When dealing with people outside X Productions never take a No at face value. If we need a store to buy everything inside of and you call the local Dollar tree and the person that answers says "No, you can't film here". That literally doesn't mean shit. Talk to other employees and see if any are fans or if any have kids that are fans, try talking to their boss, their bosses boss, have me dm them on twitter and try their social team, etc. If after all avenues are exhausted you are left with a no, that doesn't mean don't try the other dollar trees because the manager of those could be huge fans and willing to bend the rules. Basically what I'm trying to convey is what we calling "pushing thru no". Don't just stop because one person told you no, stop when all conceivable options are exhausted. This is one of many tools that when combined dramatically improve your probability of success when producing here.
Cookiezi, is a famous South Korean osu! player. He is widely regarded as the most influential osu! player of all time.
Who is Cookiezi?
For the blind, he is light. For the hungry, he is bread. For the sick, he is the cure. For the lonely, he is company. For the sad, he is joy. For the prisoner, he is freedom. For the poor, he is treasure. For me, he is everything.
If Cookiezi has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Cookiezi has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Cookiezi has only one fan then that is me. If Cookiezi has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Cookiezi, then I am against the world.
Obsessed? You think I’m obsessed? Sure, I’ve analyzed every one of Cookiezi’s replays countless of times, adjusted my settings to match his down to the pixel, and maybe I’ve started seeing patterns in everything I do—like life’s just one big beatmap waiting to be SS'd.
This isn’t obsession; it’s understanding. I’m not just a fan, I’m a disciple. Cookiezi isn’t just a player; he’s the embodiment of precision, the pursuit of perfection. You call it obsession, but maybe it’s just seeing the world in 300s where others see chaos.
So recently I found out that my boyfriend was playing Bloons without me. He had a round 800 save and being a bloons supporter myself I couldn’t let him continue murdering bloons. When he went to take a shower I grabbed his phone and purposely sold all of his towers so he would die. He quickly found out the next day and BLAMED me? I screamed at him, calling him a bloons MURDERER. I said it was his fault and he should let the bloons live their innocent lives in peace. Well anyways, he is now my ex-boyfriend and I am so glad to have finally left that abusive relationship with that murderer. I recommend everyone else to screw over their significant others game saves to stop bloon brutality. #STOPBLOONBRUTALITY
This. What you just wrote. I totally agree. Like a chef serving a bowl of stew, you stuck your ladel into my brain and from my incoherent abstract thoughts were able to form the exact sentiment of what it is I was feeling. Down to a decimal of a decimal, more perfectly than I ever could have iterated, you captured the essence of every nuance I experienced relating to the subject matter. No words could portray the awe I felt knowing that somebody shared the exact same thought process as me. Not only that, but with the ability to articulate in such a refined manner the depth of said thought process. No words could describe that feeling. Except one. This.
I literally can't live without Skong. Everything is all about Skong. When i see out my window i can see a Hornet shaper cloud and instantly burst into tears as i know that Skong will never be released at my time. I hyperventilate when i eat Cherries, making me think i was eating Team Cherry itself, and all i can do is stare into the red abyss of the Cherry. The Cherry mocks me, laughs at my cruel existence without Skong. It taunts me to give up on the grindset. But i shake those foul and malignant beliefs off as i know Skong will be released. They have promised it. Of course the would release it right? Right? If Skong releases my goonmaxxing for Hornet shall cease as i have climaxed from the sheer bliss of Skong releasing through my phallus and my nervous system. Maybe not in my time or in this century but i hold the dying candle that is hope for Skong, so that my children and grandchildren shall be able to experience the wonders of Skong. Remember Skongers, Keep skonging it and Team Cherry will shadow drop Skong in Dec 2024
I'm pulling that lever so badly. I literally can't live without Skong. Everything is all about Skong. When i see out my window i can see a Hornet shaper cloud and instantly burst into tears as i know that Skong will never be released at my time. I hyperventilate when i eat Cherries, making me think i was eating Team Cherry itself, and all i can do is stare into the red abyss of the Cherry. The Cherry mocks me, laughs at my cruel existence without Skong. It taunts me to give up on the grindset. But i shake those foul and malignant beliefs off as i know Skong will be released. They have promised it. Of course the would release it right? Right? If Skong releases my goonmaxxing for Hornet shall cease as i have climaxed from the sheer bliss of Skong releasing through my phallus and my nervous system. Maybe not in my time or in this century but i hold the dying candle that is hope for Skong, so that my children and grandchildren shall be able to experience the wonders of Skong. Remember Skongers, Keep skonging it and Team Cherry will shadow drop Skong in Dec 2024
Pfft, you play games to have fun? How about you man up, and after your 9-5 hop on warframe from 5-9. Grab your Khora/Nekros/Nova and go do SP survival for 2,147,483,520 Argon like an actual gamer.
I'm so tired of these casual gamers ruining games with their stupid ass "fun." If you want fun, go play some baby low skill game like League of Lameass. Warframe is all about collecting copious amounts of argon. It's the true end game, the only resource that you can never keep capped off. Why do you think DE made it degrade away? Because they designed this game for true, hardcore, 6 pack wielding, thunder thigh clapping, ass cheek clenching gamers. They designed this game for only the truest of gamers, the basest of based, the conniesuer of assets!
I've dedicated my life to this game, just like the Gods of DE intended. Divorced, lost the children, fired from my job, evicted from my home, but DE knew their game required such dedication that they even moved it to mobile. Now I play, fueled by potato batteries I scrapped from the McDonald's dumpsters using their spoiled French fries and broken ice cream machine parts as my iPhone 3.1415926535 burns hot in my hand, each of its insignificant diodes desperately move it's electrons into holes, gallium and silicon, P and N types in a perfect dance, puppeteered by DE's divine programming.
Fuck you. Fuck your fun. Praise be to our divine lords and ladies at DE. WE ARE BUT PATHETIC SWINE, WRITHING AS WE FATTEN OUR PATHETIC ASSHOLES FOR THE GRAND REAPING THAT WILL COME! STUFFED FULL OF ARGON, WE'LL BLEED LIKE PREGNANT SOWS, BURSTING FROM THE SEAMS LIKE WE WERE FACE TROUGHED BY A DE FACE HUGGER. OUR BELLIES WILL RIPEN AND BURST, AND THEN, AND ONLY THEN, WILL DE FINALLY BLESS US WITH THE SLIGHTEST FEELING OF, "that was an okay experience I guess."
