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The Anti-"Match Thread" Thread | Imaginary vs Nonexistent | Fictitious Stadium | February 30, -2015

So, in my perennial quest to make time to write, I was reading my fifty sixth book on craft, and came across the Rule of Three.

In fiction, as in life, one occurrence is random. An isolated event. Two are a coincidence, because sometimes lightning strikes twice. Three is a pattern. A sequence. A trend.

A chill crept down (or up?) my spine.

Interesting, never knew you were into witchcraft. :ghalib
 
Seriously though, Saqs and I have discussed black magic/witchcraft a bit in the Jinn thread. In case you're interested.
 
My deep freezer is filled to the brim with snips and snails and puppy dog tails. The sugar and spice are in the pantry.

be careful what you say, Saudi Arabia still hacks off a few heads every year on the alleged crime of sorcery and witchcraft. :murali
 
be careful what you say, Saudi Arabia still hacks off a few heads every year on the alleged crime of sorcery and witchcraft. :murali

Speaking of writing and Saudi Arabia, I'm brainstorming a story these days. It involves Prince Bandar aka Bandar Bush. I'm going for a simian theme, what with his name, and the belief that nations in the past in the general vicinity were turned into monkeys for homosexuality. I'll have Hanuman make an appearance too, and George W Bush. That way I get to offend everybody.

It will never get published, but at least it won't be because it wasn't good enough ;)
 
Will be meeting my (would be..or wouldn't be) father in law today. I am really angry having to go and explain myself, that I can provide the same lifestyle to his daughter, and that I dont want a penny from him.

No relation with this thread, except that he loves eating fish (fried in mustard oil).
 
I remember this song. Suzanne Vega was one of a crop of young acoustic singer-songwriters that emerged in the early to mid 90s.

It's always exciting, getting a crop of youngsters. Some crops however look like they were planted in a drought and harvested in a bitter winter, and are mostly chaff and not enough wheat. That often prompts us more jaded, seasoned types to shake our heads and bemoan the falling standards of planting and nurturing and harvesting and marketing.

On a rare positive note, there's always hope for the next crop. Paiwasta reh shajar se, umeed-e-bahaar rakh, and all that. 2019 may be a better harvest.

The problem may lie in the crops connection with its main stem and roots. This could be the fault of too much water as well, making the ground soggy and the branches not sturdy enough to withstand the bustling winds from the east. Once detached the crop loses its balance and fall on the ground with no hope of recovery in the coming spring.

Dali Gyi Jo Fasal-e-Khazan Mein Shajar Se Toot
Mumkin Nahin Hari Ho Sahab-e-Bahar Se
 
Will be meeting my (would be..or wouldn't be) father in law today. I am really angry having to go and explain myself, that I can provide the same lifestyle to his daughter, and that I dont want a penny from him.

No relation with this thread, except that he loves eating fish (fried in mustard oil).

Tell him you like eating fish as well and as long as there is fish in the sea you will not let her daughter be without it. Tell him you like mustard too, so much so that you have grown mustard plants in your garden and that you tend to them diligently, just like you plan to tend to his daughter.
 
Might have to log into this thread a day early.

Was gutted today. Wrote an economics exam, after practically giving it my all. Went bad, but for everyone. Came home, mom called and I started crying on the phone like a sap.

I know the jig. Leave it to God, it's alright, you worked hard, they'll bell-curve it - I truly get all that, and now I'm just enraged. Backed myself into a corner, and lost it from there. Now my mind's all over the place and I've yet to stuff a year's worth of philosophy into my head for another exam in less than 36 hours.

Also. the 3-0 loss to Bangladesh. I can't even ... :110:
 
Tell him you like eating fish as well and as long as there is fish in the sea you will not let her daughter be without it. Tell him you like mustard too, so much so that you have grown mustard plants in your garden and that you tend to them diligently, just like you plan to tend to his daughter.

He is a fool. Yesterday he met his daughter and asked her to break up with me. Apparently too much money has gone to his head, which he earned through corruption btw.
 
Might have to log into this thread a day early.

Was gutted today. Wrote an economics exam, after practically giving it my all. Went bad, but for everyone. Came home, mom called and I started crying on the phone like a sap.

