Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Best of Omegle 2

Well, since I have time, here's another commercial-related chat log:

Stranger: hii
You: Hello.
Stranger: wazzup??
You: Oh, I was unaware it was protocol to quote commercials from the 90s. Allow me to reciprocate:
You: Do you get that tired, stressed feeling at the end of a long day?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

The following is a particularly good one. The acute sarcasm might just teach him to reduce the number of frivolous "i"s per greeting.

You: Hello?
Stranger: hiii
Stranger: i know its not a great way to start the chat.....i'm male
You: So am I, just like 99% of all other Omegle, nay Internet users.
Stranger: haha yes
You: So, why did you greet me with the great honour of three "i"s? This is hardly such an auspicious occasion as to warrant not one but three "i"s! Are you just attempting to impress the potential girls?
Stranger: what exactly are the three "I"?
You: When you greeted me like royalty at the beginning of this conversation.
You: I am truly honoured.
Stranger: no problem
Stranger: its nice to make ppl feel good
You: Thank you, my liege - how very gracious of you.
Stranger: haha , sure sure
Stranger: man !! ur just over scrutinizing things
You: I'm afraid I cannot reciprocate with similar prestige, for I am, unlike you, a lowly commoner.
Stranger: i'm just happy u have sticked on to the chat after reading that i am male
You: I never miss an opportunity for a good, solid sticked-on chat. May I just restate how grateful and bewildered a simple wretched peon like myself is when in the presence of such a powerfully refined influence as yourself - even over the Internet, which I am sure you invented, being the motivated billionaire inventor that all evidence points to you being.
Stranger: jeez
Stranger: easy man !!
Stranger: i'm not sure what prompted u to believe that i'm someone very rich or powerfull
You: Wise words to live by, provided by a giant man of prophetic nature, paralleled only by Jesus and Gandhi.
You: And only when they're fused.
Stranger: chill !!
Stranger: haha
You: As you wish, lord.
You: I must go and tend the fields for my one-cent-an-hour wage, but let me remind you of what a glorious and generation-defining personality you are. I, and the entire population of Earth (don't worry, we plan to rename it in your image) are indebted to your lifeblood for eternity. You are truly a solid gold statue encrusted with so many jewels that no gold is visible, that's swamped in the tepid pool of slime that is the remaining populace.
You have disconnected.

Well, that will probably conclude this week's series of Best of Omegle posts; consider this one a follow-up, because I wasn't very satisfied with the original enclosed log as a proof of concept. I feel that this post more accurately reflects the nature of Best of Omegle.

I think I need a closing catch-phrase for these BoO posts. Actually, no, catch-phrases are cheesy. Okay, new rule: no catch-phrases.

Unless they involve a pun.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Best of Omegle announcement

My first post of the year and in a year. Well, I'm back from wallowing in debilitating self-pity (it's a full-time job) and have decided to revitalise my old blog. The new commitment: at least one post a week. The new feature: "Best of Omegle".

Best of Omegle is an idea that I've been throwing around for a while and have finally decided to implement. It consists of the following:

- Me, on Omegle.
- Me, posting the conversations here, for all to read. Note that here, "all" implies a number greater than two people and a cat that's unintentionally accessed the blog by sleeping on the keyboard.

Basically, it's me on Omegle, trolling a myriad of invalids, children, non-English speakers and just plain idiots. Some of the time, I'll be using a persona to incite prejudice, anger, fear or anything else entertaining; some of the time, it will simply be me, being the arrogant and pompous dick I am, abusing them with my versatile repartee. I'm going to Hell anyway, so I may as well attain some popularity in the meantime.

To those accustomed to my "interesting" "musings", don't fret. I'll still be writing things about how everything is crap more frequently than I was before. It's good to set oneself goals.

So, let's initiate a little test. Here's a semi-interesting conversation I had a while ago. I'd appreciate some feedback regarding if any of you sparse readers want it more "troll"-y or more "abuse"-y. I can alter my strategy in the future, but in the meantime I have literally in excess of one-hundred archived chat sessions involving a dick and a complete moron. Feel free to fit myself and the anonymous chat partner into those dynamic roles to your discretion. For future reference, these conversations will never be scripted or edited. This particular irate lunatic seemed infatuated with military radio jargon, so I obliged him.

Stranger: STAR
Stranger: STAY FROSTY MEN
Stranger: RAMIREZ TAKE POINT
You: My men are always frosty... because I use Military Slang Deodorant. It keeps me cool while I am blasting other people's faces off.
Stranger: FOR GOD SAKE OPEN FIRE
Stranger: RAMIREZ SHOOT THE MOTHERFUCKER
You: I'm never on fire and always fresh for action, in any situation.
Stranger: RAMIREZ FIRE THE PREDATOR MISSLE
Stranger: SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Stranger: REPEAT PREDATOR IS ONLINE
Stranger: FIRE THE GODDAM PREDATOR RAMIREZ
Stranger: BOOM HEADSHOT
You: Be it a hard day at work, some time at the gym or a tactical point insertion to assassinate the leader of a terrorist group - I'm always free of odour and sweat.
Stranger: FUCK
Stranger: RAMIREZ STOP MISSING AND KILL THE MOTHERFUCKERS
Stranger: OK
Stranger: WERE OSCAR MIKE
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

There you have it. Some are longer, some shorter. Please leave a comment and watch this space for updates from the degenerate desk of Best of Omegle, or "BoO" for short.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Ain't no post title obvious enough to to keep me from using it

I was bored at 3:00 A.M. (what else is 3:00 A.M. for?) the other night and decided to make a list of "unused lyrics" from the song Ain't No Mountain High Enough, by some African-American artist that I couldn't care less about. Let's see this list of lists, shall we? No, we shall not. Before you freeloader(s) abuse my infinite generosity by having me give my absolutely masterful use of puns and observations away for free, I want to talk about some things I am working on - or rather muddling up with my over-enthusiastic lack of skill and knowledge.

