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I disagree with where third wave feminism is going, but stop treating women like glorified garbage bins for pent up affection and sexuality.
There is no nice "nice guy". They can see straight through your ulterior motives. Women are naturally bred and trained in such things through natural selection. The friend zone doesn't exist, just the ineptitude of you as a man and as a friend.
Keep I'm mind this is from a socially-unaware Asperger's sufferer with too much pent up affection. (Although it is dangerous for me to show such things, heh...)
Furthermore, People always say that women aren't as strong or as capable as men but I strongly disagree with that. Not only are they not inferior, but in some aspects they far surpass areas men aren't naturally bred for.
For a purely hypothetical, fictional example, think of Athena (or wonder woman). Not only was she a capable athlete, but her body was honed as a weapon, her will was strong, her beauty was unmatched, and her cunning was formidable. Her athleticism pushed her forward, her power and cunning and spatial awareness subdued and surpassed mere strength and reflexes, her beauty and charm and determination inspired, persuaded, and through competition caused other women to rise through her level. And that's not even taking her heart into the equation. Not only was she strong, she was capable in ways men aren't, and possibly can't be. Among other things, women are more than twice as likely to survive a fatal injury. I'd like to see anyone say that any man could beat Athena.
This isn't to say she'd win on male traits. But women have their own strengths. Its my opinion that men and women are equals, but in the asynchronously balanced sense
Men fight but ultimately it is women who inspire them the most, and both are needed to create life. This puts women in an important and powerful role. A woman may not have the reflexes or strength of men, but men are highly swayed by beauty, and a women's intellect is in some aspects superior to men in ways others more capable than I can describe (social things, emotions, spatial awareness, surroundings, etc.).
It is not brute force that got us out of the Stone Age, it is not our ability to fight or merely our men that allowed us to survive and outlast our Neanderthal rivals (who had us outmatched in strength and endurance in nearly every regard,) it was our diversity, our hope, our will, our teamwork and competition, our imagination and ingenuity, and our intelligence that allowed us to survive throughout the ages. Any attempt to put down the women of our species is an insult to all who have come before us and a slap to the face of our kind.
Dear potential employers,
What you see here is a compendium of my psychoanalysis. A compilation, if you will, of my various pet projects and writings.
I shall post a link to the current folder of my works, in hope that through perusal you may find what you wanted to know about me.
Of note are my early highschool works which serves as a basis for my style, my movie script idea symposium, my senior thesis, and my in-process proof of concept for a novel, CRUSADE.01, and my choose your own adventure story, Chuck Awesome
My writing style is irreverent, eccentric, densely detailed and creative with a unique voice. I hope that this will be of interest, and more importantly, of note. However, my writing skills are unmatched, and I assure you that there is much more that I can produce. Stuff just falls from my head, and deadlines should not be an issue, nor should quality.
The rest of the posts on this site are of interest only if you wish to see just how bizarre and energetic I am about gaming and its surrounded interests. Peruse it if you want. It is what it is.
**this guide works for ALL udk/unreal engine 3 games!!
I JUST MADE A HUGE DISCOVERY!!
important notes: THIS WILL MAKE THE FIRST LEVEL LOAD EXTRAORDINARILY LONG. AT LEAST 3 MINUTES. However the next levels will not be as long to load. It's probably creating cache.
Using unsused tweaks from rise of the triad i am able to DESTROY fps drops due to physics!
just use these tweaks:
add this to the end:
set as read only
then open willowengine.ini:
paste this at the end of [engine.engine]
there's two ways to remove texture streaming.
the first step is to do this:
the new way is to do this:
this will have a black screen at the beginning of every level until all textures are loaded... and then blammo! perfect texture load.
go to your documents folder, go to your My Games folder, click on your game of choice and find the ???engine.ini (the ??? marks may vary on the game)
Search for and change these:
Add or change this line:
then, replace this entire block:
**IF YOUR GAME HAS A ???SETTINGS.INI SWITCH TO THAT NOW
now for the fov tweak! find this section:
AspectRatioAxisConstraint=AspectRatio_MaintainYFOV *CHANGES TO HOR+
If the game doesn't have that, just paste this:
at the bottom.
