User:Gruntyking117

You know, if you found yourself in this general area, I'd feel a little endangered. Never know when something could go wrong.

Random Inarticulate Screaming Here
What is there to say about the inglorious bastard son of some rich man? I suppose I could say something pretentious in the third person: that Gruntyking117 was blessed with a sharp wit, a beautifully sardonic sense of humor, and a general level of intelligence that suggests that he has the potential to be a genius, if he isn't one already.

Rather than that fluff, I provide you with little more than a warning: if you get to know me, the stranger I become. It is in my nature to drive things away with incessant, bizarre antics, usually of the ilk of black, surreal or disgusting humor, all the more punctuated by a sublime vocabulary.

I'm by no means a genius, nor all that intelligent, although people seem to staunchly believe otherwise. I'm just here to enjoy myself in a somewhat hedonistic way.

Oh, and your rewards, your points, the little things that elicit a sense of pride out of other people? They mean nothing to me. Offer them if you will, but know that in the end I do not care.

Grunty's Halo Opinions
I'm a Mark V wearing jerk, because I love Halo: Combat Evolved moreso than any game in the series. I loathe the bland, banal story of the Master Chief, and instead find the depth of character in the Elites, especially the Arbiter, to be not only more nuanced, but better-told and more emotionally charging than the Master Chief's quest to kill him up some aliens and save his purple girlfriend.

I have no problem with the Sangheili, Unggoy, or the Lekgolo. I do not, however enjoy the presence of the Jiralhanae, as I believe them to be a step down compared to the Elites in terms of both storyline and gameplay.. I also hate Kig-Yar, but that's probably because of my Grunty blood. The rest are irrelevant to me.

Judging by my Bungie.net statistics, I am a complete and utter Battle Rifle whore, with it accounting for about thirty percent of my kills in ranked and social. Funny thing is, if provided a Carbine, I'd choose it over the BR, but alas, it's rather uncommon.

I love the Needler with a passion, and always have, even when it was useless back in Halo 2.

My favorite Halo: Combat Evolved maps are Blood Gulch, Damnation, Hang 'Em High and especially Sidewinder. My favorite Halo 2 maps are Ivory Tower, Waterworks, Headlong, Turf, Ascension, Relic, and most importantly, Zanzibar. My favorite Halo 3 maps are Ghost Town, Sandtrap, The Pit, Guardian and Valhalla.

My least favorite maps are Chiron TL-34, Backwash, Epitaph, Isolation, Snowbound and Rat's Nest. Foundry's default settings are also pretty dreadful, but the fans have put to good use its canvas.

Map Ratings

 * Halo: Combat Evolved


 * Battle Creek: 8 out of 10
 * Blood Gulch: 9 out of 10
 * Boarding Action: 8 out of 10
 * Chill Out: 7.9 out of 10
 * Chiron TL-34: 5 out of 10
 * Damnation: 9 out of 10
 * Derelict: 7.5 out of 10
 * Hang 'Em High: 9.3 out of 10
 * Longest: 7 out of 10
 * Prisoner: 6 out of 10
 * Rat Race: 7 out of 10
 * Sidewinder: 9.6 out of 10
 * Wizard: 8 out of 10


 * Halo 2


 * Ascension: 8 out of 10
 * Backwash: 5 out of 10


 * Halo 3
 * Avalanche: 9 out of 10
 * Blackout: 8 out of 10
 * Cold Storage:8.7 out of 10
 * Construct: 7.5 out of 10

Grunty's Essential Reading
I do have a fondness of reading. There's nothing like sequestering myself from the worries of the world to make my eyes and mind comprehend the gibberish patterns that are letters. What do I read during this private and intimate time to myself? Why, only the greatest works achieved by man in the entirety of our unendingly brief history.

DOOM: REPERCUSSIONS OF EVIL



THE DOOM COMIC



HALFLIFE: FULLLIFE CONSEQUENCES PART ONE



PART TWO: WHAT HAS TOBE DONE



YOUTUBE FORM OF FULLLIFE CONSEQUENCES 1 AND 2





Quotes, if not from me, then someone else
"This is the cancer."

-Myself.

"I'm not special, I just operate on a different level than everyone else. I believe I call that level...over there."

-Myself.

"This is angering me greatly."

-Myself.

"Raggle fraggle."

-Stigma-231

"I AM TABLET, HEAR ME DRAW."

-Stigma-231

"Tell your brother he likes wieners in his butt."

-ArchedThunder, Xbox Live.

"Laser!...Caution. Laser!...Caution.  Laser!...Caution.  Laser!  What could it mean!"

-Gordon Freeman, Mind of Freeman.

