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How are you guys doing?

I lived in a lower middle class family, in a neighbor that was half way converted to ghettohood. Mother was a chemical scientists with a bachelors degree, Father was a highschool drop out cop. I had 1 sister who was an anti social, school loving nerd. My Father taught me how to fight, and how to fight dirty, so it's safe to say I've never lost a fight. (Fight me IRL u scrubs)

I went to an elementary school full of low IQ hillbillies. I was the top of my class and one of the most advance students in the district. Made friends with an ADHD black kid. He taught me how to draw better and shit. We eventually made comic books. If I remember correctly, it was a boy and his Doc Brown-like Uncle who would make crazy inventions and help the kid out with family and school in his weird way. Basically "Rick and Morty", only for Elementary schoolers.

We would make 10 copies of the same comic every afternoon for a week before making the next. Sold them at school for 50 cents each. Classmates loved them and we were rolling in the big bucks. 5 whole dollars a week, man! We eventually got in trouble and the school confiscated out money (greedy bastards).

Once middle school hit, I got bullied a lot. I'm usually very quiet and keep to myself. Then one day I was pushed to far and got into a fight. 3 on 1, but the other 2 back off after a couple of hits. The last one was a giant sack of lard, so I got a heavy duty stick to defend myself. Behind us was a ditch, which I knew a good way to get to the other side of. I backed up onto a large rock and pushed off it to jump back onto the other side of the ditch. With the rock moved from my jump, there was no easy way across. Basically felt like this.
So this idiotic lard decides to start climbing up the side of the ditch to get to me. As soon as his head poked up, WHAM! knocked him right in the face with my mighty stick. He fell back and hit his forehead on the rock. I got suspended and changed schools after that.

Of course, that wasn't the last time fat lard messed with me. Turns out we lived near each other. So after I finished visiting my black friends house in the summer, I get ambushed and surrounded by him and 4 of what I can assume to be down-syndrome kids with sticks and a metal pipe. The fucker with the metal pipe came at me first, and I wasn't gonna have any of that. I grabbed him while he was charging and disarmed him, as well as pop his arm out of socket. At this point the others are beating on me with the sticks, though are only hitting my arms to try to get me to drop the pipe, which was idiotic. I hit one kid in his knee cap and another in his rib cage. The fat lard dropped his stick and ran off. The last one was going for his bike to ride away. Of course, the guy instead of riding off in the other direction, rides toward me to get away. I stick the pipe in his spokes as he rides by and he flips and does a face plant. They never bothered me much after that.

Fast forward to when I was 14. My mother moved to another state to support us with a different job. My father became more abusive and alcoholic without my mother there. My sister grows to be a fat lard and resents me for her having to watch over me because our father was incompetent. We later move in with my mother. That Thanksgiving, my father blamed me for taking his cigarettes, in which I told him I didn't and went to my room to ignore his yelling. He broke my door down and put his hand around my neck to strangle me. While I was struggling to breath my mother came in and yelled at him to get him to stop. With him distracted I threw him off me. He tried to grab me again, but instead I grabbed him and smashed his head against my wall (I know, that sounds horrible).

Years later and he's not much better, but he doesn't threaten me physically since I'm well stronger than him now. We are currently seeking help for him.

I know that kind of took a weird turn, but meh. Share your lovely or depressing childhood!

Dug this thing up.

EDIT: Found another.

Anyone want to suck at multiplayer with me?

EDIT: You guys are meanies

Dem models..

Sauce:

I view what is officially canon as canon (Movies, Clone Wars, Rebels, etc.). The rest that has been categorized into "Legends" I view as, This shit happened until it is overwritten with new content (aka all post Episode VI stuff due to the new movies). Since The Clone Wars references Clone Wars (2003) and they can both exist without disrupting each other, Clone Wars (2003) is still canon to me.

I don't have a hard time adapting to changes, like the look of Mandalore in the Clone Wars never really bothered me, especially because Karen Travis is a terrible writer.

What do you view as your personal canon?

We just took the week off to visit my sister in Indiana (we live in Virginia). During that week we helped her find a car for about $4,500. It's been less than a week and my sister already got into a car crash. Some drunk driver crossed 3 lanes of traffic and hit them with a head on collision, totaling the car. Life sucks.

EDIT: My sister is fine. No injuries.

 Just downloaded it and apparently you can have squads online to play together. Anyone wanna pleh?

You are now stuck in a room with a murderous version of your favorite animal. It will try to kill you, and your only defense is your favorite food. How fucked are you?

I use this shitty thing. Oh, and paper and pencil.



Can't wait to get a tablet with a screen on it. x_x

EDIT: I use Photoshop and SAI, depending on what I'm making.

Now change the the words in the lyrics to their sexual counterpart.

For example, changing the word come to cum.




Now see what your favorite song has become.

We need a digital chat room. Custom Avatars and shit. GET TO WORK, CHEAT!

Or Rock Band?

That was a fun phase of the gaming industry. We need more fun stuff like that again for everyone to enjoy.