And save, and BE SURE TO SET THE FILE(s) TO BE READ ONLY! *note that you can't change your video settings this way
KILLING FLOOR 2 SPECIFIC TWEAKS:
change these in kfgame.ini:
bam, more blood effects :)
Did these tweaks satisfy you? let me know in the comments! :D
Somber Waves of Pain
by Matt Reynolds
there was a day a long time ago whereupon, before nine bottles of redd, I actually gave a fuck. That day is gone. Theres a lot out there I don't know, and even more inside of me I know even less. But this much is clear: my mind is gone, I'm mad, I'm suffering, and this bitch is going to die.
About two weeks ago, after coming back from a double shift at the hospital, foul with the stench of saving lives, I opened the door to my house to find that my wife was doing the usual cooking and cleaning. a facade. We both knew what she did she did without choice, led by the fears of the crimes she committed, against me, against our family. She was cheating. Even the child knew that. But instead of doing what I would later do, I smiled, a fake smile, and said that I was home. I didn't hear what she said and I didn't care. I pulled out my gun. I blasted her in her kneecap. She screamed, she dropped her broom, blood gushed from her detached leg, crawled to the child, died before reaching it, and I shot her in the head again. All in my head. I sat down, my wife smiling a fake smile, and we began eating.
Our conversation was boring. The food sucked, except for the sausage. A slap in the face. We put the child to sleep, and our faces turned cold. My wife's eyes were low and murderous, and my eyes were devoid of live. We got into the same cold bed and slept, facing away from one another.
The next day, I opened the door, child already at school, and my wife spoke.
"You know what's going to happen."
I stopped. "I know."
"You had a chance to stop it."
"And yet I still don't give a shit."
I turn around. Out of nowhere I broke into a sprint, choked her. She tried to stop me with a fork. She missed my jugular and hit only my shoulder. I snapped her neck.
Again all in my head. She actually said nothing. Dead, only by the fact of her vacant eyes and facebook in hand.
But soon my thoughts would become minted, paid in full with an envelope addressed to the morgue, paid by vengeance.
I went to the hospital again. That's what we called it anyway. I was a member of a very particular group of individuals, a hit squad, commanded by no man. A bunch of lunatics with guns, blasting away at anyone who tried to harm the innocent.
A registered nurse at the local red cross, along with three janitors. A whole world in our minds, every day, in a video game played on our cell phones. It was our escape. But the world in our minds wasn't that fake; we all had blood on our hands. Mine with the lives I've saved. Theirs, with the lives they've ended. Two were ex-convicts. One was ex special forces, kicked out for disobeying orders and going on a maniac killing spree like some sort of crack-riddled cowboy. That was the truth. So much was lived in unspoken truths that we didn't have a clue what our names were. I put down the handheld and put it in my pocket.
"Have a good one, gentlemen," I said, putting my cigarrette in the dirt, leaving it there, alone, to die.
I walked into the back door, put on my robe, put my mask on, and waited for it to be bleached, and for the stains to be forgotten by the end of the day.
There's a sad truth to this. I was only there for entertainment. The excitement, the work, with my hands, the blood, all of it. I enjoyed playing the game, the game of life. My wife married me because she thought I was some sort of hero. She cheats on me because I'm some sort of lunatic who gets a sick pleasure from it. But somewhere inside I know that what I'm doing is good. So the scars don't reach my ego. And neither does my conscience.
I walk out, wiping dirt from my glasses. It was a homeless man this time. I wondered if I would be like him someday.
I walked back home. I saw her naked. The man was gone. I put down the bag.
"Where's the kid?" I asked. A tear dropped down from her eyes.