I know the jig. Leave it to God, it's alright, you worked hard, they'll bell-curve it - I truly get all that, and now I'm just enraged. Backed myself into a corner, and lost it from there. Now my mind's all over the place and I've yet to stuff a year's worth of philosophy into my head for another exam in less than 36 hours.

Also. the 3-0 loss to Bangladesh. I can't even ... :110:

Why don't you study harder. If I recall your CGPA is less than 3.5. Don't you feel bad about it? I could not maintain my 4.0 because I got a B+ in a subject, and I regret it to this day.
 
The problem may lie in the crops connection with its main stem and roots. This could be the fault of too much water as well, making the ground soggy and the branches not sturdy enough to withstand the bustling winds from the east. Once detached the crop loses its balance and fall on the ground with no hope of recovery in the coming spring.

Dali Gyi Jo Fasal-e-Khazan Mein Shajar Se Toot
Mumkin Nahin Hari Ho Sahab-e-Bahar Se

Too much water really is bad, and its usually due to excessive sodium consumption. Iqbal was however an advocate of a little water, hence the zara namm ho to yeh mitti bohot zarkhaiz hai saqi line. The question is, why drag the tavern keeper into it? Maybe he is preaching irrigation through alcohol? Or perhaps in a dry country, taverns resort to serving water? There are so many angles to the guy's words, its astounding.
 
Why don't you study harder. If I recall your CGPA is less than 3.5. Don't you feel bad about it? I could not maintain my 4.0 because I got a B+ in a subject, and I regret it to this day.

Feel so much better reading that :baelish

Wrong. It's >3.6. Not by much, but they induce anything more than 3.5 to the Dean's list - I just want to maintain that.

I have never been a 4.0-typer. And I can't wire my mind around economics. I'm more into theoretical/historical analyses. Also, it's not about studying hard (these past 2 months have been hellish for me) - it's about lack of self-discipline and getting my mind to work under pressure.
 
Back in my Tableeghia-infested undergrad school, I was on the Dean's hit list too. But I lived to tell the tale.
 
Too much water really is bad, and its usually due to excessive sodium consumption. Iqbal was however an advocate of a little water, hence the zara namm ho to yeh mitti bohot zarkhaiz hai saqi line. The question is, why drag the tavern keeper into it? Maybe he is preaching irrigation through alcohol? Or perhaps in a dry country, taverns resort to serving water? There are so many angles to the guy's words, its astounding.

You can never drink too much water if you eat enough sodium to maintain the minimum concentration of urine. Drinking too much water is a psychological disorder, not a physiological one, ie it's not harmful for you if you drink in accordance to your thirst. Potomans usually drink 10-15L a day, nothing Iqbal would have been thinking about.

(Yes, I'm studying nephrology).
 
You can never drink too much water if you eat enough sodium to maintain the minimum concentration of urine. Drinking too much water is a psychological disorder, not a physiological one, ie it's not harmful for you if you drink in accordance to your thirst. Potomans usually drink 10-15L a day, nothing Iqbal would have been thinking about.

(Yes, I'm studying nephrology).

No I meant water weight retention due to too much sodium. Like when you are careless one day and wake up bloated the next, and then are careful and your weight has dropped five pounds from the day before, so you take your eyes off the ball that day and are bloated the day after, which forces you to be careful again and you've dropped five pounds again, except that you gained five pounds the day before, so you're back where you started, which isn't so bad because at least you got rid of the excess water. Its the bane of us skinny fat types.
 
No I meant water weight retention due to too much sodium. Like when you are careless one day and wake up bloated the next, and then are careful and your weight has dropped five pounds from the day before, so you take your eyes off the ball that day and are bloated the day after, which forces you to be careful again and you've dropped five pounds again, except that you gained five pounds the day before, so you're back where you started, which isn't so bad because at least you got rid of the excess water. Its the bane of us skinny fat types.

You are probably just obsessing too much about what the scale tells you, it's not really observable on you in normal cases.
Skinny fat has to be the worst body type, especially with a belly but otherwise tiny arms. Or flabby arms and a belly like Mamoon.
 
it's about lack of self-discipline and getting my mind to work under pressure.