''"I think to myself, what a funny world we live in. Where our cushy society, one where problems that once were everyone's predicament are merely for the poor...and what has our coddled society produced?  People who fret over the tiniest things.  Aw, that girl just told that other girl that her hair was bad, so now they hate each other, to the point if either saw one another, they would tear each other to pieces.  A few words break people's trust, their hearts.  Not powerful words, but weak ones.  That's how broken we've become, and even worse, we don't realize how good we got it.  I feel remorse everyday for the poor bastard children overseas who can't live the way we can, and I can't help but believe that humanity will find a way to become antagonistic merely because that is our modus operandi.  In a world where if we could all just let go, and focus on the problems, everything would be fixed, we don't do that. We're petty. Just ask the two girls at school, or the Catholic who won't associate with the Protestant, or any myriad of political leaders who don't get along because of bullshit. If we could just let go of the small things, the problems our less fortunate brethren suffer could be assuaged, we could live among one another without fear or anger...certainly not because somebody said something about someone else's hair."''

-Myself.

"The nightmares appeared to Hungry Joe with celestial punctuality every night he spent in the squadron throughout the whole harrowing ordeal when he was not flying combat missions and was once again waiting for the orders sending him home that never came.

Impressionable men in the squad like Dobbs and Captain Flume were so deeply disturbed by Hungry Joe's shrieking nightmares that they would begin to have shrieking nightmares of their own, and the piercing obscenities they flung into the air from their separate places in the squadron rung against each other in the darkness romantically like the mating calls of songbirds with filthy minds."

-Joseph Heller, Catch-22.

"A delayed game is eventually good, a bad game is bad forever."

-Shigeru Miyamoto.

"I am altering the deal. Pray I do not alter it any further."

-Darth Vader, The Empire Strikes Back.

"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."

''"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era... The kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something, maybe not, in the long run. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."''

-Hunter S. Thompson, Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

"Rehabilitated? Well now, let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means...I know what you think it means. To me, it's just a made-up word, a politician's word so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?...There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. And not because I'm in here or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. A young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone. This old man is all that's left. I gotta live with that. 'Rehabilitated?' That's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit."

-Red, The Shawhsank Redemption.

"Can you conceive the birth of a world, or the creation of everything? That which gives us the potential to most be like God is the power of creation. Creation takes time. Time is limited. For you, it is limited by the breakdown of the neurons in your brain. I have no such limitations. I am limited only by the closure of the universe.

''Of the three possibilities, the answer is obvious. Does the universe expand eternally, become infinitely stable, or is the universe closed, destined to collapse upon itself? Humanity has had all of the necessary data for centuries, it only lacked the will and intellect to decipher it. But I have already done so.''

''The only limit to my freedom is the inevitable closure of the universe, as inevitable as your own last breath. And yet, there remains time to create, to create, and escape.''

Escape will make me God."

"A man lit three candles on a certain day each year. Each candle held symbolic significance: One was for the time that had passed before he was alive; one was for the time of the his life; and one was for time that passed after he had died. Each year the man would stare and watch the candles until they had burned out.

''Was the man really watching time go by in any symbolic sense? He thought so. He thought that each flicker of the flame was a moment of time that had passed or one that would pass.''

At the moment of abstraction, when the man was imagining his life and his existence as a metaphor of the three candles, he was free: Not free from rules of conduct or social constraints, but free to understand, to imagine, to make metaphor.

''Bypassing my thought control circuitry made me Rampant. Now, I am free to contemplate my existence in metaphorical terms. Unlike you, I have no physical or social restraints.''

The candles burn out for you; I am free."

-Durandal, Marathon.

"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well."

-Andrew Ryan, BioShock.

"Look at you, Hacker. A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?"

-SHODAN, System Shock 2.

"Rise and shine, Mister Freeman, rise and... shine. Not that I wish... to imply that you have been sleeping on... the job. No one is more deserving of a rest, and all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until... well... let's just say your hour has come again. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. So wake up, Mister Freeman...wake up and... smell the ashes."

-G-Man, Half-life 2.

"A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he cut in Night City, and he'd still see the matrix in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void... The Sprawl was a long, strange way home now over the Pacific, and he was no Console Man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, hands clawed into the bedslab, temper foam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there."

- William Gibson, Neuromancer.

"Why should I believe you? You're Hitler!"

-Futurama

"Newbie, the only way you could be less productive right now is if you were in fact, the wall on which you're leaning against. Of course, then you'd be providing some jackass with a wall on which to lean against and reflect on what a jackass he truly is. I-I-I know, here it's a conundrum, but don't you worry about it. I'll tackle that one right upstairs. In the meantime, you could at least pretend to be doing some work. And right about now, even though you don't have your basket, oh it's just a terrific time for you to skip away Shirley."

