Nathan... beat me... again... FTW!?! It happens, I wasn't taking him seriously enough, before I knew it, He had three stocks to my one. That was looking good. So, crap. I managed to take down two of his stocks before going down. He's getting that much better each time we play, his top tier character keeps gaining potential, and I... play Roy. Well, in the rematch, I beat him, not as effectively as I'd of wished, but I still proved that he hadn't exceeded me, if matching me. I might just HAVE to take up Marth. My SH F-airing isn't going to save me all the time, his dash move kept cancelling out or overriding my d-tilt, that's what lead to my first loss, I had to grab him like crazy to get him to stop raping me with juggling. Bleh... I shouldn't really stand a chance against a Shiek anyway, so I suppose I should be thankful I have that much skill. I have a few new counterstrikes I'm working on to gain the upperhand again, he has me working on improving, he's doing the job I want him to do. If the competition keeps up, we'll be pro level in no time, my Falco's getting better as well, I'll have to try him against Shiek.

Why is it now, that telling a lie with sarcasm is MORE convincing than seriously telling the truth? I think it's getting rather sad... that the general attitude of most people is to only trust someone when they're not taking anything you say seriously. Is the truth no longer virtuous? Are words no longer meaningful? If someone walks up to me, and says "You're gay" -- If I were to say "No I'm not!" -- they'd keep messing with me, even though they don't really believe it to be true. Yet, if I were to respond "Darn... you found me out..."-- They'd say "Are you serious?"-- I'd say "No, I'm not being serious, genius." Should this really be how things work? Confessing sarcastically so they don't believe you, in order to tell the truth? FTW?! I'd just love to see someone act that way in an emergency, I'd laugh. "Oh, you're not going to get shot at right now," someone says, when they're under fire from a terrorist. I'd say this kind of apprehension from the truth is probably what's causing so many people to have emotional instability when it comes to admitting their feelings, well, if they've never done it before. Imagine a new example... "Maria... I, I hate your friggen' guts!" says Jim. "Oh, you DO love me!" says Maria. I guess I'm exaggerating my point a bit, but it could very well turn into that if we're all so apprehensive about sharing our feelings.

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My Roy was defeated by Nathan's Shiek.  I swear, the first half of the match, Anthony and Aaron were making me laugh too much.  I couldn't hit him, I could barely hold the controller.  Now my perfect record with my Roy since SMYM-3 is over.  It was a 3 stock match though, so it was non-regulation.  I'll get him back though, when I'm not laughing so hard my ribs are caving in.

I WILL RECLAIM MY THRONE!

I know, at first you might be thinking, "What?  Tim has a girlfriend?"  I'll put those thoughts at ease, no.  I do have an EVIL 2 year-old niece though.  Just now, I ran bathwater for her, and put her in the tub.  She says "I cold," and makes a cute little shivering action, so I, being Super Uncle™ heat up the water.  She then proceeded to say "I cold!" when the water wasn't cold at all.

After that, she said "I wan' Dora an' Boots."   Joy, they were RIGHT NEXT TO HER.  I pick them up, and give them to her.  She then picked them up, and threw them into the tub, and said "I wan' Dora an' Boots!"  So, my being Super Uncle™, I hand them to her again.  She repeats, "I wan' Dora an' Boots!"  I promptly say "NO!"

I then proceed to leave the bathroom, as she takes her own baths, but the she yells, "DIM! (That's me, she can't even say T's) I turn around, hearing the Super Uncle™ distress call, and see what's wrong.  She just looks at me.  I say "LACE!" (Her name's Lacey.)  Then we keep yelling eachother's names back and forth for a while.

I ended up saying, "I WIN!"  Then she said, "I WIN!" We both kept repeating, and one of us had to lose this arguement.  I fail.

