As some of you may know, I work for a Chinese couple at a sushi restaurant. I was loving it at first, but as I get exposed to these people more and more I want to rip out my hair. I'm not sure if it's these fobby Asians inparticular, but just being around them annoys the absolute piss out of me. For those that know me in person, they know that I'm a pretty tolerant person, but I just want to lose it when I'm at work.
It's most likely because of the language barrier. The woman that owns the place, she knows enough English to get by, but it's barely enough to hold a simple conversation. Her husband on the other hand, let's just say "Hi how are you" is pretty much all he can say. We charade each other all day, and it drives me crazy. I do work with a woman from Malaysia, even though her English isn't that great, I love working with her because we can communicate quite well.
I feel that the owners of the place are too much of the stereotypical parental Asian type. They get mad at the drop of a hat. Yesterday is a great example of this. After people leave, I have to clean off the tables. This consists of removing plates, and wiping down the table. It was pretty busy, and our tables were filling up quickly. There was only two of us waiting on people, and so I didn't really have time to be a perfectionist. I went to grab a rag from the bucket we're supposed to use for wiping down tables. I wrung the towel out as much as I could, but the woman grabbed it from my hands and yelled "TOO MUCH WATER!!" It looked and sounded like she was about to cry. She scoffed at me, and talked to her husband in Chinese and said "Keisha *insert Chinese here*. I'm not sure what they said, but I fucking swear. To piss your pants about a towel. She squeezed the towel once...that was it. I didn't wring out the towel one more time...ugh. I mean maybe if you didn't sit eating yogurt all day, I would get more things done properly.
"We were stumbling through this neighborhood and thought this house would be a safe place to stay for a little bit." Riley answered. "Yeah, okay. That's great and all, but what's with the gun and the bullshit attitude? I understand that all hell is fucking breaking loose, but now isn't the time to make enemies. We should be creating allies, people we can trust so we can make it out of this hell hole." I sternly said. "You are obviously one clueless brawd. You can't trust nobody now. This isn't the same world we were living in just a few weeks ago. It's survival of the fittest. I'll shoot anyone that tries to get in my way of survival." Riley looked at me with such fierceness in his eyes I felt my skin burn. Even with everything going on, the look in his eyes frightened me. He had eyes of a killer. When people say eyes are the windows of the soul...they apparently weren't talking about his because there was nothing there. No sense of humanity, no sense of care, just black coals. Maybe it was because the world's turning into such bloody war, but something was telling me he was just bad news.
"I can clearly see that the two of you don't want to tell me anything about yourselves, but let's just agree on backing off each other and staying out of each other's ways..and if worst comes to worst, we'll help each other out and go our separate ways. We don't need to create more trouble than there already is." I could tell Riley wasn't really into this whole idea, but he nodded. The older man smiled at me "I don't see the bad in that, we'll stay out of your way." I nodded and made a final statement before leaving the room, "Thank you. I forgot to mention, I was traveling with another survivor, he went out earlier and hasn't come back yet. Try not to shoot anybody that comes in here..unless..you know..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I crept into the garage, and saw a glimpse of hope. A 1958 Chevy Camaro. I walked over to it, and opened the door. I hadn't felt this great since I shot my first buck with my crossbow. Too bad Merle wasn't there, probably off banging some bitch..who knows. I saw that the keys were still in the ignition. I turned the key, but nothing happened. That's when I saw that the car was out of gas. As much as I wanted to yell and scream, I told myself to shut up. Like I've been tellin myself this entire time, no use in hopin' and prayin. Things will be just fine if I keep going. I remembered not too far out there was a gas station. If I carefully backtracked my steps I could make it back, find some gas cans and siphon some gas.
I left the garage, and scanned the streets for walkers. There was a group of around five or six to my left. There was no way I could take them all myself, so I decided to stick with weaving in and out of the houses around me. Since it was still dark out, my best bet was to rely on all of my other senses. I made it three houses down, that's when I heard a gurgling sound from behind me. I was spotted by a walker.
It got ahold of me, and was trying to dig it's fingers through my clothes as it snapped at me. I stumbled to the floor, no use in trying to ready my crossbow. It crawled on top of me, it felt like I was pinned down, but it was so emaciated all I had to do was push it off. Strong fucker it was. I didn't have time to ready my crossbow, so I hastily grabbed for an arrow and continuously stabbed the fucker in the eye. It took several times for it to finally weaken and fall to the floor. When it finally did, I lifted my boot up and smashed it's skull in. "Fuck you" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Did you miss a part, or want a link to the next?
The Walking Dead video game has been out for almost a month now, and I'm just now jumping on the bandwagon.
You play as Lee Everett, a man convicted of murder. The game begins with him being transported from Atlanta to somewhere out of the city. The vehicle he's being transported in suddenly gets into a car accident, and before he knows it, he's stranded in a neighborhood infested with walkers. As he's trying to find answers and his way out of the neighborhood, he becomes aquainted with a seven or eight year old girl named Clementine. The two of them venture out into the walker infested world, trying to make it out alive.
During the gameplay you'll meet survivors, including Herschel and Glenn. Your interactions with each and every one of these survivors is a vital aspect of the game. You can either build or lose trust, and this can cost you in the game. Your decisions are important too, for instance, in the first episode you have to choose who to save. Even though other episodes aren't out yet, this will definitely effect how the game will play out later.
So far I'm loving the game, but a little disappointed that it's being released monthly. I would definitely recommend it to people who enjoy games like Heavy Rain. If you're looking for a zombie game that's like Left 4 Dead or Resident Evil, you probably won't like it. It focuses more on character development rather than nonstop action. I did end up finding myself having emotional attachments to some of the characters, especially Clementine. You feel as if you are in this Walking Dead world, and every decision will effect you rather than the character. Oh and, as far as climax goes in the game, well, it's pretty much identical to the television series...referring to waiting for Sophia's return for half the season, then finding the second half full of action. I'm guessing each episode will be like this.
Just for another quick reference, it took me about two hours to play through the first episode. So it's all depending if you like to scavenge through every detail in video games, because that's how I am.
Ever since the second season of The Walking Dead, I've had this huge infatuation with Norman Reedus. I mean dear God, have you seen the man? He is looking pretty damn good for a 43 year old man. It's like the equivalent to my crush in the 90's on JC Chasez...purty bad.......yup. Well, I drew him for three or four hours. I gazed at his picture like Jack did to Rose as he looked at her bodice lmao...awkward yet? Kinda thought so. I'll just skip to the picture for your mental well being.
My dog gave me a fat lip today. Isn't that something you don't hear everyday? It happened innocently I suppose you could say. She was chewing on some plastic that she stole from our trash can. I believe it was an ice cream wrapper with some ice cream still left on it.
I tried to take it out of her mouth, because I know for a fact she would have consumed it. As I tried removing the wrapper from her mouth, she growled at me as if she were going to bite me. She turned her head around, and of course, hit me square in the jaw with her thick skull. My lip released a good amount of blood.
Here's the result:
I've been a big baby about it. When it comes to very noticeable injuries, I tend to get sensitive and pathetic. My lip's swollen with a bit of crusted over blood, but that's basically all to it. What a typical day.
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