quickly recognized this as the car behind us, the one that hit us. A man came out and started rushing towards me. “Oh God, oh God. This can’t be happening,” the man said. “Oh God. Call 911! Oh God, oh God.” Shoot, why haven’t I yet? I got my cell phone out and dialed 911. I asked for an ambulance and for the police. They told me they would be here momentarily. I then rushed to Vincent again. I heard the man ask, “Are they coming?” I responded yes, and asked why. “I… I don’t think you’re prepared for this. He’s… dead. He died on impact.” At that very moment, I could only feel anger. The man, who killed the one I loved, was telling me that Vincent died on impact. “What the hell? Are you serious? Is that all you can say?” I responded. “Miss, I’m sorry, I…” “No, shut the hell up. You mean nothing to me. You killed the one I love, and you have the audacity to tell me he is dead?” “You have to calm down!” “NO I DON’T!” I said stamping my foot down. All of a sudden I started crying. I never thought I’d lose Vincent. I mean, I never thought I’d lose anyone again, not at this stage in my life. It just feels like I just wasted a year, and it was neither of our faults. This man just killed him. Took him away from me and gave him as a gift to God. “Ma’am, I know you’re deeply hurt right now. I can only express my sorrow not only for him, but for you, too. This is my fault; I know that a hundred percent. I don’t think I could do anything to fix this,” the man pleaded. For a long time, nothing happened. I just sat and cried, and he paced back and forth. It seemed like forever until the police and ambulance arrived. When they came, they arrested the man and took my boyfriend away. Forever. Chapter 4: To my amazement, the main lobby was quite large. It was confusing; how could this place look so small but be so large? I thought the best way to find out would be to ask the receptionist, so I walked up to her desk. “Hi, I have a question. I’m new around here, so I was wondering, how come this room is so large while the outside looks so small? It doesn’t make much sense to me, really,” I asked. “You see, the physical world works a bit differently than the world we live in. In order to make room for all our occupants, we are able to manipulate space in order to make large places take up less room. It’s one of the wonders of living here,” she responded. At that moment it finally made all the more sense to me. I told the receptionist thanks, and started walking towards my grandpa’s room. I walked up two sets of stairs before I found the 200 wing. From there, his room was a measly ten steps exactly. I knocked on the door, and out came my grandpa. “Is that you, Vincent? What’re you doing here?” my grandpa asked. “I, uh, guess I died. It’s weird to think about, but here I am,” I said. “But… how? Why?” “I was riding in my car with my girlfriend, and we got into a car accident. Some guy hit the back of my car when I was turning a corner.” “Oh my, are you dealing with this okay?” “What do you mean?” “Like, have you thought about your parents? Your brother? Your friends?” That’s when it hit me; they’re gone. Not in the same way as one would think, but to me they’re gone. My dad, my mom, my brother and even my girlfriend. I can’t see them, at least for a while. It’s a weird concept to think about. “I guess… I sort of forgot about them. I’ve only just arrived, and hadn’t really thought about it,” I told him. Wow, in just a flash everything went from perfect to horrible. Everyone that I love is in an entirely different world. For the few relatives I have up here, I can see them. But that’s it. I began to think about my girlfriend, Marianne and soon after, began to weep. Chapter 5: “Ma’am, we will take you home. Climb in the back of the car and just tell us where you live,” a police officer said to me. It was only half an hour, but it felt like an eternity while the police questioned me and the other driver. Apparently his name is Kevin McLloyd and was 38 years old. He also had a wife, Elizabeth and he has two kids. I felt bad for his family, but not for him. He deserves the harshest punishment available. Even after that, I don’t think it’s enough. This man ruined so many lives; his family, my boyfriend’s family, and mine. It’s so senseless and stupid; all he had to do was call a cab or a friend. Instead, he got behind the wheel and killed my best friend. “I’d like to offer my condolences,” one officer said. “You shouldn’t have to go through something like this; you’re too young. It’s not fair. I bet your boyfriend was a real good man.” “One of the best,” I responded. We didn’t say anything for the rest of the way home. When the police dropped me off at my home, my mother came out crying running towards me. She crashed into my shoulder and continued to cry into it. “Honey, are you okay?! Where’s Vincent?” she asked me. Vincent. He was gone. I soon started to cry with her. I explained how he, like a valiant soldier defending his country, saved my life at the cost of his. I also explained the killer was a drunk driver who had a family. “My God, that is terrible. I can’t believe this. Vincent was always such a good kid; the only boy your dad actually liked,” my mother told me. “I just can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t believe some people can be so daft as to get behind the wheel drunk. It makes no sense. I want him to get the harshest punishment available for what he did,” I told her. “Honey, I know you’re angry. But remember, he has a family who did nothing wrong. Do you really want them to suffer, too?” “Wait, are you seriously taking his side right now? He killed my boyfriend and you’re worried about his family? What about me? What about my life?” “I understand where you’re coming from, sweetie. But remember, we are called to forgive. Never do we forget, but we do forgive. You