Fear of failure and lack of long-term goals can be a powerful motive behind procrastination. If you know yourself to have worked hard in the past, the issue is probably not as much about laziness or lack of self-discipline.
 
You are probably just obsessing too much about what the scale tells you, it's not really observable on you in normal cases.
Skinny fat has to be the worst body type, especially with a belly but otherwise tiny arms. Or flabby arms and a belly like Mamoon.

I can actually tell, believe it or not. Mostly I can see it on my face.

Also I'm prettier than Mamoon, water weight or no water weight.
 
I can actually tell, believe it or not. Mostly I can see it on my face.

Also I'm prettier than Mamoon, water weight or no water weight.

Do you like the name Aima? For some reason I hate it maybe because it is short or what I just don't like it
 
Inside every frog is a Prince Charming raring to emerge.

Okay, maybe not every frog.

That particular frog-face aims to be a sheikh and, as opposed to prince charming, sheikh charming can be hairy, ugly and obnoxious as long as he has oil.
 
Fear of failure and lack of long-term goals can be a powerful motive behind procrastination. If you know yourself to have worked hard in the past, the issue is probably not as much about laziness or lack of self-discipline.


*sigh*

*nods*

Y u talk sense all the time, dark warrior? :batman:
 
Back in my Tableeghia-infested undergrad school, I was on the Dean's hit list too. But I lived to tell the tale.

The bloodiest fight in my undergrad school was between the Tableeghi Jamaat and PSA (Punjabi Students) over the screening of a movie on campus.
 
That particular frog-face aims to be a sheikh and, as opposed to prince charming, sheikh charming can be hairy, ugly and obnoxious as long as he has oil.

I detect serious and persistent exasperation towards said frog/sheikh. I must have missed something.

As is the mantra of this thread, "let it all out." But speak in parables.
 
The bloodiest fight in my undergrad school was between the Tableeghi Jamaat and PSA (Punjabi Students) over the screening of a movie on campus.

Must've been a very controversial movie for the Tableeghias to engage in a bloody fight. Their modus operandi is usually different.

Are you sure it wasn't the Jamaatias aka Jamiat aka IJT?
 
Must've been a very controversial movie for the Tableeghias to engage in a bloody fight. Their modus operandi is usually different.

Are you sure it wasn't the Jamaatias aka Jamiat aka IJT?

Yep you are right, they were Jamiat, got them confused with Tableeghi. We had only one Maulana group (Jamiat) on campus. What is the difference between the two?
 
Yep you are right, they were Jamiat, got them confused with Tableeghi. We had only one Maulana group (Jamiat) on campus. What is the difference between the two?

Well, instead of engaging in the bloody fight over the movie, the Tableeghias would've emotionally blackmailed the administration into banning the screening, and/or shamed the students into not attending.
 
I detect serious and persistent exasperation towards said frog/sheikh. I must have missed something.

As is the mantra of this thread, "let it all out." But speak in parables.

That would be playing right into his hand. All I'm going to say is that he is a heavy stalker.
 
Well, instead of engaging in the bloody fight over the movie, the Tableeghias would've emotionally blackmailed the administration into banning the screening, and/or shamed the students into not attending.

You havent answered my question
 
That makes sense... :baelish

The good news is, the crunch time is over.

Another dark warrior has now been released :batman:


I don't even remember what that feels like. What does one do outside of crunch time? In your case I know it's mostly worrying about grades.
 
Tomorrow I finally bite the bullet and go to that halal meat store, run by people from that country. I would put it off even longer, but all seven of my senses are crying out for meat. The things we do for our stomachs.
 
Tomorrow I finally bite the bullet and go to that halal meat store, run by people from that country. I would put it off even longer, but all seven of my senses are crying out for meat. The things we do for our stomachs.

You could halalify your own meat. I hear MN is full of woods and guns.
 
No but it has dynastic murder, arranged marriages, vassal torture and eugenics simulation all rolled into one. I guess Ninjas would be a nice addition though.

