Delpen9

In about 6 hours I will.

CoD: World at War

Children. What do they care for beyond unadulterated excitement, toiling away their time with outlandish activities, just waiting for adolescence to taint their wretched hearts? They need a colorful palette of emotions. They need experiences broader than the repetitive awe that inspires their day, because it allows them to forget and to avoid reality. Kids don't need curiosity and optimism, since all it does is delay their ripening. I want them to grow mindful of what horrors ensue. Otherwise, they become distasteful, or spoiled beyond the need for redemption. I'll show them what adrenaline means, and what panic is; how to race a heart, to think of no one else but themselves. Don't they need to have chill rolling down the their shoulders to the upper-arms, periodically ignored by a cold sweat, dissolving their temple? Why not? Rambling is necessary, as this happens in real-time. You can mimic me even, because it's just so pleasing to narrate their tribulations. I hide in the unexpected to get interesting perspectives, to make unique viewpoints for my literature. My monologue is more than a thought or merely a tangible memory. It blooms into a documentation of life, or what it means to know. ~ From beneath the car a pair of shoes scraped the pavement, which smoothed the Adidas further. The shoes turned parallel to the car jolting a foot into a momentary dangle. The view was entrancing with the veering sparkles of moisture layering the pavement, complimenting the dripping car pipe. Panting absolved the setting. He was alone, and his bony ankles were up for grabs. Black muffled the ground, obscure to the glimmering road surface. It latched onto his ankle and receded, at a fraction of a second resembling a hand. No, not just a hand, but it seemed to be a webbed silhouette. He shrieked, reaching a high-pitch. His black hand grappled the road, and uselessly dug his nails into the pebbles loose from the pavement, fingers jointed like a peak. He was black with the stereotypical baggy shirt. The shirt tightened around his waist as he crawled away, constricting him like a blanket would. Eyes peering away from the car. Everything becomes his peripheral vision, like an extension of reality getting in the way of his struggle. It isn't significant to him, and he could never care about it. 'NO' races through his mind. "NO! NO! NO!" Those shrieks strained his shoulders, pressured his throat, and exhausted the sides of his neck. His sweat was no more. Gnarls and gnashing greeted him from behind. He decided to become ethereal. No longer was he a human as his reactions became instinctive. Knees erected themselves jerkily, followed by the shoe tips tearing the ground to achieve balance. Arduously, he pounced away with his upper leg, transitioned to a strut. Heart pounding. Heart racing. Heart zooming. His eyes gained consciousness, but tired to a gaze. Not long had he walked when he spotted my massive white face glaring off the concrete. In an attempt to stop he slipped forward, catching himself by the hands in sit-up positions. Teeth shredded the air, probably imagining clenching the boy's flesh. Blood belongs on those teeth. He lifted his scrotal area to shift his balance sideways so he could get out of range. My silhouette hand reached for his receding side, intentionally digging into his left thigh. Webbed fingers reached across his back, probably measuring 10 inches. They tore unremittingly into his flesh, which reached his spine when the time came. My other hand clutched the opposite side, to force the child forward. The teeth shredded the white shirt drooping down from the boy's abdomen. Closer. Closer. Closer. His body approached my mouth. "AHHHHHHH!" he gargled as my teeth turned outward like they were attracted by a magnet, looking all the more ferocious, with a few sharpened excessively and others curled unnaturally. Blood red eyes protruded from the once vacant eye sockets, narrowing in size like they were adjusting. The boy shed a single tear, which splashed on the moist road, mixing in with the centimeter of rain that remained. He felt helpless, skirmishing with the hands that constrained him. I know what kids think at this moment. They imagine their darling siblings, their game of catch with dad, and the great time they had playing four-square or football; and maybe even a friend or two. Those emotions that bewildered him were only a manipulation of life, and I will graciously reveal the lie. Will you watch? His body snapped in half at the waist, folding it in for consumption. There was no more incompetence from the boy, as his carcass was complaisant and accepting. He slipped inside my grotesque mouth, with the only difficulty coming from his shoes, which latched onto my lower jaw. ~ The creatures face wasn't in the head, but in the stomach. As it existed blankly, you get the uncanny feeling that the head knows how to satisfy its stomach. It is the servant of hunger, and you are the prey; but the head is only convinced that its actions are morally sound. To be so gruesome, you only have to wonder what deranged mind could make those conclusions. Edit(9:37 A.M. CST 4/18/14): Grammatical errors are fixed involving variations in passed tense and present tense. Few sentences were added, but the overall story hasn't changed. Edit:(3:57 P.M. CST 4/18/14): Minor errors

Just finished the prologue, and I'm relieved that it wasn't much of an 'info dump'. With the clear transitions and rapid pacing, I wasn't bored at all. When you described the raptor scratching the door it may have been ideal to add in some onomatopoeia(I spell-checked that lol) such as 'SHJJJJUUUAH' to add a emphasis on the horrid sound of the noise. Additionally, making the velociraptor gnarl would have been a nice descriptor. Mainly what kept me with the prologue was your latent use of humor, whether unintentional or not, I cracked up when you told us how horrific the site of a bulging man running was. xD

I'll be reading this come this afternoon.

