Post by Fire Griffin on Apr 19, 2004 19:52:33 GMT -5
*is absolutely CONFUSED by Tsunaki* ... That was a sudden change of heart. Is it me or you just didn't really give the game a chance prior? I've had my doubts when I first got MML and played it on the comp (Emulatorrrrr. =3) but... Whoa. That was... quick. Like overnight.
*cue story*
Honestly, the game had to grow on me before I really started to dote on it. I'm stubborn when it comes to completely new things. Legends is whoawhoawhoa awaaaay from the dark world of Akira I festered in. I also played it for the Bonnes, which my friend happened to like and RP in our little fun time IM sessions as, which piqued my interest. I got sick of blowing off the pirates (had to be a reason she liked'em and those damn servbots), I decided to go play the game they came from...
Oh great. Now I lurve it. Seriously.
And then you start to look for fanfiction and such and then you want to seek out other hopeless addicts such as yourself then... Look, here I am.
Finally, I think I'll leave some tidbits about myself for you all to chew on since everyone seems to be opening their little selves up 'ere.
I think it's interesting that SIM brought up Asperger's Syndrome because a while back, my parents gave me a newspaper story about it, worried since, to them, I've displayed most of the "symptoms" of the boy featured in the article. Although I was like "Whoa, he's like me" throughout what I skimmed through of it, I didn't bother saying I had such. Maybe I do, perhaps I don't. I have a horrible speech impediment that makes me dread speech class. (My braces and retainer do not help a bit. I lisp my s's and can hardly say some words at all without taking the retainer out.) Intelligence, I don't know. I had my IQ tested when I was in second grade since my teacher thought I was retarded as I never did what she told me too. She was slapped in the face with an ugly stick and a half when they found me off the charts for my age. Sure I may not make the best grades but yet again, if I taped my face to a textbook, perhaps I could be a valedictorian and know-it-all.
But I have a social life I need to pick up on after blowing it off for the duration of childhood. I am still recovering from being socially inept - I don't know how to confront and talk to people well as well as make friends. (I am very uncomfortable around strangers. I have to think about what I have to say.) Maybe it was because my parents were hardly in my life once they got new jobs when we first moved to Texas. They abandoned me at a day care center for the majority of my elementary school period. Needless to say, I cried a lot and no one really wanted to befriend me. So, at this little day care center, I've spent almost all of my childhood playing by myself, inventing all my little plots and stories then reinacting them with action figures and whatever else happened to be lying around.
Probably why I roleplay nowadays. I know there is a roleplay board here but I have yet to really comb through it... Hrm. =X
Anyhow, couldn't say I blamed the other kids. I was different from them indeed - it was there even when I was a baby. I still have this horse toy dealie from a farm playset I got when I was about two. The little people figures would pull the horse around on the cart as it sat on its rear and enjoyed the ride. It would never stand on all fours but balance on two. (Thank God my parents weren't furries.) I thought nothing of it. It was different from the norm and I can remember being pleased. It looked right to me, despite everyone else's opinion.
Cue my first life lesson: being unique is celebrated but being different is a sin.
No one liked my games, ourageous as they were. No one liked what I was into, as it wasn't 'in' in the schoolyard. No one liked me and that Commodore 64, Atari, no idea I played with afterschool. No one liked my fat little obese self that couldn't keep up with their games. I always was the menial role whenever a group did let me play with them.
This followed me into Jr. High, which is what disturbed me about Ghoi - I almost became a cutter. I had the symptoms - perpetual depression, no one to talk to, being picked on for my appearance yet again, the need to punish myself for whatever meager affliction I caused, constant failure... Enough attacks and slams on me, I'd say. The finishing blow was when I couldn't get into my passion, art class. So one day in a particulary bad mood, I would jab into my arm until I bled with a pencil.
I. Felt. Better.
Eventually, I asked my teacher for something sharp one day (Thank God I did, stupid as that was.) and she found what I was going to do with it. I spent the day talking with my concerned parents and crying my little cholestrol-saturated heart out. It took a year after the incident to stop but I did. I've found several other places to vent. I posted at a now-dead forum and became a little better at conversing with strangers. After Jr. High, I had friends, for the first time ever.