"Right here" she said, putting on my nurses' robe.
"Why did you do it? How could you?"
She frowned. "I told you. I tell you all the time. She isn't... here, anymore."
I laid down on the couch. Her hand was on my chest.
"Why can't you remember? This isn't her. This is me. I'm here."
"I don't... what?"
I saw my reflection in her eyes.
An old man.
A spark flew through my mind, all the years, all the happiness, all the suffering, and then it was gone again.
I don't know what it would have been like to stay there any longer.
But that was the end of it.
There was a world of regret in my heart. I was a good man but I could never see it. I sit here, behind curtains, behind lies, alone.
the heart monitor stopped beeping.
Other nurses ran towards me in slow motion.
A darkness opened below me,
and swallowed me whole,
and swallowed me whole...
Fat Sausages? Bingo Boingo! The End of All That Is, A Dissertation on Alienese by the Big Brother of Peter Reynolds
by Matt Reynolds
Once upon a time, whereupon a fine summers eve by peter did two fine ladies come by. They said to him henceforth:
"Wherefore do you procure such fine specimens of sausagery?"
"Uhh... this is stupid, what the hell is my brother typing," Peter replied. The fine ladies shone their eyes at him as if they were of the myopic variety.
"No, no this shall not do," fine lady number one replied. "We simply must know the origin of this fine charcuterie!"
"Indeed. It would appear that his methods of forming this fine food is, so to say, so densely proportioned in its affect that the chef in question has neither the resources nor the time to explicate its finer details to fine ladies such as you and i, dear sister."
"How unfortunate. I was prior unaware to the archetypal meta-complexity the structure of these wieners, nay, sausages, contain and I hereby apologize, as the angelic iconography of our nymph-like beauty has only created a feeling of unrest upon you, dear peter."
Peter was visibly annoyed and invisibly angry.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Peter proclaimed, standing upon his ramshackle chair as he rolled his eyes threefold towards the bizarre machinations of his brother's unique, yet not entirely sane, mind.
The first woman walked closer to peter.
"It would appear that the milieu of our machinations, both present and unpresent, as is apparent in this young man's demeanor, is serving to project his brother's monkey mind in manners twofold unpleasing to his person."
"And yet our bosoms are firm, our eyes are piercing, and the only thing we want is to know how he cooks his goddamn sausages."
"Shame, dear sister, shame! We mustn't express such things in the presence of this gentleman, as our minds are far exceeding the brilliance of our bodies, and I hereby proclaim that if we are to pierce the Gaian mind of this gentleman's milieu, we should, in essence, appear that which is proportionate, and then some, to the demeanor to this young man's social compatriots."
"I don't care what you're saying. Just get out. I have studying to do. Matt, why are you being so damn stupid?"
The women frowned.
"How unkind. Your dear brother has only sent us as emissaries to represent, so to say, his intentions of both writing, achieving clever dialogue, and annoying the crap out of you because he is bored."
"Sister, language. You must forgive my sister- she's only three months postpartum, you see, and the depression is creating in her an affect that alters the assemblage of her finer faculties. Moreover, we wish to apologize, sincerely, for the interruption of both your time and the advancement in your collegiate curriculum. Many thanks for your understanding- and farewell."
The ladies left the dorm. Joe popped out of his room, and said:
"Dude your brother's stupid."
"Right?" Peter replied, in antagonized haste.
"Also you suck with women."
And with that, Peter faced his computer and continued to play Team Fortress 2, much to the discontent of his brother.