I'm currently working on a small-ish (it might grow larger as it progresses) map for Half-Life 2: Episode Two, tentatively called "travel". As it currently stands, it consists of a room, a tunnel, a pool of water and some rocky debris, but as my legion of faithful readers know, I am dearly committed to a fully-functioning and consistent product that delivers what it promises. Every aspect of this experience (the word "map" is far too limiting for my scope of creativity) is planned out and looks absolutely engaging, entertaining, challenging and -let's not kid about here- perfect in my mind, which is the best piece of paper that any designer could ever hope for, lest their eyeballs don't explode like poorly-wired fireworks that take off a small child's hand due to the very complex and powerful... power of my brain.

Now, let's continue with tonight's scheduled content. Here's the list:

Ain't no...
- Curry spicy enough.
- C.D. scratched enough.
- Armchair comfy enough.
- Ikea maze-like enough.
- Online game laggy enough.
- Elderly person incontinent enough.
- Pen lost enough.
- British sit-com bawdy enough.
- Scrubs episode overly pseudo-quirky enough.
- 16-year-old skin-diseasey enough.
- R.P.G. menu-driven enough.
- Poorly constructed electronics Chinese enough.
- Difficult-to-spell word difficult enough to spell... enough.
- Poorly constructed sentence poorly constructed enough. See above.
- Hat unnecessary enough.
- Alarm clock alarming enough.
- Teen vampire novel shallow enough.
- Old sneakers smelly enough.
- /b/ thread pointless enough.
- Flintstones Stone Age pun lame enough.
- Morning bed sheets inexplicably gritty enough.
- Internet fame fleeting enough.
- Wireless device difficult-to-connect enough.
- List long enough.
...To keep me from posting it.

So there we go; the fruit of my 3:00 A.M. creativity. How sadly telling that is... Anyway, the map is coming along and will very soon be fully functioning, if not considerably moreso. Yes, it makes sense to me.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Actually...

After the previous post was added, I decided to look back at the past few pages of drivel that I have added over the months. One in particular made me squeal with nervousness. I saw my handwriting in the hand-written portions of "Amish Time!" and realised a horrible, bone-shattering truth:

My handwriting is shit as all Hell. That is all.

Back in low-key action!

Greetings. It has been a while between posts and I felt that I really must... post. I am getting rusty, aren't I? Several important and extremely relevant happenings... happened during the time between posts, so let's clear them up, shall we? I have a feeling that this clear-up will be as shoddy as one taking place in a cheap Chinese resturant called "We Sever Food". For starters, or more accurately, starter:

- KFZ is lacking a community, players and maps. I bet you're glad to see that not too much has changed since our last exchange, then. The admin swapped clans and then (less than 24 hours later) left this ominous Other Clan and renamed the server "Kentucky Fried Zombies IS BACK!!". It's always good to know that the admins are serious about a player base that they have cultivated. Right.

For the main course, or as I like to call it - the focus de jour:

- I got a new graphics card. Yes. No foolies. I finally have obtained the Crystal Skull to my Indiana Jones. Except that it doesn't rape an entire franchise to death with poor marketing and a greedy producer. I won't go into specifics, but let's say that it's over 5 times better than my old dinosaur-pelt card that I used to use. I am so excited, this calls for the use of my emergency celebratory ASCII art. Here goes!

   O
--[]--
   II

I like to call this piece the "It looked more triumphant in my mind...".

- I bought Fallout 3 Game of the Year Edition. This has all the great, great, goodness of Fallout 3 with the downloadable content packs already on disc, so no messy downloading. Always good for the 12 G.B. limit.

Anyway, I have been powering through Fallout 3 and its contained universe for about 9 of 30 player levels, and am not nearly prepared to be ready to even begin considering reading the Wikipedia article on getting bored; this is good news, as I am not done killing innocent people or enslaving them for money (and memories that will last a lifetime - those are the real reward!).

This post draws to a close as I can finally and definitively proclaim that I, Fatt Daddy Inc., can game. Maybe not forever, maybe not with Crysis on the "Professional" graphics settings, but damn fine and with a great framerate. I've also had a little stint on Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare's multiplayer and enjoyed it up until rank 30-ish. It just became samey, but was fun for about two weeks.

That's it for this exposition-laiden edition of "My life is boring but at least I have games!"; remember to read the next post, coming soon-ish. Well, whenever I can pull myself out of the wastelands and stop stealing people's items and selling them back to them.

Same shit time (sort of), same shit channel (well, page). Actually, really should stop stealing material from the old Batman series. Firstly, it's not transferrable and secondly, it's more camp than a row of tents.