I'm playing. #9

I'm sick of shooting the head and having 1/3 BR bullets zip passed the neck, without aim magnetism forcing contact. It seemed cheap because even if the random deviation in the bullets is slight, it is too detrimental when aiming for the head and occasionally the neck. I notice that the aim assist even loses effect sometimes in that region, either as a glitch or an unknown function; but this causes the bullets to stray away from the head often-times, even when the reticle is centered on the head. Irritatingly, this is just a minor nuance in the game, or a distraction I suppose; similar to the bloom effect in H:R.

11 comments!! You must be the envy of the news group, Adam91.

You have been rebuked! Summons JXZ

Understood. Well, obviously you know more than me. I won't doubt you from now on.

Thank you for the update...

Bungie did officially confirm it. This article needs more information. Besides, a late April Fools joke would make no sense, and the date doesn't even correspond with Bungie's favorite number, 7. This is enough to show that it is serious. Bungie said that they fired Marty O'Donnel on good terms, and that they wish him the best of luck. These words are meaningless, but they serve a contradiction to what Marty tweeted. People have conjectured that he was fired due to a (Time Magazine) proffessional or personal blunder, or a creative disagreement. This is shocking, but imagine all the job offers he's received already. Don't you think it would be cool for Neil Davidge and Marty O'Donnel to work together, like they did with Never Forget(Midnight Version)?

The commemoration will begin tonight. Read my long post if you don't know. I'm doing it in PM.

Well I did vote jerk. The detective wouldn't talk to me.

Actually, my friend uses math to determine the physics of certain android apps. It's interesting to say the least. Sadly, some games that can be beaten with math and logic are instead played through trial-and-error(which is the most renown form of heuristics)... Sudoku is fun.

This is why you are my favorite.

Fishy! You don't even read what I write! Simulation is a form of training,and in no way did I intend to say that gaming was all the training they used. I did forget to mention 'awareness' in my extensive argument, but that is beside the point. Additionally, the games that the millitary use for simulation purposes are specialized for the millitary; not much of Halo, Battlefield, or whatever else. The use games that simulate tactile uses, with such extensions as guns and control panels to create immersion. At best, gaming experience is used in the screening process or encouraged as a casual advantage. I'm dissapointed that you had the AUDACITY to come out and call me stupid with little consideration of what I've written.

Lore and Canon are not the game in itself. Halo is good for the 15+ demographic, but not so much for children. Like I said, the willingness to learn from a game is unique to the person(kid), which sadly leads to statistical and probability analysis. The minority of kids that can learn something from certain games are far outnumbered by the majority(CoD kids being the majority), but there are few that use those games as a gateway to game development, dynamics, and teamwork(clans). Other more omnibus developments include fine-motor skills and multi-tasking, with their usefulness being questionable at best. The bright side is that the fairly smart kids, the ones that will learn something from map/world designing games and certain aspects of the games themselves are easy to notice. You can tell when a kid is brain-dead compared to when they're doing something worthwhile. The argument of this topic makes little difference, because the only kids at loss are the one parented by cynical pricks, worrisome families, and parents with moral obligations and/or ideals. Those kids are few, though they exist.

Assassins Creed doesn't teach you nearly enough to even count as a course. Secondly, video games are used to train military recruits, but isn't a replacement for common sense and good ole fear.

So yes, Gears of War may help motor skills, but how much is really necessary? Only a special child would find a game like that intellectually stimulating, unless a creative gimmick is introduced like Halo Forge, Far Cry 3 Editor, or those skating games that let you build skate parks. God of War can teach a little history, but is that what parents really want? They know a few useless facts about Greek and Roman mythology in place of hours of lost time reading, studying, playing outside, or doing homework. Honestly, that doesn't sound like a good trade. The only thing that can convince parents to let kids play games is proof of a long-term benefit. Those are things that aren't readily apparent, and therefor require research.

It seems that Azaxx has yet to make his point, though this would be his area of common interest. Like Exia said, anything can be educational if you allow the time to contemplate what is done. Relations to secondary skills such as hand-eye coordination can be quantified through testing, where empirical data may conclude that a certain set of stimuli(games, media, products) can be detrimental or beneficial to the child's psyche or fine-motor movements. With anything intellectual, all that matters is how though provoking the 'stimuli' is, which is dependent on the child. Parents might see this as an 'out in the left field' claim, but that doesn't prevent it from being true; because that would make it no different from anything else involving parenting(a childs habits, common sense, food preferences, and individual education)....

The key-word was text, since I forgot to take that into consideration. I didn't watch the video(Since I can't).