Sounds too much like GOT :P

Kenshiiiiii :heart: :heart: :heart:

Tomorrow I finally bite the bullet and go to that halal meat store, run by people from that country. I would put it off even longer, but all seven of my senses are crying out for meat. The things we do for our stomachs.

Know that feel :baelish
 
Aren't oysters halal by default like shrimps and co? Otherwise, I've been a ********* for years and they are too tasty to give up.

You've been a what for years? Must be something nasty. Is there a euphemism you can use instead of the dirty word?

I'm guessing you haven't googled Rocky Mountain Oysters yet. They aren't halal by default, they must be halalified.
 
You've been a what for years? Must be something nasty. Is there a euphemism you can use instead of the dirty word?

I'm guessing you haven't googled Rocky Mountain Oysters yet. They aren't halal by default, they must be halalified.

The word seems to have gone the same way as that one word for both chickens and sohail tanvir. What if one wants to discuss the poultry business?
 
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Googled it. Rest assured I have never eaten this thing. Ew.

Maybe that's the metaphor Shakespeare used in ''Why, then the world is mine oyster, which I with sword will open.''
 
Haram Khor. The word seems to have gone the same way as that one word for both chickens and sohail tanvir. What if one wants to discuss the poultry business?

Indeed, what if one wants to discuss the poultry business. Let me try typing in Sohail Tanvir's nickname: *****. It would be a real spanner in the works.

We had a classmate who used to strut around and threaten people with abduction: he said he would have them picked up and locked up in his farmhouse. It later turned out that the farmhouse was actually a poultry farm in Saidpur.
 
Had an interview today. Was applying for a higher position in an extra-curricular society. Began terribly. The top most management was there, and after the initial pleasantries, they stared me down, and I couldn't bring me eye to meet theirs.

Then it dawned on me. T'is just a formality. They know who they want for the position, given their internal politics. Most probably not me, so why bother so much over this?

I literally felt the pressure practically lifting up from my shoulders. I stared them down, and answered all other questions as confidently and appropriately as I could. Might have even sassed slightly. No matter, it ended well ;)

In all honesty, I've always prayed I get this only if this position is beneficial to me - given the mahol of some of the higher-management ups. Nevertheless, I learned something far more valuable. That I have to think my way around all this supposed stress that I haven't been able to manage these past few weeks - should I ever find myself in such times again.

Game, set, match :baelish
 
Googled it. Rest assured I have never eaten this thing. Ew.

Maybe that's the metaphor Shakespeare used in ''Why, then the world is mine oyster, which I with sword will open.''

If you've ever had kata kat, or taka tak or whatever they call that dish with assorted meats chopped to smithereens, you've probably had it.
 
Indeed, what if one wants to discuss the poultry business. Let me try typing in Sohail Tanvir's nickname: *****. It would be a real spanner in the works.

We had a classmate who used to strut around and threaten people with abduction: he said he would have them picked up and locked up in his farmhouse. It later turned out that the farmhouse was actually a poultry farm in Saidpur.

That would make the threat more intense (especially for the claustrophobic folks) if he didn't have to admit that he owns a poultry farm - the suzuki of the farming world.
 
You're saying that like it's a bad thing...

Meh. He's just a Ryu who isn't smart enough to know that the bandana is worn on the forehead.

It kinda us...

Endy, he's blind, hence the bandana :9:

And he's got a sword. And telekinesis. And telepathy. All Ryu's got is a hadoooo-ken :sanga

Who is this "Baelish" fellow? Reminds me of Damien Fleming for some reason.

GOT person. I just love that expression :uakmal
 
If you've ever had kata kat, or taka tak or whatever they call that dish with assorted meats chopped to smithereens, you've probably had it.

Well, thanks for telling me that. Now I'll excuse myself to the bathroom.

This reminds me of the movie Apocalypto. If you've seen it, you know the scene I'm talking about.
 
Had an interview today. Was applying for a higher position in an extra-curricular society. Began terribly. The top most management was there, and after the initial pleasantries, they stared me down, and I couldn't bring me eye to meet theirs.

Then it dawned on me. T'is just a formality. They know who they want for the position, given their internal politics. Most probably not me, so why bother so much over this?