By that time, her bath was done, so I take her downstairs, and go to get some clothes for her.  Mission successful.  I come back down, and tell her to "Get over here, so I can clothe you!"  Four e-cookies to the person who saw this coming, she runs away from me, giggling butt naked.  I chase her down, lift her up, and place her on the ground... then she gets up again, and runs away again... Oh I'm happy.  I finally find the means to get the clothes on her, and when I go back to my room to post how funny this is, she decides to copy me and become a Fridge Raider™.  I tell her to get out of the fridge, and close it.  She says "NO!"  I say, "YES!"... I lose this one too, but she can't open the fridge, and I was done with it, so HA!  Now I'm here posting about how cute she is, and how manipulative and evil she is as well.

C'est ma vie.

I suppose not many people know much about me, so here is my 784 page novel on how I came to be a gaming fanatic.

Chapter 1: Young days

I grew up moving around from place to place, not really on whim, but by chance. I was born in Lafayette, Indiana. Glad that Taxi was fast... anyway, from there, I moved to another house in West Lafayette in infancy, and then from there, grew into a toddler, and moved to Groveton, New Hampshire, "But when did gaming start?" you ask, I really don't know. My Dad had always had a Nintendo, and I've played it since before I can remember.

Chapter 2: Slightly less young days

Okay, I'm about 4 years-old, yay, I don't remember anything from this period in time, I moved to Attica, Indiana so my Mother can see her family, I stay there for the first half of kindergarten, and moved back for the second half of Kindergarten. (Yes, we moved to and from a place that's 1000+ miles away, it was fun.)  We actually ended up in Manchester, New Hampshire, I suppose for New Hampshire, it's about their Gary, even though it's evilness is less than even Indianapolis.  From there, we went back to Groveton in my Great Grandmother's house, as she had just died.

Chapter 3:  Decline of my Social Status

You knew it was coming.  I'm about 6 years-old, and an attention whore.  I go about showing off my super powers, I kid you not, I HAVE them.  I just stand right by third base, they kick a kickball my direction, and I catch it WITH MY KNEES.  I've done this several times, and everyone wanted me on their team, until I miss, once, that's all it took for them to hate me.  Kids those days.  So that didn't make me too popular.  I was here for 2 and a half years, and made a rivalry with the popular kids.  Believe it or not not, I was competitive athletically.  Even worse, my best friend, Ben Cardinal, and I almost always won the games we played against the two particulars.  I also had my first crush, when I was 7, don't ask me, she was nice, and cute, and... and... anyway.  She was also a friend of mine.  All the guys liked her, and more or less tried to molest her with their lips.  So I held my arms out in front of her, while she backed into a corner, and played hero, and always won.  Anyway, my video game skills and cunning were both in a growing process at this point in my life.  My mother grounded me from the Sega, she always specifies what I'm grounded from.  She grounded me from the Sega, I bust out the NES.  Cunning I tell you.  She probably thought it was good that I was at least smart, and let me get away with it too.  Pretty soon, my parents started having troubles, adding to my social ineptivity, and they divorce.

Chapter 4:  The death of my Social Status

You want to know what kills self confidence?  Peers, parents, midgets on pogosticks giggling, exactly.  I moved to the hellhole known as Littleton, New Hampshire.  The people older than 30 are great.  The nicest people you will ever meet.  The children are vicious though, I went through their school, it's bad.  I spent from Halloween till the end of my 3rd grade school here.  I tried to make friends, I was rejected.  I ended up with 1 1/2 friends, yes, 1.5 friends.  I had one 4th grade friend who was also rejected for being weird, and my half a friend would play with me as long as I didn't tell anyone we were friends, to save his social status.  I swear, they must think I'm the anti-christ there or something.  I ended up saying excessively dumb things in front of my peers, and this didn't help with the bullying I received, oh well, it never stretched to the point of a fight.  At the end of the schoolyear, I was glad to be out of the hellhole.  Due to lack of physical activity due to lack of friends, I gained a lot of weight, I'd seriously wake up in the middle of the night and eat 3 scoops of ice cream.  It was bad.  When I hit puberty, my metabolism slayed it though.  I love metabolism.  <3