never wish harm onto another. Would God appreciate it if you wished harm onto one of his people?” “No, he screwed up. Not me and not Vincent. And quite honestly, I don’t believe anymore. How can a God who is supposed to be so pure and so great, take away the ones that we love in an instant? Why doesn’t He do anything?! Is it because He doesn’t exist?!” “Don’t you think He’s asking us the same question? When as humans will we learn from our mistakes? How many lives must be lost before another won’t be?” I can’t believe it; is she actually arguing that the man shouldn’t get the harshest punishment? Is it me, or is everyone going against me today? Whatever, I don’t care. No-one can change these feelings I have. “Fine mom, I’m going to bed. I need to sleep,” I told her. I started walking towards the door. As soon as I began to enter it, I heard her again. “Honey, wait,” she said. But it was too late. I needed to rest on this. That is, if I could rest on it. Chapter 6: My grandfather walked over towards me. He helped me stand up and gave me something to drink. I began to gain composure again as he handed me a piece of paper. “What’s this?” I asked somewhat weepily. “It’s a list of your relatives that I was familiar with. People like your Great Aunt Gianna and Uncle Alfonso. I invited them all here to see you, maybe get your mind off things,” he told me. “Alright, I guess,” I responded. It took a while for them to come over, but they eventually came. We joked, laughed, and just had a great time. That is, until my predicament was brought up again. “Vincent, your grandfather told me what happened,” my Aunt Gianna said. “Oh, he did?” I asked awkwardly. “Yes. I just want you to know you can continue to watch over your friends and family. On the day of your funeral, you will be able to see them just once more. They will not be able to see you, but you can roam as if you are with them.” “I can only see them this once? Never again?” “You can continue to watch over them, but only on your funeral will you be able to walk amongst them. You can find out the day of your funeral on the notice board in the town hall.” I thought about it for a moment. One last chance to be with Marianne? Sounded great, but sad at the same time. Regardless, I needed to take advantage of this. The next morning I went down to the town hall to check on my funeral date. Turns out I was being buried relatively early, 5 more days. I guess all I can do is wait and rest until it is time. Chapter 7: I awoke many times, always thinking about the tragedy. When I finally got up, it was 8am, earlier than I usually get up during school vacation. I took a shower and got dressed, when I noticed my mom sitting with another woman; Vincent’s mom. My mom called me over to sit down and talk. “Good morning, sweetie. I made you some muffins. Mrs. Lorenzo is here, too,” she told me. “Thanks mom. How are you today Mrs. Lorenzo?” I asked. She looked fine before, but after asking her the question she began to break down and cry. I knew what that was about. She missed Vincent, who wouldn’t? “I’m… I’m working on it. It’s only just happened, it’s so weird to walk downstairs and not see Vincent during this time of year. I mean, I’m used to when he’s in college, but he’s never going to walk down and say good morning to me again,” she answered. After that, I began to cry. I understood her completely; Vincent and I had plans to hang out today, and now we can’t. I was used to expecting Vincent to do whatever I wanted. In a selfish way, I took him away from his family. “Vincent’s funeral is this upcoming Wednesday, with the wake being on Tuesday. We elected to have it done quickly. Vincent never liked being the center of attention, so I think it’s best if we get it done as soon as possible. Of course, funerals are very expensive, but I saved a little bit of money over for Vincent’s college. It’ll be nice to use his money for him,” his mom said. “Are you receiving compensation from the other driver’s family?” I asked. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, this is about Vincent.” Understandable, I guess. I just thought maybe it would take the financial burden off them a little bit. “We’re going to have the funeral at the old church. We decided to bury him in a new 3-person plot for me and my husband. He will be in between the two of us.” At that moment, I began crying again. The very thought of burying Vincent just didn’t seem right. He was so young, why now? Isn’t there more to this life we live? Was this his purpose, to demonstrate the dangers of drunk driving? My mom was right; it’s us who need to make the change. Not a higher force. After Mrs. Lorenzo left, I just sat up in my room and thought about Vincent. I thought about when we first met in middle school. I always knew he liked me, but I wasn’t interested in him. But when he stood up to one of my ex-boyfriends after he made me cry, I knew there was something about Vincent. He was nervous, but strong. It was wrong of me to push him away for so long, but that didn’t matter to him. Yesterday never bothered him; it was today that concerned him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he stood up for everyone who needed someone. I mean, Vincent wasn’t perfect by any standards, but when it comes to purity I don’t think anyone can come close. I doubt he died with a guilty conscience. You know, I guess you really don’t know what you have until it’s gone. No doubt in my mind anymore. I guess I should tell his friends about the funeral. They’d want to know. I’ve got quite a bit of calls to make now. Chapter 8: It’s already Wednesday, wow. I guess this comes the day of my final goodbyes. It happened all too quick. I went down to the town hall and made arrangements to go back to my old world. It was a fairly quick process, and before I knew it I was right outside the