I literally felt the pressure practically lifting up from my shoulders. I stared them down, and answered all other questions as confidently and appropriately as I could. Might have even sassed slightly. No matter, it ended well ;)

In all honesty, I've always prayed I get this only if this position is beneficial to me - given the mahol of some of the higher-management ups. Nevertheless, I learned something far more valuable. That I have to think my way around all this supposed stress that I haven't been able to manage these past few weeks - should I ever find myself in such times again.

Game, set, match :baelish

I made a similar discovery but in the opposite direction. It's hard for me to find motivation when I'm not convincing myself that I'm on the verge failure and, if I don't apply yourself, it's going to start a chain reaction that will leave me lying in the metro station while injecting myself heroin.

What kind of society is? If it's franc-maçonnerie, could you introduce a good word for me, I have been meaning to get in forever. To us the wealths and esoteric secrets of the universe!
 
If it's franc-maçonnerie, could you introduce a good word for me, I have been meaning to get in forever. To us the wealths and esoteric secrets of the universe!

Isn't that a fraternity? BL ins't really of the masculine persuasion.
 
It kinda us...

Endy, he's blind, hence the bandana :9:

And he's got a sword. And telekinesis. And telepathy. All Ryu's got is a hadoooo-ken :sanga

Maybe he's not blind and was too embarrassed by his mistake to correct the people who thought him blind? This could be his origin story. He was an average fighter until he started using other senses than his sight but he only started using them because he was too ashamed to take off the bandana.

Jack of all trades, master of none. A hadoo-ken is all Ryu needs to kick this kentchi's ass.
 
Well, thanks for telling me that. Now I'll excuse myself to the bathroom.

So you have had the taka tak/kata kat!

I've shared this joke in some other thread too, but it bears repeating.

This tourist goes to see the bullfights in a small Spanish town. The tradition in that town is that the bulls that have died in the fighting are carved up, and cooked and served in the restaurants in town. This guy always gets the Mountain Oysters.

One day, they are tastier than ever before. Smaller, therefore crunchier on the outside. He insists on complementing the chef. When the chef arrives, he asks what the secret was. The chef says, "Senor, sometimes the bull wins."
 
Isn't that a fraternity? BL ins't really of the masculine persuasion.

Not really. Fraternities are make-believe franc-maçonnerie loges but all they have in common is the initiation aspect and the cronyism.
FM, as a secret society, is a bunch of middle aged white men trying to seek spiritual improvement through debates, esoteric rituals (not only of initiation but also cyclical) and very complicated ranking systems which come with privileges (for example, new members are not allowed to speak until they rise in rank). I once visted a loge and it looked a bit like the british parliament but with strange sculptures and huge fresques of the sun, moon,... Very pretty tbh.
 
So you have had the taka tak/kata kat!

I've shared this joke in some other thread too, but it bears repeating.

This tourist goes to see the bullfights in a small Spanish town. The tradition in that town is that the bulls that have died in the fighting are carved up, and cooked and served in the restaurants in town. This guy always gets the Mountain Oysters.

One day, they are tastier than ever before. Smaller, therefore crunchier on the outside. He insists on complementing the chef. When the chef arrives, he asks what the secret was. The chef says, "Senor, sometimes the bull wins."

Haha, good joke.

My compliments to the chef.

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I made a similar discovery but in the opposite direction. It's hard for me to find motivation when I'm not convincing myself that I'm on the verge failure and, if I don't apply yourself, it's going to start a chain reaction that will leave me lying in the metro station while injecting myself heroin.

What kind of society is? If it's franc-maçonnerie, could you introduce a good word for me, I have been meaning to get in forever. To us the wealths and esoteric secrets of the universe!

It's affiliated with my IR-program. Global governance compliance and research.

I used to be like that. I still need that sort of thinking when I'm working on something. But once I'm at the actual event/stage itself (i.e. during an exam, during an interview, whatever).. then I throw caution to the wind and basically think 'Screw this. I'm done' to relieve myself of the pressure at that moment.

Saw a crazed-addict at the subway today, please don't turn into one of those :sanga

Isn't that a fraternity? BL ins't really of the masculine persuasion.

