☆ The Space Pirates - Scourge of the Stars, Bandits of Mars. ☆

A slave is someone who works against their free will. If one doesn't have free will, they can't be a slave.

 

hah this discussion about the definition of slave is even better than the "trolls vs chucklefags" arguments about the definition of beta

 

they are LACKING their free will

hence the player glitches HAVE free will, unlike their kin that's stuck without their free will

so yeah, they're slaves and robots

 

fair enough, i bow to your arguing prowess.

 

k thx

 

just so you know, i was rooting for you

 

well technically the word robot doesn't equal slave. The word robot was DERIVED from the Czech word 'robata' meaning a worker that performs simple tasks. Thus the term 'robot' has come to be used to describe machines that perform simple tasks.
(it wasn't latin after all)

 

and yet no one gives a fuck about what lizard has to say (just kidding good work out there kiddo you killed them bugs good man)

 

I found it to be informative and an excellent learning experience.

 

i concur with you

 

pfff
i too le speak very difficult-ish and utilize exquisiteful words

 

dark souls, summarized:
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

 

Funny you say that! I had just bought the game after Christmas, eager to test my will against throwing my controller across the room. I loaded the game up, breezed though the asylum (albeit dying a few times from the demon) and had just landed near the bonfire at that one ruined church/graveyard thing. After getting my ass handed to me on a silver platter from those damned skeletons, I decided to head back to that one guy who you first talk to. Before I could do anything, my brother snatches the controller from me, clumsily striking the chain mail-clad man to the point if attacking.

"How embarrassing! How did you let me do that to you?" That phrase is forever burnt into the deepest and darkest recesses of my brain. Over and over I attempted to fell the man, only to be cut down and resurrected, failing and growing more and more desperate. Parry, stab, roll, repeat, but to no avail. He always won, no matter how wounded. Oh, how I loathed his sarcastic voice, uttering that same wretched phrase every time my poor avatar fell beneath his crushing blows. I could not run, as the man-demon would only roll into my path, forcing me to brandish my scimitar. As the hours passed, my rage was beyond comprehension. My hapless controller flew through the air, striking the carpet with enough force to disconnect it, leaving that wretched hell behind.

So yeah, fun game.

 

Sitting at bonfire= reset all enemies
Also, when you get to the Church in the Undead Parish, prepare for lots of respawning OP motherfuckers.

 

good song :v

 

TIL (the hard way) that I can't let mom and gramma go shopping together ever again

 

d-did they kill someone?

 

I've got so many exams today that it's ridiculous.