Even though I was born in Columbus, Ohio, I didn’t live there for a long time. Most of my life has consisted of moving back and forth between Maryland and Colorado, but when I did live in Columbus I enjoyed visiting the 24/7/365 video rental store in German Village. Whenever my brother came home on the weekends, we would randomly go rent a game at 2am for less than $2.
The store was (it’s no longer in business) was the best place to go at any time of the day to try out new & old videogames on the PS2 and other systems. I remember so many late night strolls down to the store, and I even remember stopping by the store to pick up games before a blizzard hits. I fell in love with a lot of games when I was at that store, such as Dreamfall: The Longest Journey, Dynasty Warriors, Escape From Monkey Island, and Ecco The Dolphin: Defended of the Future, but by far the game that impacted me the most was Contra: Shattered Soldier.
For years I’ve gone on epic rants about how amazing Contra: Shattered Soldier is, especially if you have the amazing opportunity to play co-op. Personally, I’ve played the game solo and co-op with my brother, and I found that it was much more fun playing co-op and taking on some of the most disgusting alien bosses I’ve ever seen.
If you’re faint of heart, then don’t even bother playing this game. Well, it’s not crazy gore or anything, but some of the alien bosses just look so disgusting and gross. I mean bug guts everywhere gross! But oddly, it is what makes this game so awesome and an instant Ps2 classic in my opinion.
But gross alien bosses and weird creatures with alien bodies but creepy gigantic human faces isn’t what makes this game awesome, it’s the progression of each stage in the two-dimensional gameplay style. In most first-person games you can spray bullets everywhere and now that sooner or later it’s going to hit, but in a 2D game where you shoot matters; hitting large targets and small targets in the midst of obstacles is something that makes Contra: Shattered Soldier an amazing game.
There where a lot of games that hit the PS2 that really caught my attention, but I’ll never forget paying $1 a day for Contra: Shattered Soldier and staying up late nights to beat it. And once my brother and I finally beat all those disgustingly awesome bosses, we headed to the video store between 3-4am and selected the next game we’d hope to conquer. Yet, Contra: Shattered Soldier would always be a game we would talk about for years to come. As I said before, it is an instant favorite that shouldn’t be slept on.
Here are some great videos that show how awesome the game is, as well as how disturbing and disgusting the bosses are. The turtle boss with the morphed-human-like butt face is the so gross! It even spits out acid, body parts, and bugs. LOL. But it’s a hell of a time shooting at it. Ah, good times…
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I’m super ecstatic right now? Not because it’s my second day in California and it was refreshing to have warm weather versus the cold in Colorado, but I’m super happy that Maxxi Soundsystem officially released “Regrets We Have No Use For (feat. Name One.)”
It’s a song that you can’t help but to fall in love with. The vocal quality is super soulful and it reminds me of a mixture of Ben Westbeech, Alex Clare, and Mark Ronson. All those singers have such a rich vocal quality with a soulful tone, and Maxxi Soundsystem’s “Regrets We Have No Use For (feat. Name One)” has that sound.
You can officially buy the release and the Matthew Herbert today. And while you’re at it, check out the awesome official music video.
I just switched to a different hotel today. The past three weeks I’ve been in living in a hotel since moving back to Colorado, and hopefully by the end of this month or early December we (my parents + me) will move into an apartment. But right now it’s cheaper to save up the money we’ve got coming in and the hotel is pretty affordable, about the same cost of rent here except without having to pay all the utilities and first months + security deposit to move into a place.
All this transitioning and watching a lot of HGTV has made me daydream about getting situated and what it would be like to one day actually own a house. Moving around from place to place is something I do a lot, but maybe one day I’d actually find a place to call home and have the money to build that custom dream house.
It would be nice to think that you can easily just build a dream home, but in my daydream of building the perfect house, I never actually wonder about the building process. What all goes into making that dream house? It’s more than just a blueprint you’ve got to have an idea for the design, the materials, and the contractors you’ll entrust with crafting you dream home.
Well if I ever had to make that house a reality, I’d have two requirements: a pool and a nice roof. Of course who doesn’t want a lovely pool in their background, but how about a roof? Everyone needs a roof over their head and it doesn’t have to be a boring cookie-cutter roof.
