samuraigaiden
Arcane
Why don't you guys go post your opinion on the Reddit thread instead?
Why?Why don't you guys go post your opinion on the Reddit thread instead?
What are you doing dad, that's my minecraft den
i'll get revenge when i'm ten
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.
So then my friend's Dad takes not only the HoMM2 CDrom, but every other single CDRom he can find from not only my friend's brother, but also my friend (as they were all stored in the same place) and microwaves them one by one. It took like 10 minutes, and was the most intense and sustained display of rage I think I have ever seen to this day.
Why don't you guys go post your opinion on the Reddit thread instead?
So then my friend's Dad takes not only the HoMM2 CDrom, but every other single CDRom he can find from not only my friend's brother, but also my friend (as they were all stored in the same place) and microwaves them one by one. It took like 10 minutes, and was the most intense and sustained display of rage I think I have ever seen to this day.
What a dick. But you have to admire the commitment. He had to know you were going to tell the story to anyone who would listen. Games were much more expensive back then too.
Why don't you guys go post your opinion on the Reddit thread instead?
OK boomer.The amount of sperging out over this here is a bit surprising to me. As a child, my school principle had a wooden paddle on the wall behind his desk, and many of my neighborhood pals were whipped on the regular by their parents. Even I was given the hard hand once or twice, though usually a stern look or 'HEY!' from pops was enough to chill me out. Part of the credibility of parental authority is children's fear of it.
There's a difference between a swift beating and destroying a year's worth of creative effort.
It's a fucking video game, bro. You're getting too bent out of shape over a series of 1s and 0s.
I remember one Christmas when I was young man (95? 96?). My best friend and I had a tradition of asking each of our parents for one computer game that we could play together either co-operatively or hotseat. By that time we had roped my best friend's younger brother into this as well because, duh, 3 games are better than 2, and while it was annoying to have to hang out with his little brother we could just be shitty teenagers and be really mean to him. Anyways, that year we pressured my friend's younger brother into asking for HoMM2 because we wanted some other games (I think Diablo and... something else) more, but also wanted HoMM2. So Christmas morning comes around and my friend's little brother gets HoMM2. Yay! We're all excited and I go over to their house to play computer games. Come 9 o'clock and my friend's dad tells my friend's brother that it's time for him to brush his teeth and go to bed, but my friend's brother refuses, saying he needs to play just a few more turns. So then my friend's Dad takes not only the HoMM2 CDrom, but every other single CDRom he can find from not only my friend's brother, but also my friend (as they were all stored in the same place) and microwaves them one by one. It took like 10 minutes, and was the most intense and sustained display of rage I think I have ever seen to this day. And then of course my best friend and I beat his brother up for the next year because he ruined some of our favorite games. The only things I know about my friend's brother today are that he sells drugs out of his parents' basement and that everytime I logon Steam he is always playing some shitty F2P MMO.
Also why the fuck is this parent looking a gift horse in the mouth? My son wakes up at 5:45AM every single day, if he slept even until 7 I would be absolutely fucking elated.
What do you guys think?
OK boomer.The amount of sperging out over this here is a bit surprising to me. As a child, my school principle had a wooden paddle on the wall behind his desk, and many of my neighborhood pals were whipped on the regular by their parents. Even I was given the hard hand once or twice, though usually a stern look or 'HEY!' from pops was enough to chill me out. Part of the credibility of parental authority is children's fear of it.
There's a difference between a swift beating and destroying a year's worth of creative effort.
It's a fucking video game, bro. You're getting too bent out of shape over a series of 1s and 0s.
I don't know why parents want their kids to wake up at all. Wouldn't it be SO much better if they just crawled into a a cocoon and sealed themselves in and didn't emerge until they were 18?Also why the fuck is this parent looking a gift horse in the mouth? My son wakes up at 5:45AM every single day, if he slept even until 7 I would be absolutely fucking elated.
one of the better copypastas this yearI remember one Christmas when I was young man (95? 96?). My best friend and I had a tradition of asking each of our parents for one computer game that we could play together either co-operatively or hotseat. By that time we had roped my best friend's younger brother into this as well because, duh, 3 games are better than 2, and while it was annoying to have to hang out with his little brother we could just be shitty teenagers and be really mean to him. Anyways, that year we pressured my friend's younger brother into asking for HoMM2 because we wanted some other games (I think Diablo and... something else) more, but also wanted HoMM2. So Christmas morning comes around and my friend's little brother gets HoMM2. Yay! We're all excited and I go over to their house to play computer games. Come 9 o'clock and my friend's dad tells my friend's brother that it's time for him to brush his teeth and go to bed, but my friend's brother refuses, saying he needs to play just a few more turns. So then my friend's Dad takes not only the HoMM2 CDrom, but every other single CDRom he can find from not only my friend's brother, but also my friend (as they were all stored in the same place) and microwaves them one by one. It took like 10 minutes, and was the most intense and sustained display of rage I think I have ever seen to this day. And then of course my best friend and I beat his brother up for the next year because he ruined some of our favorite games. The only things I know about my friend's brother today are that he sells drugs out of his parents' basement and that everytime I logon Steam he is always playing some shitty F2P MMO.
Also why the fuck is this parent looking a gift horse in the mouth? My son wakes up at 5:45AM every single day, if he slept even until 7 I would be absolutely fucking elated.
It's like a big turd planted in your childhood memories.
Now I have to go feed my four eight legged sons.
That ain't cool. You have an unfair advantage in football with eight legs and what not.I once created a huge pile of Lego kingdoms in the family room hardly anyone used. It was my childhood magnum opus, I even called it "Castle Lego." Then one day I woke up to the shock and terror of my father disassembling and throwing it all in a big bin. I screeched in my squeaky child voice what the meaning of this was and he looked at me, said good morning, I inquired loudly again, and he said to me nonchalantly, "Cleaning up your faggy blockhead toys, what does it look like?" I told him it was a project, it was my pride and joy and he laughed then smacked me in the face and said, "Shut up you little fucking BITCH. Go outside and play football like your brothers. Pussy." So I did. I played football.
And you know what? I turned out fine. Now I have to go feed my four eight legged sons.
That ain't cool. You have an unfair advantage in football with eight legs and what not.