Theres a man under a bridge alone
Some call it pain
I call it freedom
Some people die before they are even born
Some people call it terrible
I call it freedom
Theres a woman and child on the curb, hand outstretched for anything
Some people call it a shame
Call it freedom
Sometimes i look up towards the sky and wonder what life would have been like if i wasn't such a wreck
There are times they say I'm a loser
But i call it something different
Freedom to feel
Freedom to know the meaning of suffering and happiness
Freedom to feel again
Freedom to regret
Freedom to live
Freedom to unleash yourself from the lie you call your life and see things as they really are,
Good and bad,
Because you're free
America is many things
But free isnt one of them
People are too focused on better times to see the world around them;
The dead man on the curb, covered by a cloak
Pits of sorrow unlock tomorrow
Land of the free
Land of the brokenhearted
When you're free you have only yourself to rely on, but others can help
When you're trapped you have many, but somehow few, and yourself a void
When i die someday, and i tell this to you, please understand
God is freedom
Love is freedom
Hardship is freedom
And some people don't know their demons
We, we know freedom
And when you find yourself,
When you are the rawest, enraptured by the trees and sound, by nothingness and void,
By thoughts and ambitions,
By purpose and reckless abandon,
Thats what i call freedom
Theres a man under the bridge alone
You are that man
The bridge, built by you
The infant, your conscience
The woman, you
The child, your burden
And yet i call it freedom
Because you are
From what is up to you to decide
Some people call this a poem
I call it freedom
I hereby convict spec ops: the line to be a moral breach of the geneva convention and of the intent to do psychological harm
Article 37. – Prohibition of perfidy
1. It is prohibited to kill, injure or capture an adversary by resort to perfidy. Acts inviting the confidence of an adversary to lead him to believe that he is entitled to, or is obliged to accord, protection under the rules of international law applicable in armed conflict, with intent to betray that confidence, shall constitute perfidy. The following acts are examples of perfidy:
(a) The feigning of an intent to negotiate under a flag of truce or of a surrender;
(b) The feigning of an incapacitation by wounds or sickness;
(c) The feigning of civilian, non-combatant status; and
(d) The feigning of protected status by the use of signs, emblems or uniforms of the United Nations or of neutral or other States not Parties to the conflict.
2. Ruses of war are not prohibited. Such ruses are acts which are intended to mislead an adversary or to induce him to act recklessly but which infringe no rule of international law applicable in armed conflict and which are not perfidious because they do not invite the confidence of an adversary with respect to protection under that law. The following are examples of such ruses: the use of camouflage, decoys, mock operations and misinformation.
Article 38. – Recognized emblems
1. It is prohibited to make improper use of the distinctive emblem of the red cross, red crescent or red lion and sun or of other emblems, signs or signals provided for by the Conventions or by this Protocol. It is also prohibited to misuse deliberately in an armed conflict other internationally recognized protective emblems, signs or signals, including the flag of truce, and the protective emblem of cultural property.
2. It is prohibited to make use of the distinctive emblem of the United Nations, except as authorized by that Organization.
Article 39. – Emblems of nationality
1. It is prohibited to make use in an armed conflict of the flags or military emblems, insignia or uniforms of neutral or other States not Parties to the conflict.
2. It is prohibited to make use of the flags or military emblems, insignia or uniforms of adverse Parties while engaging in attacks or to shield, favour, protect or impede military operations.
3. Nothing in this Article or in Article 37, paragraph 1 ( d ), shall affect the existing generally recognized rules of international law applicable to espionage or to the use of flags in the conduct of armed conflict at sea.
These are conventions from the Geneva Convention which relate to Perfidy. In relation to these, I would like to bring forth an accusation of the highest order. To a videogame. Yes, A videogame.
Videogames are safe havens where civilians confide in, releasing stress, building up confidence, and more, where media related to war and violence entice them to act recklessly and provide some sort of mood-lifting affect on the player. Many across the world confide in these refuges in order to seek enjoyment, relaxation, mental stimulation, the building of skills such as hand-eye coordination, the quest for a good story and exploration, and many more things. While not a recognized symbol, there are many things in videogames that make them recognized as a pastime and thus should be taken, in my researched opinion, both seriously as such, and games that feign to be such things only to pull the rug from beneath such players, seeking any of the above things, for both libel, accusatory themes, and the injury to both the gamer's stress level, comfort, and many other psychological things, to be morally reprehensible to the highest degree.
