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Maxis Diary Entry 11, Study #0918 It has become apparent to me that not all humans are created equal when it comes to surviving the current state of this world. Through discovery, one can find an Easy switch in the Custom Games options. If one has any desire to uncover the mysteries of this new world and support my crusade against the megalomaniacal Dr. Richtofen, one must survive the Original hordes. I have added a Ranking System, Stats and Leaderboards to track their progress. I have also provided new ways to challenge the more Hard Core specimens: 'Headshot Only' in Custom Games is one example amongst many. New game types and Custom Games will allow me to better separate the wheat from the chaff. Experimentation is key.
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A truly enjoyable post to read. Here's a post made by @PINNAZ talking about the history of megaliths and astraeoastronomy that we encounter in Origins. A major thing remains unclear to me: What exactly happened to Samantha? How does the place she is trapped in now differs from the place she was during her time in the MPD? It reminds me of how we free Gersch in Ascension, how he describes it as a terrible place and yet a place where 'she' is in power. Perhaps the place Sam is trapped during Origins is the same as the place where she is while in the MPD (the Aether), with the only difference that she isn't in charge/in power anymore? It's also curious how Samantha says that "we are trapped here", plural. What does she mean?
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115 No one can see me and I've lost all feeling and I know I won't die alone. I'll stop you from breathing and all your deceiving and this house is not my home. No More forgiveness No and the reason is I know I won't die alone. I have returned and everyone dies and everyone lies They're waiting for the second coming again Everyone tries to hold onto their life When no one's alive Bring me 115 You stand for nothing and overlooked something I'll bring you down all on my own. I'm the end I can taste it I'll justify hatred! I am the chosen one left hand of all that's sacred. No More forgiveness No I'll bring you death and pestilence I'll bring you down on my own I have returned and everything dies look to the skies To see the end of all creation again See with your eyes my army of flies When no one's alive Bring me 115 I've lost all form and unity Where has my life gone I'll bring you doom that you can see and bring you down to see you bleed and everyone dies and everyone lies They're waiting for the second coming again Everyone tries to hold onto their life When no one's alive Bring me 115 and everything dies look to the skies To see the end of all creation again See with your eyes my army of flies When no one's alive Bring me 115 and nobody cries when everyone dies and no one's alive bring me 115!
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Won't Back Down You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe DeVilles Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels Girl, I'm too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid, you will feel What I do, I do at will Shootin' from the hip, yeah, boy, I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my deathbed Screamin', “F that!” – yeah, super-ill Baby, what the deal? We can chill Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal Fuck a steak, slut, I'll cut my toes off And step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill Listen, garden tool, don't make me introduce you To my power tool, you know the fuckin' drill How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal Baby, crank the shit, 'cause it's your goddamn jam You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shorty, I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at, man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium And said, “Settle your fuckin' ass down! I'm ready for combat, man!” Get it? Calm Batman, nah Ain't nobody who's as bomb and as nuts Lines are like Mom's CAT-scans 'Cause they fuckin' go bananas Honey, I applaud that ass Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance Ma, show 'em how it's done Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson's Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers Playin' with an etch-a-sketch Bet you that you'll never guess Who's knockin' at your door, people hit the floors Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gon' get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads With Chris's force like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue, ma'fucker You ain't got a lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef layin' on your kitchen floor Other words, I'm off the meat rack Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords I'ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more Fuck, my dick's big, bitch, need I remind you That I don't need the fuckin' swine flu to be a sick pig? You're addicted, I'm dope I'm the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock? I'm the big shot—get it, dick-snots? You're just small pokes, little pricks Girl, you think that other prick's hot? I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match Before I sit back and let him get hotter Better call the cops on him quick, fast Shady's right back on your bitch-ass White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil' Wayne slurp 'zurp 'Til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get circles wrapped around it Like you do when I come through? I'd like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do When I'm on the mic Oh, you're the kind of girl that I could take a likin' to Psych! I'm spikin' you like a football Been this way since I stood a foot tall You're a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain Don't want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin'? Tryin' to turn me down, slut, I'm talkin' to you Turn me back up! Are you insane?! Tryin' to talk over me in the car Shut the fuck up while my shit's playin'! I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life What's the saying? Where there's thunder, there is lightning And they say that it never strikes twice in the same place Then how the fuck have I been hit six times In three different locations on four separate occasions? And you can bet your stankin' ass That I've come to smash everything in my path Fork was in the road, took the psycho path Poison Ivy wouldn't have me thinkin' rash So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty! I'm the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"? You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no, I won't back down, oh no
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