church where it was being held. There was a man I didn’t recognize, so I figured it was one of my parent’s friends. I entered somewhat slowly, and noticed all my friends sitting together. I also noticed someone I didn’t expect to see; an old high school friend whom I had parted ways with due to his drug addiction. I always wanted to make up, but never could. I got close to him when I heard him say something. “Vincent… I’ll never forget you. I know that day I told you to screw off for you telling me to stop doing drugs, but I want to be forgiven for that. It was stupid. I continued to do them anyway, until I learned you died. As an act of forgiveness, I’m done with them. I’m giving them up forever, in respect to you. I never got a chance to ask for forgiveness, so please accept this Vincent,” he said sobbing. I put my arm on his shoulder and told him I forgave him a while ago. I knew he couldn’t hear me, but I thought it was important for me to do so. He was a good kid who just made a bad decision. No-one’s perfect. I continued down the path and reached my parents. My dad was silent, holding my mom while she cried. I gave her one final kiss, and when I did, she stopped crying. It’s as if she knew I was there. In fact, she went as far as to smile. I was being sensed by her. I started to walk away when I heard her whisper “I love you, Vincent.” I finally found Marianne. She sat silent next to her mother. There was an empty seat next to her, so I sat down and gave her a hug. I think I saw her close her eyes as if she were content. I sat there for the rest of the service, just holding her for as long as I possibly could. When it was time for the burial, we all stood up and proceeded towards the cemetery. When we reached the gravesite, the people said one more final prayer. My casket was slowly lowered, and finally released in the hole. It was weird to think that that was me. I was in that casket, being lowered to the very bottom. My time was up as soon as I was buried in the dirt, so I only had minimal time. I began to say things to Marianne. “Marianne, I do love you. Thank you so much for being my girlfriend for so long. I know I wasn’t the best, but I did what I could. I will wait for the day when I see you again.” With that, I gave one last peck on her cheek. As soon as that happened, I noticed I started to dissipate. “Goodbye, until we see each other again my family and friends,” I said for the last moment on I was in this world. I closed my eyes, and awoke outside the town hall. I smiled, and walked to my grandpas apartment where I met an unexpected but familiar person. Chapter 9: Well, it is the day of the funeral. I got ready by putting on some nice clothes and proceeded downstairs. My mom hugged me, and we proceeded to my car. I drove us to the church. When we arrived, I saw all of my friends and Vincent’s. I also saw Vincent’s old friend Timmy. I didn’t invite him here, but I was happy to see him. I remember him getting in a fight with Vincent. I don’t know the details of what happened, but the fact that he came in spite of it really amazed me. I walked into the church and saw another person I never expected to see again. “Hi, Marianne,” a man told me. “Mr. McLloyd? How did you… Why are you…?” I asked “Marianne, I feel completely awful about what I did. The court granted me the permission to come and mourn just for today. I know what I did can never be forgotten, and I deserve everything I get. But I must ask you for your forgiveness.” “I…” I started to cry. I treated this man so cruelly. He might have screwed up but he is human. I know what I must do. “I forgive you. Thank you for coming, Mr. McLloyd.” “If there is anything I can ever do for you, just ask. It’s the absolute least I can do.” “Thanks.” With that, I walked away. I couldn’t stay in the room any longer. I started to cry. I walked to one of the pews and waited until everyone else came in. I sat in the front row, and my mom was able to find me quite easily. While we listened to the sermon, I felt this weird presence, as if Vincent were sitting next to me. I closed my eyes, and embraced the experience. I knew he was here, and I knew he was happy. I was somewhat relieved that he was here. I felt the presence as soon as the sermon went on. When I stood up to go to the burial, it went away for a while. But as soon as we started waiting outside the grave, I felt it again. He was here until the dirt completely covered the grave, at which point he was gone. I whispered one final thing. “I love you, thank you for everything Vincent. I cannot wait to see you again.” After that, I smiled. After all the pain I endured, I knew I had someone waiting for me. When we meet again, it will be like old times. Chapter 10: “Sit down, Vincent,” a voice told me. “What’s this about?” “I need to thank you. I always knew you were a great man.” “Thank me for what?” “I need to thank you for saving my daughter’s life. I knew you were perfect for my daughter, that if anyone would protect her it would be you.” He said daughter. That can only mean one thing, this was Marianne’s father. I knew he died while I was dating Marianne, but he always seemed like a gruff old man. I never knew he liked me. “I didn’t like any of my daughter’s boyfriends before you. I saw something in you. The day I died, I cried because she was out of my life and that no-one was there to protect her. But then I realized something; you were there. You fulfilled my requirement for my daughter; to be willing to give up your life for her. That takes a real man.” “I… thank you.” “Don’t thank me. Don’t thank me at all. Thank you.” I am reminded of what I thought of Marianne on the day of my death; that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Now, I never expected my life to be cut so short. But I did end up spending the rest of my life with her. THE END