No. Not a frat, I promise :facepalm:

Maybe he's not blind and was too embarrassed by his mistake to correct the people who thought him blind? This could be his origin story. He was an average fighter until he started using other senses than his sight but he only started using them because he was too ashamed to take off the bandana.

Jack of all trades, master of none. A hadoo-ken is all Ryu needs to kick this kentchi's ass.

Ha ha ha so foony endy :L

His back-story is actually better than half the roster's. He was an arrogant swordsman, who would travel and seek opponents and beat them just to feed his ego. Then an old man once approached him, told him of a sword worthy of his greatness, which he should seek. Kenshi accompanied him, broke open and entered a well that contained the souls of scores of warriors. The ordeal left him blinded permanently - while the old man, Shang Tsung, absorbed the souls, and then left him to die. The sword was there, however, and 'called' out to him - reawakened his senses. Turns out, they were his own warrior-ancestors, who threw a nasty shade at him. Nevertheless, he's been out for revenge :)

Far better than goody-two shoes Ryu wanting to be the best :baelish
 
It's affiliated with my IR-program. Global governance compliance and research.

Society made it sound a lot more occult. I assume you were interested as a door to graduate school?

I used to be like that. I still need that sort of thinking when I'm working on something. But once I'm at the actual event/stage itself (i.e. during an exam, during an interview, whatever).. then I throw caution to the wind and basically think 'Screw this. I'm done' to relieve myself of the pressure at that moment.

Yes, it's a very delicate equlibrum. You want enough stress to keep you alert (fight) but not so much that you throw up, break down crying and run home to hide under the bed (flight).

Saw a crazed-addict at the subway today, please don't turn into one of those :sanga

I don't know, seems like as good a career prospect as any.






His back-story is actually better than half the roster's. He was an arrogant swordsman, who would travel and seek opponents and beat them just to feed his ego. Then an old man once approached him, told him of a sword worthy of his greatness, which he should seek. Kenshi accompanied him, broke open and entered a well that contained the souls of scores of warriors. The ordeal left him blinded permanently - while the old man, Shang Tsung, absorbed the souls, and then left him to die. The sword was there, however, and 'called' out to him - reawakened his senses. Turns out, they were his own warrior-ancestors, who threw a nasty shade at him. Nevertheless, he's been out for revenge :)

Far better than goody-two shoes Ryu wanting to be the best :baelish

That's a pretty interesting origin story. Or at least was 20 years ago before they milked it for everything it's got.
 
Found myself aimlessly browsing through Moeiz no.1's thread today consisting entirely of his pics with celebrities at Heathrow Airport. He has taken a lot of pics with celebrities of all kinds but one person stood out, Shahrukh Khan. Probably the most featured celebrity on that thread. As I scanned through them, I couldn't help but notice how SRK has aged over the years. His last pic is literally scary. Those pics can easily be featured on some anti-smoking campaign ad.

Not sure what's the significance of that observation was to this thread but I think the ever dreadful phase of midlife crisis has been mentioned here before so I guess I can justify the above.

Also, why does all Indian male celebrities dress up like they just came out of a movie set. Leather jackets, shirts with top buttons open to reveal their chiseled pecs or hair, funny hats, weird sun glasses....is it out of a sense of insecurity or is that how they are supposed to behave once famous?
 
Society made it sound a lot more occult. I assume you were interested as a door to graduate school?

Not really, just to add something to my CV :baelish

Yes, it's a very delicate equlibrum. You want enough stress to keep you alert (fight) but not so much that you throw up, break down crying and run home to hide under the bed (flight).

It truly is. And I now feel the physical effects of that prolonged stress of the past two months lingering even now. Easing of the previously highly-strung nerves, the sore back, neck, shoulders. And I've always stuck in and fought my way out, but these past few weeks... thank God they're over..

I don't know, seems like as good a career prospect as any.

Please don't, endy. At least don't be the kind that runs about abusing everyone and their race :sanga

That's a pretty interesting origin story. Or at least was 20 years ago before they milked it for everything it's got.

They didn't :sanga

He was part of the 'new generation' of 3D characters, introduced in the early 2000s. Most of what he's done has been non-canon, up to now.