There is one game in particular of which I accuse these morally reprehensible behaviors of, and its one who takes themes of Geneva conventions in particular to accuse the player to be responsible for both the atrocities they have committed in the context of the game, to be morally reprehensible themselves, and many other things I am about to discuss.
That game is Spec Ops the line.
In this game, players are forced to commit atrocities, which at the time of doing the player agrees to under the guise of fun and other such aforementioned behaviors which lead them to do so, only to show them that the player has been mislead to commit such crimes as unleashing white phosphorous onto a group of civilians and blame them for commiting them. The main characters in the game are shown in the ladder half of the game to be both morally corrupt, psychologically damaged, and the developer's representations of the player. One of the endings reveals that the enemies of the game are entirely made up, and the main character is accused of both secretly wanting these horrible crimes to have occurred even though nobody real has been hurt, which is in actuallity an accusation towards the player as well.
In short, it accuses the players of being terrible, psychologically damaged individuals who cater to their inner desires for destruction, and the player is left both emotionally scarred, psychologically damaged, feeling guilty, and even worse, to be traumatized to some extent.
Therefore, because this game accuses the player of things stated and unstated I hereby accuse Spec Ops: The Line of not only moral reprehensibility but to have morally breached the Geneva Convention itself.
Let me make myself clear: while these things that spec ops: the line does may, in a literary sense, have worth, it is the accusation and betrayal and even damage this game does to the player, who only wished to receive enjoyment, only to have their minds betrayed and to be accused of such libel as to be both deranged and subconsciously damaged by the media they confide in, it is my belief that this game to have committed a serious moral and perhaps legal offence of the highest nature.
While others more legally aware than I can speak greater in the context of this article, I personally wish to speak on how this game affected me personally.
The atrocities the game wishes to convict you of are outrageous and inaccurate. It is impossible to harm a virtual human being, and as such, to harm a virtual human being, who contains no mind, heart, soul, pain, or even real intelligence; whose lives begin the instant the level loads and end when their mannequin-like façade is ended, is not morally reprehensible in any way other than the disgust in regards to their portrayal of those who do not participate in such virtual activities. As such, not only are the creators reprehensible, they have commited errors in their storytelling and game crafting.
I suffer from a variety of disorders known to inhibit my capacity to read social cues, as well as provide me with a tendency towards psychoses as well as disorganized logic and thinking when unmedicated. While I am very high functioning and have control over most of my symptoms, the fact that this game accuses me of being both psychologically deranged and subconsciously stained by my media is both offensive and immediately recognizable as a farce. How could my games affect me when I am so aware of my psychoses, when I have suffered with them for 24 years and know the ins and outs of my disorder through proffessional help? Even if such things are true, I am both aware of them and capable of telling right from wrong and virtual from real at the time of writing. Obviously such a feat is to my benefit, not my detriment. Even more, if these people wish to fill my head with lies, knowing my past where such things could have easily swayed me, earlier in my development where I was not as stable, I know that there are others like me who are not as lucky as I am, who must have become both depressed, scarred, and mentally unstable as a direct result of this game as the developers of this game set out to dissuade.
Not only is this game false in its portrayal and advertising, it is false in its themes and overall logic in how it goes about achieving its goal: to force the player to think about how games have affected them.
Now, just to be clear, this is a very important goal to have and the developers of this game should be commended for their strides. However, this game has clearly been designed to accuse and harm, not to provide the enjoyment the player has been drawn in to as a direct result of their intentional misleading. As such, I stand by my accusations. I hope that my short, sloppy analysis of this game can be properly dissected, my disorders and lack of revision notwithstanding, for this will most likely be a mere forum post if anything.
My intent is not to bring down the developers of this game, the people selling it, the fans who enjoy it, or anything other than the calling out of such moral misdoings that have such been mentioned. It is not my intention in any way to create any harm other than the bringing to light the damage this game has done to me, as well as the terrible things it has committed as a result of its moral misdoings.
