05-03-2004, 09:59 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Détente
Location: AWOL in Edmonton
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Ninja Gaiden style.
This might be nonsense, but I thought this was the most appropriate forum. I know there was a similar thread, however I've missed the right key words in the search.
After playing a session of Gran Turismo or Need for Speed, we've all stepped on the gas a little harder when we get into our real vehicles. I used to scope out everywhere I went for good Tony2 lines. Hrm.. air off that handicap ramp to a wall jump to that rail... I've gone so far as to pretend I'm sighting in a Nazi (RTCW style) when plinking with a .22. Last night takes the cake. I live in an apartment style condo. The condo directly above me has always been quiet until about two days ago. Other then a thud every once in a while, I have heard nothing from them for as long as I've lived here. I don't know if it was sold or if the owner decided to rent it or maybe he just got a new stereo. On Saturday night, there was pounding bass. No big deal, it is Saturday night and I've been known to turn things up myself. I ignore it, go out for a couple hours, and the music conviently stops when I'm ready for bed. Last night was Sunday. The bass was back, it was 11:30, I was ready for bed and I had to be up for work at 6:00. So I throw on some sandals, head upstairs and knock on the door. For about 3 minutes, until another door opens on that floor. "They don't open the door", I am told by a tired looking woman. I knock for a couple more minutes, sigh, and come back downstairs. I phone up, but the number I had has been disconnected. I intend to lodge a noise complaint with the condo board in the morning and try to sleep. No dice. I go upstairs and knock for a couple minutes. No luck. Getting quite annoyed. I decide I need fresh air, so I come back downstairs step out onto my deck/balcony. The music was very much louder. I should stop here for a momment and explain that I spent a couple hour at my friend's house yesterday afternoon playing Ninja Gaiden on his xbox. Inspired (angered?) I try to peek up at their windows- were they having a party or what was going on? Couldn't see a thing, other then the lights were on. So I climb onto my railing, leaning against the wall, a peek over the edge of the their balcony. Still at a pretty acute angle, but I notice that the balcony door is wide open, and even if it wasn't, it is a glass door with no covering. My train of thought, "They can ignore my knocks on the front door, but I bet they won't ignore me if they can see me!", I cliffhanger pullup, a push-kick off the wall, and I vault over the railing (all Ninja Gaiden Style ) and I'm on the balcony. The place was deserted or they were hiding and didn't respond to my calling out. Even with the music, they would have had to have heard me. The song ends, I call out again, loudly. Realizing that as soon as I enter the place, I'm breaking laws (and personal moral rules), I hesitate. A new song comes on. Ganster rap. The windows are vibrating. Fuck it, I'm going Ninja Gaiden Style. I walk in* (barefoot) and turn down the stereo (a nice denon receiver). The kitchen is open to the main room with the stereo, so I leave them a nice, polite note on the whiteboard on their fridge. Remembering that my front door is locked and not wanting to leave their door unlocked on the way out, I exit the way I came in. Incidently, going down is much harder then going up, but I escaped without injury. *hold your judgements, as far as entering someone else's home uninvited. Further, I am not in a city where I need to worry about gun toting homeowners. We are a friendly and cooperative condo group. |
05-03-2004, 10:11 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Holy Knight of The Alliance
Location: Stormwind, The Eastern Kingdoms, Azeroth
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Good job. That's the way to apply video game concepts in real life!
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05-03-2004, 10:15 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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Thats exactly what i would do. Did you leave any finger prints?
When you referred to your adventure to ninja gaiden. I thought you were going to go ape shit in there house. I was reading thinking this guy is going to go crazy with a baseball bat or something. But i guess that was the best thing to do, just let them think about it, and if it continues then use the baseball bat. |
05-03-2004, 01:38 PM | #6 (permalink) |
I'm a family man - I run a family business.
Location: Wilson, NC
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that's awesome man I wouldn't have had the balls to go in, but I definitely would have tried to Ryu-it up the side to check out what the deal was. Good story.
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05-04-2004, 05:38 AM | #9 (permalink) |
Knight of the Old Republic
Location: Winston-Salem, NC
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Ha ha, taking the Vigoorian Flail to the stereo woulda been nice. If I was in your position, I probably would've did the same thing (let's pretend I could crawl up a balcony for a second). Last year, the guys next to us left their alarm on during the weekend. My girlfriend stayed the weekend, and on Saturday morning, that fuckin alarm went off in their room for 2 straight hours. I beat on the wall and knocked on their door...nothing. I had enough of it after a while and went to open their door. It was unlocked! I walked inside. The alarm was fucking deafening. It sounded like a fucking fire alarm inside their room. I go to turn the alarm off, and look over...BOTH OF THE FUCKERS ARE ASLEEP ON THEIR BEDS!! It scared the shit outta me. They were just laying there asleep. The alarm went off the entire weekend and they just laid there asleep. I ran back out of the room and shut the door. I wrote for them to turn their fucking alarm off on the markerboard.
I hate when people are overly loud. Last year, the same fucking guys had their AIM noises turned up to about 150 decibels. I could hear the AOL chimes through a foot of concrete. Why in hell does ANYONE need to know when YOU press enter, much less when you get a fucking message?? It blinks! It fucking blinks when you get a message! The chime DOES NOT make you type faster! It does NOT increase the bandwidth! Jesus, turn the fucking AIM chimes OFF!!!! -Lasereth
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05-04-2004, 09:51 AM | #10 (permalink) | |
Holy Knight of The Alliance
Location: Stormwind, The Eastern Kingdoms, Azeroth
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Quote:
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What do you say to one last showdown? - Ocelot, Metal Gear Solid 3 The password is "Who are the Patriots?" and "La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo." "La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo." Gotcha. - The Colonel and Snake, Metal Gear Solid 3 |
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05-04-2004, 06:20 PM | #12 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Louisiana
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bah.. walk back pick up a 12lb sledge hammer.. and pretend its street fighter.. bam in the apartment.. sights on the stereo.. underhanded swing.. i can hit a target with it from 10 feet away.. i get bored at work.. dodge left.. looking for opponents.. see a char i can swing to get back to the hammer.. using the hammer as a shield/ weapon.. i hit the rope i tied to the balcony.. slide down duck off down a street and into my car.. peel off.. to taco bell.. dispose of the hammer and the clothes.. and go back to the condo.. and say..
gee what happened.. looks like someone didnt like the music bummer
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05-05-2004, 07:06 AM | #14 (permalink) |
I'm a pepper bitch..
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my neighbor is like that, hes a fucktard. It was nine in the morning and I had a final that day, he was just screaming at his girlfriend (they do this alot..stupid fuckers) and then he hung up. He called her back and said he doesnt want to fight..then they fight again. I want to fucking walk in Tenchu style and get a stealth kill
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05-05-2004, 04:23 PM | #15 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Louisiana
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hehe dude at the apartments had a crap car with a good system too bad it shook his car almost apart.. i got tired of the crap sound.. and told him to put spray foam in side his bumper and around the speakers.. but dont use too much at once.. what did the tard do? he went spray foam happy.. crushed his speaker boxes.. and his bumper although it dosent rattle anymore is slightly dented and hanging.. he dosent play the music so loud anymore.
another is find the dudes... thier ride.. empty about 50 of those break and glow sticks put it in a super soaker.. coat the car.. hehe..
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies. |
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