Ghoi, if you need a little support, you can PM me too. =3
... Okay, okay. I'll post something chipper later, like the story of how I shaved off the nearing 200 pounds of obesity fat. @_@' (No, seriously. I almost weighed two hundred pounds in elementary school at one point. I'm hardly like that now though. =D *dance*)
*cue story*
Honestly, the game had to grow on me before I really started to dote on it. I'm stubborn when it comes to completely new things. Legends is whoawhoawhoa awaaaay from the dark world of Akira I festered in. I also played it for the Bonnes, which my friend happened to like and RP in our little fun time IM sessions as, which piqued my interest. I got sick of blowing off the pirates (had to be a reason she liked'em and those damn servbots), I decided to go play the game they came from...
Oh great. Now I lurve it. Seriously.
And then you start to look for fanfiction and such and then you want to seek out other hopeless addicts such as yourself then... Look, here I am.
Finally, I think I'll leave some tidbits about myself for you all to chew on since everyone seems to be opening their little selves up 'ere.
I think it's interesting that SIM brought up Asperger's Syndrome because a while back, my parents gave me a newspaper story about it, worried since, to them, I've displayed most of the "symptoms" of the boy featured in the article. Although I was like "Whoa, he's like me" throughout what I skimmed through of it, I didn't bother saying I had such. Maybe I do, perhaps I don't. I have a horrible speech impediment that makes me dread speech class. (My braces and retainer do not help a bit. I lisp my s's and can hardly say some words at all without taking the retainer out.) Intelligence, I don't know. I had my IQ tested when I was in second grade since my teacher thought I was retarded as I never did what she told me too. She was slapped in the face with an ugly stick and a half when they found me off the charts for my age. Sure I may not make the best grades but yet again, if I taped my face to a textbook, perhaps I could be a valedictorian and know-it-all.
But I have a social life I need to pick up on after blowing it off for the duration of childhood. I am still recovering from being socially inept - I don't know how to confront and talk to people well as well as make friends. (I am very uncomfortable around strangers. I have to think about what I have to say.) Maybe it was because my parents were hardly in my life once they got new jobs when we first moved to Texas. They abandoned me at a day care center for the majority of my elementary school period. Needless to say, I cried a lot and no one really wanted to befriend me. So, at this little day care center, I've spent almost all of my childhood playing by myself, inventing all my little plots and stories then reinacting them with action figures and whatever else happened to be lying around.
Probably why I roleplay nowadays. I know there is a roleplay board here but I have yet to really comb through it... Hrm. =X
Anyhow, couldn't say I blamed the other kids. I was different from them indeed - it was there even when I was a baby. I still have this horse toy dealie from a farm playset I got when I was about two. The little people figures would pull the horse around on the cart as it sat on its rear and enjoyed the ride. It would never stand on all fours but balance on two. (Thank God my parents weren't furries.) I thought nothing of it. It was different from the norm and I can remember being pleased. It looked right to me, despite everyone else's opinion.
Cue my first life lesson: being unique is celebrated but being different is a sin.
No one liked my games, ourageous as they were. No one liked what I was into, as it wasn't 'in' in the schoolyard. No one liked me and that Commodore 64, Atari, no idea I played with afterschool. No one liked my fat little obese self that couldn't keep up with their games. I always was the menial role whenever a group did let me play with them.
This followed me into Jr. High, which is what disturbed me about Ghoi - I almost became a cutter. I had the symptoms - perpetual depression, no one to talk to, being picked on for my appearance yet again, the need to punish myself for whatever meager affliction I caused, constant failure... Enough attacks and slams on me, I'd say. The finishing blow was when I couldn't get into my passion, art class. So one day in a particulary bad mood, I would jab into my arm until I bled with a pencil.
I. Felt. Better.
Eventually, I asked my teacher for something sharp one day (Thank God I did, stupid as that was.) and she found what I was going to do with it. I spent the day talking with my concerned parents and crying my little cholestrol-saturated heart out. It took a year after the incident to stop but I did. I've found several other places to vent. I posted at a now-dead forum and became a little better at conversing with strangers. After Jr. High, I had friends, for the first time ever.
Ghoi, if you need a little support, you can PM me too. =3
... Okay, okay. I'll post something chipper later, like the story of how I shaved off the nearing 200 pounds of obesity fat. @_@' (No, seriously. I almost weighed two hundred pounds in elementary school at one point. I'm hardly like that now though. =D *dance*)