player: (a - honor points) / (b - damage dealt) /
(c - robots killed) / (d - beacons captured)

2 lame 2 blame: 1846 / 1,109,026 / 9 / 5....
oooALEKSooo: 1135 / 1,093,403 / 2 / 1...
KingStraik: 1122 / 689,939 / 5 / 3...
Nazif Ameti: 792 / 366,533 / 3 / 1...
Pilot oner692: 731 / 375,325 / 1 / 5
aolly1963: 0 / 0 / 0 / 0...

by the way... this is the winning
team... and i am 2 lame 2 blame....
i'm suspicious of aolly1963...
seems like a psychologists
"observing" the game...

the team that lost?

gojan 777: 1019 / 880,201 / 5 / 2....
brumm94: 862 / 707,880 / 3 / 4...
dragontee44: 688 / 581,939 / 7 / 2...
ziulgarcia: 671 / 553,525 / 1 / 3...
semsv05: 499 / 353,123 / 1 / 4
kbeez30: 427 / 391,730 / 1 / 1...

what game? war robots...
i finished playing console games with the death
of PS1... i have just discovered a
game hungry youth...
who found gaming again... akin to mahjong solitaire
he learned to play by himself...

he skipped... AI narrative games
of the consoles...
PS2... PS3... PS4... he forgot...

he as in I, well, i divorced myself from AI
strategy games a long time ago,
or the labyrinth AI narratives...
i saw one wormhole enough for my liking...
hunched in between homework:
the original sims game...
i moved my sim to play computer
games... infinity as the Droste effect...

i gave up, designated my spare time to
music, poetry and a BSc in chemistry...
swimming and cycling...

only lately did i find a revision
of gaming: as if it were chess all over again...
like i found some people reading
philosophy books on the shitter:
the throne of thrones;;;
so i started playing games
while taking a shit...

constipation really elevated
my game-play...
i begged each time i sat
on the throne of thrones
for either a constipated turtle's worth
of a turd or a Niagara Falls
of diarrhoea...

non-AI labyrinth gaming...
located in a spider's web of connection...
thus came the cosmopolitan suckers
and leeches readied for the alcoholic
tea party of a mad hatter...
and others... wishing to...
re-explore the primary school
playground... in... games...

now i can appreciate not having bought
a PS2... or any other console...
i can come across playing these
games with a narrative...
and it is a narrative...
i love the sub-game policy...
the game... is free...
but the real game is associated
with playing the ultimate game:
patience...

you can be a cossack kazakhi
new-money type of kid...
or you can learn to wait...
and perfect the strategy...
you can play the game:
back when the AI labyrinth involved
cheats... this sort of game involves...
waiting... perfecting...

and no... it's not a 1st person shooter...
it's a 3rd person "shooter" with
some elements of borrowing from chess...
the beacons...
all are pawns... there are five
beacons akin to the five crucial
chess pieces of the board...
i once had a friend...
who's father just loved playing
AI / solitaire red alert...
i'd love to see whether he'd appreciate
this antithesis on console gaming...

i once frowned upon where
gaming was heading...
but having discovered this medium?
what is, gamergate, to begin with?
i like this antithesis of
the short of immediate drug effect of crack...
in the long run?
me... raising a family...
that's going to happen like...
200 years from now...
i met a youngling who liked
what i was listening to...
when asked about dub-step...
he pretended to have heard of vex'd...
so i played him some DISTANCE...

the statistics? probably from
my better games...
i do sometimes finish last...
2 lame 2 blame...
yeah, that's me...
a simulation of events that can...
truly make the realism of life
seem secondary...
the immediate sense of involvement...
to be part of a 5 man squadron...
makes all this, "society"
seem beyond attracting an ambiguity worth
it having to be made saved...

i was never a gamer...
but then gaming evolved to involve
a non-AI narrative / labyrinth
experience... hence my fascination
with reading books...
pause-medium...
but to reiterate...
people took some of the best
works of literature with them
to pretend buddha talking through
the anus on the toilet!
i took their game!
i waited! i waited for so long...
i waited until i had some theory...
or a lack of a better word...