When you open the file, does the old value show up again? Because if it does, it's a saving issue with UoT.

You can just load it up and see. If all else fails, if it's music, changing all the headers wouldn't be a problem. Though typically, 0x0 is the scene for Child, while most others are for Adult. Note that not all scenes have this, only ones with scene changes (like Kakariko Village).

I would, but I prefer knowing the person who I'm working with. I have a friend on another site but I'm not sure he'd be up to it because he's really busy. So I'm really only stuck with the people here. I'll give it some time but if I don't have somebody soon I'm closing it down.

Tritium. Morrowind or Skyrim?

Yeah, power lines can be affected by wind. My dad being an electrician, he's must've gone over it with my mom 500 million times because it happens quite often where I live. Cool thing is, my dad is working on a product to stop stuff like that from happening.

If I can't get anyone to draw me pokemon, I will have to shut down this project. Sorry, but I don't really have a choice. I need to focus on projects that actually have a shot.

Look, I'm as big of a Freddy Mercury fan as anyone, but you do realize that is a completely inaccurate statement by stating those people, right? Because you know, they were fads once too? They were called the Devil's music back when these people were in business. People thought it was mindless and a horrible excuse for music. So basically, people felt the same as you, and look where that got them? Right here. You, by your logic, are not part of the solution. You're part of the problem. Of course, there isn't a problem unless someone makes one. Just some food for thought.

Okay, I've been working on this, but there's one thing I'm missing; a concept artist. I'm really bad at drawing (nor do I have the time to get better at it right now) and because of this, it's very hard for me to make sprites of stuff to be proud of. So, if someone would be as so kind to draw me new Pokemon and work with me to get them looking the way they should, it would be greatly appreciated. Contact me however, just try and help me please.

You do know you can't buy military grade rifles, right? Semi-automatic, meaning you have the pull the trigger repeatedly to shoot more. All people want to do is ban weapons that look scary. Take this weapon for example: That is a Remington R-15. It is used for hunting. That is an AR-15, used in the school shooting. Noticed how it looks like an M16; popularly generalized as the typical assault rifle. Want to know the difference between these guns? Absolutely nothing.