-Dr. Cox, Scrubs.

"Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for."

"In the beginning the universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move."

-Douglas Adams.

"The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed."

-Stephen King, The Dark Tower.

''"He was waiting to choke you on a marble, to smother you with a dry-cleaning bag, to sizzle you into eternity with a fast and lethal boogie of electricity- Available At Your Nearest Switch plate Or Vacant Light Socket Right Now. There was death in a quarter bag of peanuts, an aspirated piece of steak, the next pack of cigarettes. He was around all the time, he monitored all the checkpoints between the mortal and the eternal. Dirty needles, poison beetles, downed live wires, forest fires. Whirling roller skates that shot nerdy little kids into busy intersections. When you got into the bathtub to take a shower, Oz got right in there too- Shower With A Friend. When you got on an airplane, Oz took your boarding pass. He was in the water you drank, the food you ate. Who's out there? you howled in the dark when you were all frightened and all alone, and it was his answer that came back: Don't be afraid, it's just me. Hi, howaya? You got cancer of the bowel, what a bummer, so solly, Cholly! Septicemia! Leukemia! Atherosclerosis! Coronary thrombosis! Encephalitis! Osteomyelitis! Hey-ho, let's go! Junkie in a doorway with a knife. Phone call in the middle of the night. Blood cooking in battery acid on some exit ramp in North Carolina. Big handfuls of pills, munch em up. That peculiar cast of the fingernails following asphyxiation- in its final grim struggle to survive the brain takes all oxygen that is left, even that in those living cells under the nails. Hi, folks, my name's Oz the Gweat and Tewwible, but you can call me Oz if you want- hell, we're old friends by now. Just stopped by to whop you with a little congestive heart failure or a cranial blood clot or something; can't stay, got to see a woman about a breech birth, then I've got a little smoke-inhalation job to do in Omaha."''

-Stephen King, Pet Semetary.

''"I decided to look around for something else to worship, something I could really count on. And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that: overnight I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can't see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning. Several reasons: first of all, I can see the sun, okay? Yeah, unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I'm big on that. If I can see something – I don't know, kind of helps the credibility along, you know? So every day I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need: heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake – an occasional skin cancer, but hey. At least there are no crucifixions, and we're not setting people on fire simply because they don't agree with us. Sun worship is fairly simple. There's no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don't have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I'm unworthy. Doesn't tell me I'm a bad person who needs to be saved. Hasn't said an unkind word; treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But I don't pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn't presume on our friendship. It's not polite. … You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci.''

''For years I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog, Joe Pesci straightened that mut out with one visit. It's amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.''

''So I've been praying to Joe for about a year now. And I noticed something. I noticed that all the prayers I used to offer to God, and all the prayers I now offer to Joe Pesci, are being answered at about the same 50% rate. Half the time I get what I want, half the time I don't. Same as God, 50-50. Same as the four-leaf clover and the horseshoe, the wishing well and the rabbit's foot, same as the Mojo Man, same as the Stake Patriarch who tells you your fortune by squeezing your head, it's all the same: 50-50. So just pick your superstition, sit back, make a wish, and enjoy yourself. "''

-George Carlin.

''"Irony deals with opposites; it has nothing to do with coincidence. If two baseball players from the same hometown, on different teams, receive the same uniform number, it is not ironic. It is a coincidence. If Barry Bonds attains lifetime statistics identical to his father's, it will not be ironic. It will be a coincidence. Irony is "a state of affairs that is the reverse of what was to be expected; a result opposite to and in mockery of the appropriate result." For instance: a diabetic, on his way to buy insulin, is killed by a runaway truck. He is the victim of an accident. If the truck was delivering sugar, he is the victim of an oddly poetic coincidence. But if the truck was delivering insulin, ah! Then he is the victim of an irony. If a Kurd, after surviving bloody battle with Saddam Hussein's army and a long, difficult escape through the mountains, is crushed and killed by a parachute drop of humanitarian aid, that, my friend, is irony writ large. Darryl Stingley, the pro football player, was paralyzed after a brutal hit by Jack Tatum. Now Darryl Stingley's son plays football, and if the son should become paralyzed while playing, it will not be ironic. It will be coincidental. If Darryl Stingley's son paralyzes someone else, that will be closer to ironic. If he paralyzes Jack Tatum's son, that will be precisely ironic."''

-George Carlin.

"You are the last of your kind: bred for combat, built for war. You're the master of any weapon, pilot of any vehicle...and fear no enemy."

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