i remember the sort of days a game
would be released...
down the ilford shopping mall...
beetroot faced...
sprinting like a cheetah...
metal gear solid / final fantasy VII...
then all seriousness came...
then... all seriousness went away..
went away or, rather, hid,
in turkish greengrocers and barbers...

and that curry kitchen at
Edinburgh's mosque...
i did "game"...
but i also had to make a conquest
of reading the antithesis of thinking
in allowing myself to be liberated
from all manner of "solipsism" via...
either / or, the red & the black...
critique of pure reason...

now coming to a reviving stance,
i can find myself begging a revisionist
stance... when it comes
to gaming... perhaps the intermediate
of the multiplier dynamic escaped me...
less, these days...
the social experience of
multi-player gaming of being
fudge-packed sardine experience
of being in the same room...
now... the internet provided
strangers' tolerance of some
"obscurity" of a shared arena...

the differences between a 1st person
shooter and a 3rd person shooter?
they have to be magnified differneces /
nuances... a 1st person shooter does not
allow a geographical exploration -
founded in an orientation...
i watch these gaming contests of
1st person shooters as
horses charging with horse-blinders
down the middle, into a stampede...

yet the impetus is still there...
to have a chance to simulate a primary schoolyard
come lunch...
or when it came to being in secondary
school... being year 7...
watching the 17 year olds walk like
peacocks...
until survival mode kicked in
and we fathomed bubbles of social norms /
friendships...
and whatever verbiage can be associated
to a 30+ year old forever dissociated
from a schooling / teaching environment...

at least in a catholic school...
there's no continued grudge associated
to clothing... we all had to don
a uniform... and there will never be
transition culture ref. point
originating from school,
on the basis of clothes...
we all had to wear a uniform...
the kids who would have been bullied
at school for being poor
and not having enough clothes?
came to school in their uniforms
on charity days when we were allowed
to wear our own clothes...
the kids who might have been bullied
wore the uniforms we would wear constantly
throughout the year...

i thank the notion that we donned uniforms...
i can't imagine being trapped
to a culture that would always borrow
from school a cultural fixation pivot...
namely: one associated woth clothing...
no uniform: no go...
the freed brats in their own clothes
beside a charity event...
make me... feel... sick...
the event was always riddled with
someone playing the clown role...

MASTURBATION IS NOT A CRIME...

sure... it isn't... if you haven't been
circumcised... a little bit problematic
if you have been...
you should ask the little girlie-whirlie...
was her oyster circumcised when
she started to perform
her jerk-off patterns of Monet
before a live-camera shy-show?

i can almost imagine all the secular
men... and would be men...
becoming angry at being circumcised...
why wouldn't they feel ashamed
at jerking off... if they have been circumcised?!
the whole point of foreskin
is to have the freedom to jerk-off...
or if you have been circumcised...
then there should be a judaism
or an islam to catch you...
and give females a lecture
within the regards of...
giving her the inverted apple of flesh...
if man is to van gogh / st. peter his ear
in the variation of foreskin...
she should be more careful
with what she was given...

otherwise? why circumcise the men...
if the women are not subject
to a hebrew / islamic leash for women?
you have circumcised at your own
peril...
not in a secular society will circumcised men
find answers...
if this "supposed" relaxation
of discomforts of men during sex...
is to be met with nothing
but liberal women?
i don't see the point to circumcise men...
if the women are not subjected
to religious idiosyncracies...
of an orthodox semitic nature...

whether arab or hebrew...
same shit... different cover: allah said so...
why even bother wearing
a wedding ring... she should
most probably just don
a dried flake of foreskin and call it: geld!

how does m.g.m. work within the pop
narrative of f.g.m.? how would
a circumcised woman, itch out a counter
narrative? wouldn't a circumcised woman
want an uncircumcised man?

and what's with this semitic fetish for hair?
esp. long hair?
hair! prior to hips!
whatever happened to that cosmopolitcan
disgust of a fly found drowned
in a champagne flute...
or a hair floating in... a tomato soup?!