Here's what happens next: Apparently, he joined the Special Forces as a free agent, honed himself as a double-crosser, and found a way into becoming a member of the secret Red Dragon cult society (yep, I didn't apply for that one :P) that worked against Earth (go figure). But his cover was blown - and the cult decided to go after his family. One he hadn't a clue of. He got some intel from the SF of his eight-year old son and his mother in Thailand, and rushed to their aid. The mom, a sassy lady, was dead - but she had sent the son to a neighbouring village. He fled with the boy, practically running with the boy piggybacking for days to escape the assassins. Ultimately, with Scorpion's help, he was successful, but after a severe beatdown. He left the boy with Scorpion as he was rebuilding his clan, and went to seek and destroy the Red Dragon. 15 years later, the boy grew as a skilled fighter, but with severe daddy issues - and with no knowledge of what happened to his mother.

Which ultimately makes me go even more :heart: :heart: :heart:
 
Not really, just to add something to my CV :baelish

Boo, you're one of those.


It truly is. And I now feel the physical effects of that prolonged stress of the past two months lingering even now. Easing of the previously highly-strung nerves, the sore back, neck, shoulders. And I've always stuck in and fought my way out, but these past few weeks... thank God they're over..

And so, to release the stress, BL decided to play a video game where people get their liver pulled from them in amazingly detailed gory animations.

Please don't, endy. At least don't be the kind that runs about abusing everyone and their race :sanga

What about the kind who plays accordion although he doesn't know any song?


They didn't :sanga

He was part of the 'new generation' of 3D characters, introduced in the early 2000s. Most of what he's done has been non-canon, up to now.

Here's what happens next: Apparently, he joined the Special Forces as a free agent, honed himself as a double-crosser, and found a way into becoming a member of the secret Red Dragon cult society (yep, I didn't apply for that one :P) that worked against Earth (go figure). But his cover was blown - and the cult decided to go after his family. One he hadn't a clue of. He got some intel from the SF of his eight-year old son and his mother in Thailand, and rushed to their aid. The mom, a sassy lady, was dead - but she had sent the son to a neighbouring village. He fled with the boy, practically running with the boy piggybacking for days to escape the assassins. Ultimately, with Scorpion's help, he was successful, but after a severe beatdown. He left the boy with Scorpion as he was rebuilding his clan, and went to seek and destroy the Red Dragon. 15 years later, the boy grew as a skilled fighter, but with severe daddy issues - and with no knowledge of what happened to his mother.

Which ultimately makes me go even more :heart: :heart: :heart:

Believe it or not, 2000 is not that far from being 20 years away. Yep, we're getting old :(

That's an interesting story. I assume the boy is going to end up killing his father in one way or the other? If [MENTION=137288]Alchemy[/MENTION] was here, he would linken this to Ahmed Shehzad's backstory. Alas, he retired from Pak forums after the drubbing yesterd... I mean, after nothing happened yesterday.
 
Boo, you're one of those.

Endy, I've a sum total of two worthwhile things on my CV. I need to do dis :batman:

And so, to release the stress, BL decided to play a video game where people get their liver pulled from them in amazingly detailed gory animations.

Precisely :msd

What about the kind who plays accordion although he doesn't know any song?

Aww those people seem the friendliest! :)

Still not the best path to take, endy :baelish


Believe it or not, 2000 is not that far from being 20 years away. Yep, we're getting old :(

That's an interesting story. I assume the boy is going to end up killing his father in one way or the other? If [MENTION=137288]Alchemy[/MENTION] was here, he would linken this to Ahmed Shehzad's backstory. Alas, he retired from Pak forums after the drubbing yesterd... I mean, after nothing happened yesterday.

I.. oh dear, you're right O_O

Actually, much worse..
They patch up and become best friends :uakmal

Nevertheless, t'was a pretty intense scene when they come face-to-face in the game. Complete with the cliched emotional bgm and cinematic, location setting, the works :)

I am honestly doubting the future of Pakistan cricket given what has transpired these recent days :(( Keep that shoda away from Kenshiiii... :heart:
 
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