Haha, no worries. Social Studies is probably my favorite subject. Only one that compares is Math.

Blinx, the difference between MM and OoT is 4mb of RAM, which allowed it to have a bigger field. In the original plans, OoT wasn't even going to have a field due to memory constraints.

People are often misguided about what the second amendment was made for. It created in case of an overbearing gov't, the people would have a way of overthrowing the gov't should it come to that. So guns are there for military purposes, but it applies to militia, too. Not to mention, a gun ban doesn't solve anything. There are tools for killing people, whether it be knives, cars, or even bombs. Plus, guns can always get smuggled in. Hell, drugs do. What's stopping drug cartels from carrying guns now too? Something that looks nice on paper usually doesn't look so nice when you actually implement it, (Also, take a look at Australia. A gun ban was enacted there and while it reduced killings, assaults and rape cases skyrocketed. Source here: http://www.ncpa.org/sub/dpd/index.php?Article_ID=17847 )

When will people learn that banning guns nor violent video games will not solve our country's problem? The problem isn't the gun used or the video game played, it's the mental health of the individual who commits the act. What's in common with the Arizona Shooter, the Aurora Shooter, and the Sandy Hook Shooter? Mental illness. It doesn't matter if it's a semi-auto assault rifle or a little handgun, can kill many people. But so can knives, so can cars. It doesn't change literally anything by banning guns, as there will be a black market for guns whether it be from Mexican drug cartels or the "right" people. As one of the many, many responsible gun owners of America, us losing our guns will not change a person's will to kill. Not to mention, it prevents citizens from being able to protect themselves. And don't say it doesn't happen, because it does. I know from a personal account it does. What we need to do is provide mental illness awareness. I call whoever says video games are the reason to explain why. Millions upon millions of games have been sold. In comparison to massing shootings in the US since 1982, there have only been around 60. Is that number something to be proud of? Of course not, but its obvious that video games aren't the reason. In fact, if I recall correctly, the only mass shooting that has even been remotely linked to video games is Columbine, which happened most likely due to the shooters being bullied. I've seen my fair share of kids playing M-rated games. As a teacher, one of my 9-year-old students was talking about Far Cry 3 to another student. Now, listen. Far. Cry. 3. In no world should a 9 year old be playing a game like Far Cry 3. My parents were extremely strict about me playing M-rated games. The only teen games I was able to play before I was 13 was Star Wars games. I could watch other people play, but I wasn't allowed to play except in very few cases where my parents were in the room with me. And even then, it was games like Goldeneye, nothing like Far Cry 3. I got to play M-rated games before I was 17 due to proving I was more mature than kids my age. Of course, it was nothing more than games like Left 4 Dead, where I was shooting zombies rather than regular human beings. Just my two cents, I guess. I feel very strongly about my liberties as a citizen, which include the right to own firearms and freedom of speech, which applies to video games. EDIT: I just found a really good picture on the Libertarian Party page on Facebook.

Blinx, lern2read profiles. He's 26.

My News Years Resolution? Forgive me for being serious about something like this, but it'll be to try to make up with the people who have done me wrong. I've been a bit harsh to people who screwed up, and I hope we can make up and get on with our lives. I'm looking at one person in particular, but I may have a real hard time trying to get on good terms with her. Not because she doesn't want to, but because I don't know if I want to.

I got a bunch of random Patriots Football gear like a jersey and such, but I bet no one really cares for football much 'cept me. I got a Wii U (Ultimate package) with ZombiU, Black Ops 2, and NSMB-U (Nintendoland also came with the package). I also got Guild Wars 2, a nice watch, and an iPhone. I also got NFL Blitz 2001 and the new Batman trilogy DVD set. ... I also now own a part of Nintendo. My brother bought me Nintendo stock for Christmas! XD

RustySporks will see this and make the same claims as this kid next.

Since the Hero of Light is suppose to be a representation of the player, he can be a brony. At the same time, he may also not be. Furthermore, the Unicorn Fountain was a fountain in the pre-release of Ocarina of Time. Considering Zeth himself is not a brony, you're just making yourself look like a fool. Nothing to do with bronies. At. All.