There are so many different styles to pick from, and if you’re in the state of Illinois, you’ll probably want to make sure that roof is wind resistant. And if wind is not your concern, then in general, you’ll need to find contractors that can get the job done for an affordable cost. Well then, you should check out Benefit Roofing. Click the following link to find out more info: http://www.benefitroofing.com/
From shingle roofs, cedar shake roofs, and so much more. Benefit Roofing has got your covered! And trust me, they are quite affordable. So if you live in the Chicago or Illinois region, and are in search of a “roof over your head” then check the out and see what they’ve got to offer.
This is an assignment from my Scriptwriting class I took in sophomore year. I’ve never really had any close friends or friendships that have lasted a long time, and I surely haven’t had long-term relationships. So when it came to writing this assignment, the one person that came to my mind was a friend that really had a spirit for life. She died in a car accident while I was in Colorado and she was still in Maryland, but I always think of her and imagine what her life would have been like. She had so much pain and hurt, but she still had a joy for life. All she wanted was love…
JASMINE, 19, tall height for a female, brown skin with caramel undertones, short curly hair, outgoing demeanor with a raw outlook on life.
When I first met her, I realized that for a big girl she held no limitations to her life. Yeah, it’s true we both dated the same guy. She had him first…I had him second. Truth of the matter is, I had him last. So many times in life when you walk pass a wall and see graffiti sprayed with three desperate letters “RIP” you realize that this will become a part of your reality one day.
Lustful weekends. Drunk phone calls. Exaggerated lies in the face of a concerned mother. These were threads woven into the fabric of our friendship. She didn’t let her natural h cup earthquakes stop her from expressing her love for sports or fashion. All of her clothes were customed made. Price didn’t matter, her dad was VIP of a top pharmaceutical company and their estate on Masters Run was 15 houses in one. She clocked in at 6 feet tall and used her height on the volleyball court and on the streets with men.
Our friendship began on Myspace. All it took was one message, one text, one phone call, and a lunch date at Panera Bread. Next thing you know, before I even know it…we became best friends. It dawned on me that we had more in common than dating the same guy and being 6 feet tall. She loved to laugh. Melissa had a roaring laughter that could shake California. Her favorite comedian…was herself. After a long day at the mall looking for “hot” black guys, I would laugh at her excuses for why the guy’s didn’t want her.
She would explain to me the reasons black guys didn’t want to date her was because she was “just a white girl”. Every guy she pushed up on, ending up trying to get with me…and walking away empty handed. My mom always told me to never break the number one girl’s rule. Don’t date your best friend’s ex, but also never date their crush. I couldn’t diss my friend. I couldn’t let her beat herself up for being downgraded to “just a white girl”. Melissa was more than that. The color of her skin didn’t stop the love she donated. Melissa was a bubbly ray of sunshine, with the voice of Taylor Swift. Grown men would cry when Melissa would sing her song. All she wanted was to be loved.
I never really believed in the fairytales of love, until I met Melissa. For 2 years I watched her go through ultimate pain, rejection, pregnancy scares, on her knees in random bathrooms with random black men, 2 rape cases that resulted in restraining orders, 2 abortions, and spending Friday nights alone eating ice cream filled with tears. I wanted to grab a spoon and join her in eating Ben and Jerrys. I wanted to watch cliché romantic comedies and plan each of our wedding days in our minds.On plenty of occasions I wanted to disappear from her life…but her mother’s words tugged at my heart. “Don’t let anything happen to my Melissa. She needs a good person like you in her life. Please stay her friend” Her mother would beg for me to hang out with Melissa. To somehow deflect the pain and to create new memories that normal teen girl’s should experience. Going to the prom and passing drivers ed.
It took her forever to pass drivers ed. She failed the test 3 times. It took her meeting a guy off myspace, falling in love, and getting married for her to finally pass the test.
Life is like a wind that keeps blowing. The wind blew me to Colorado. The wind blew me to new friends. The wind blew me on a Sunday afternoon a year later to Melissa’s Facebook page. The wind blew me to tears when I saw all the RIP posts that stormed and rained on her wall. A friendship that began on Myspace…ended with a RIP on Facebook. Now the wind blows me to tell her story. My story.