Chapter 5:  Mac Elementary School

By this time, I didn't even try.  I was more or less out of self-confidence.  I didn't try to make friends, and that's EXACTLY why I hated it so much when I only had one.  Yet again, not in my same grade, this time, he was 3rd, I was 4th.  I moved further down on the social status ladder by not only allowing other people to pick on me, but picking on myself.  I enjoy it, I'm evil.  Anyway, I started doing ridiculously random things, just to do them.  I went as far as calling myself a martian, might as well be, eh?  Gaming?  Oh yeah, I stayed away from everyone, instead of the opposite this time.  I stayed inside and gamed like a pro.  I sometimes went over to said friends house, and played the original smash bros.  I sucked at it, surprisingly, but my real gaming skills don't develop for a bit anyway.  The year passes by, and I move into the town.  I had gotten a SNES for the X-mas of this year.

Chapter 6:  Peru

Yeah!  Peru!  I went to South America... anyway, if you don't know what I'm talking about, you probably shouldn't be reading my blog anyway.  I went to Blair Point for 2 years.  Making the lamest of my moves yet, it was a block movement between houses, I kid you not.  Peru wasn't so bad, nobody tended to be mean, and my first day went well.  I had gotten biased to thinking how much better this place was, but I got picked on worse, but still turned a blind eye to it, and fooled myself into thinking it was better anyway.  (Yes, Mac > Peru, I have seen the light.)  During this point, my gaming skills grew exponentially.  I got a 64, played some series Zelda, Starfox, and Super Smash Bros. (Which I never got good at.)  I started to actually beat games, instead of just playing them to have fun, this would one day corrupt me.

Chapter 7:  Peru Middle school

Yay, 7th grade.  I'm waiting in line for X-mas to get a Gamecube and SSBM. I start to slip in my grades.  I ctually fail math for the only time in my life during this point in time.  I Pass+'d the ISTEP, and they fail me for what, homework?  Pheh.  I got a 98 on my last test, highest in the class, and I still failed.  Ahh screw you.  I could be in Calculus now!  Anyway... I started hanging around with the "socially unacceptable" crowd, which I suppose would fit.  Although, all they ever did was make perverted jokes, bring in Playboys, and play Runescape.  I hung out at the local card shop, and fell in love with the game Yu-Gi-Oh!.  I played it at the shop, and like the Pokemon card game, did exceedingly well at it, until the other guys discovered "beat down" decks, which pwned my starter deck + few boosters.  Anyway... I discovered news that terrified me at the time.  I was moving away. (YES!)  I almost cried. (WOOT!)  Poor me. (ABOUT TIME!)  Ahem...

Chapter 8:  Mac Middle School

It's already late in the 8th grade year, and I won't be here for long.  I make it here, and don't feel too uncomfortable, so I figure, can't be too bad, right?

Chapter 9:  Mac High School

Told you.  I'd like to take this time to say the stupidest things I remember doing each year.

Freshman:   I hit my head on a TV set on the wall in the commons.

Sophomore: I pushed a dime on the floor with my nose, when I wasn't a freshman.  I fail here.

Junior:  I STAGED a trip.  I was the tripee.  I just blasted down the hallway, and intentionally fell over the guy's foot.

Funny?  Whatever... I'm not proud.  Anyway, I ANGST! and listen to Linkin Park for a bit.  I also enter my first smash tourney, SMYM-3.  I get my ass handed to me by Anuj and KirkQ.  :(  My Roy will return!  I swear it!  Even Neo will bow before me!  Watch me get killed...

On a similar note, my gaming skills jumped up quite a bit.  I also discovered a small time online RPG called Rivaled Fate.  This is, and will probably be the only place I'll ever be cool at.  SO BE IT!  I have fangirls.  <3

I've played this game since November of '03.  I recently was bumped up to the level of administrator, and had lots of coolness exuding from myself.  Yay!  It had legal issues and became... Solar Sword.  Oh well, right now it's in an early V2 public beta.  Once he puts up the forums, my coolness shall return.

On an ending note, I've slowly been getting cooler (YEAH!  REAL LIFE COOLER!!!11onesevenawesome!) and as such, I WILL rule Mac High my senior year.  Fear me!