The Oregon Trail Starring: To Coool, Naxylldritt, Sakura, Shadowfire (known as Hunter) and Zeth! "A testament to the strength of human will... And snake bites." ~ Some random guy we found Story: One day, To Coool decided to play the Oregon Trail Deluxe, an old DOS game from 1992. In his latest emulation, he decided to make the cast the URA team, to see how well they would survive. They, uh... They did well... I guess. Part One: The Beginning As a result of unfortunate events, Sakura was among the first to get injured. She sadly gotten bit by a snake. However, the URA Team pressed on, and Sakura's wounds became no problem. In only a short amount of time after that, Zeth, Hunter, and Naxylldritt all became diseased. Zeth got typhoid fever and Hunter got the measles. And Naxy, of course, had to get Cholera. Nice job, guys. Oh well, at least To Coool is still medically fine. In the next few days, Zeth was cured of typhoid fever by To Coool, the doctor. However, Sakura got the disease, and passed it on to Zeth yet again. Thanks Sakura, you just put a burden on To Coool yet again. For awhile, everything was going great. Until Zeth got bit by a snake. Haha, that rhymed. Oh well, it seems people in this group like getting injured and diseased. Except for To Coool, at least. Time went on and on, and eventually, Naxylldritt got lost. How swell. Stop hunting leprechauns, Naxy. They don't really have gold. >.> Why does everyone like getting bit by snakes? I tell you, this crowd is nuts. Yet again, To Coool must cure everyone of their wounds. Part 2: The Part That Comes After The First Not only are people in the group getting sick, so are the oxen. Doesn't matter, To Coool has another 9 waiting for a job. Your death did not matter, and you fed us well, ox. You see, Sakura really likes snakes. So much that she doesn't care that she gets bit. She found one she thought was cool, and showed to to Naxy. They both got bit. Yet again, Dr. Coool must cure them of venomous bites. Naxylldritt, while hunting leprechauns, broke his leg... Wait seriously? Naxylldritt broke his leg? How the hell is he suppose to hunt for us now? Does the Doctor have to hunt now? WHAT USE ARE YOU NAXYLLDRITT?! Naxylldritt a freakin' freeloader... And Sakura, for Pete's sake, stop screwin' with snakes. They always bit you. September was a rather uneventful month, but what else is new? Another person got bit by a snake (surprisingly, it was Hunter and not Sakura) and an ox died. Part 3: That Part When You Thinks Everything's Good But It Isn't. http://i.imgur.com/jXhJ1.png Literally less than 1 second away from the final destination in The Oregon Trail, Sakura dies. Yep, she dies. Dead. Gone. Forever. Surprisingly, even after getting bit by snakes all the damn time, she died of exhaustion, after sleeping a straight 5 days. To Coool dug the grave. Naxylldritt is crying over it after miracuously unbreaking his legs, and Zeth and Hunter are hugging eachother in the background. "Why is common sense written on the grave?" Naxylldritt asks To Coool. "Oh, because Sakura lacked common sense. She didn't understand that snakes biting her was a bad thing," To Coool responded. "You evil bastard," Naxylldritt says. " ," To Coool responds with. http://i.imgur.com/QW6EB.png The four friends eventually reached their destination without Sakura, who died only a few feet outside the town. They all started new lives. Zeth and Hunter decided to get married, but both got dysentary and got bit by snakes. They died a few days later. Naxylldritt continued to hunt leprechauns, but eventually they took Naxylldritt away to do awful things to him. Naxylldritt hasn't been seen since. To Coool never got hurt or diseased, and continues to work as a doctor and cure people of disease. http://i.imgur.com/bHQa6.png To Coool scored pretty well. He beats everyone. THE END Author's Note: I did not start a game of The Oregon Trail to intentionally cause this thread. But after seeing Sakura get bit, I decided to take screenshots of every bad thing to happen. It turned into this thread, full of fail by everyone in the wagon EXCEPT me. I don't understand why Sakura loved snakes so much, but she did. And I'm serious; she died less than one second away from me beating the game with no deaths. I blame her for being weak. D: Anyways, thanks for reading!