damn near two years...
damn near two years...
Jan 15 2010, 07:49 AM
doesn't play well with others...
Joined: 28-March 08
Member No.: 38,893
XBL Gamertag: your mother...
PSN Name: artistadam
Xfire Identity: i said your mother!!
Achieve the highest personal rank in multiplayer
...it's taken me damn near two years to get to level 10 in multiplayer... to get the "wanted" trophy...
1.) still worth the price of admission... to me, it's still the funnest online game...
2.) why was it so fucking hard to reach level 10?!?
i don't go online THAT often (once twice a week) but, i've played the hell out of GTA IV when i do go online, maybe almost 50% of the time i am online... but, it took me as long as it took to go from 1 to 9, as it did to go from 9 to 10... and that totals nearly two years... playing mostly deal breaker, which is the greatest mode in the game... a mission with so many possibilities, so many variables, so many ways to change the dynamics... a true sandbox mission for a sandbox game...
bravo on the challenge R* but, fuck you R* on the challenge ... lol nah, like i said, well worth the price of admission ...
This post has been edited by bOnEs: Jan 15 2010, 07:51 AM
Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.
As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:
You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.
You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.
You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.
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