My point is: this game committed a farce to convict the player of ridiculous things. Because of this I saw it as an opportunity to play their own game against them for the sole purpose of making them see how they have harmed the player, and of the terrible things I think THEY have done in the proccess.
MATT REYNOLDS: GREATEST POSTS!
A year or so ago I came up with an imaginary album and tracklist, using the awesomest tracknames I could muster.
Contains Explicit Content
Band name: Deathpile
Album name: The Sound of Chainsaws and Robot Indegestion
More horses than a glue factory
Lord of the Horde
They call me the panty drencher
Thunderclap Explosion Fest
Zero Sum Equation
I'll hate you till the end of time
Death and taxes (and vengeance)
No Brakes (On the rape train)
Quantum Field Day
Time to kill the chipmonk
Super happy fun time murderfest
Question everything except for the fact that i hate you
Sex with guns
Fistful of clusterfuck
The end of buttache
Satan likes it hard
Lightsaber Nanofalcon and the Dessolation of Wolves
How to fight wars like america in Vietnam:
Blow up every thing.
Village of innocents?
Douse them in napalm they could secretly be bad guys
Blow it up
Shoot everyone and everything. Use flamethrowers. Exterminate as much as you can without actually thinking about how you are going to win
Also use white phosphorous and gas if necessary
Scratch your head when you dont actually win and get sneaked up on by less-gung-ho vietkong while you're having a power trip
The moral of the story:
Don't fight wars like its call of duty and your only purpose is to blow up dudes.
I have an idea for a game item
The "Tactical potted plant"
It would have spy equipment and could explode
When placing it the character would say "planting plant!"
And after would say "plant has been planted!"
If the BFG 9000 is powered by love, then I would totally love my enemies repeatedly point-blank in the face.
My favorite feel-good, funny books are both A Clockwork Orange (I only liked the first part) and also Blood Meridian, which I haven't read yet but I expect to be equally as awesome.
has the word ass twice
GODDAMNIT ENGLISH DICTIONARY STOP GIVING ME REASONS TO HATE YOU
'Aint no party like an OCD/ADHD party because an OCD/ADHD party can't stop.
As a gamer, i would like to thank Ronald Regan for inventing the concept of a railgun while he argued for his space defense plan named "star wars"
Two things i learned about my facewash:
1. That i hate whoever thought putting face-irritating menthol in something made to be used on your face was a good idea
2. The last ingredient is "ultramarines"
DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE LEAFY THINGS
STAY WITH ME NOW
THAT YOU CAN JUST EAT
LISTEN THIS IS IMPORTANT
THAT YOU ACTUALLY *HAVE* TO EAT OR ELSE YOU'D DIE??
I hereby proclaim that comic sans is the new Sarcasm font, because absolutely nobody can take it seriously.
Guys, there's something our society has been doing for a long time that has been bothering me for some time.
this is a roomba. These wonderful little things spend their days cleaning our floors in hopes that someday we will love and appreciate them. They cheerfully whizz away while occasionally bonking into walls and turning 90 degrees and going in another direction.
But some people don't love their roombas. Some people hurt their roombas.
instead of providing their humans with the best floor-cleaning their little proccessors can muster, these innocent machines are forced to kill their fellow roombas for sport. These poor, suffering roombas have known each other since birth and just want to help out and have a human that loves them. Why do we let these adorable guys suffer?
If you donate $1,000,000 to me I will make sure that these innocent machines that just want to be loved recieve the care and support they deserve. For every million dollars I recieve, you are ensuring that roombas everywhere will be free to operate their funcitons in peace without harm or subjection to hacker cruelty.
Try not to think of FPS games as "mindlessly shooting people in various enviornments"
instead, try to think of them as "mindlessly clicking on digital representations of people until they go away"
F.E.A.R. Plot in a nutshell
As told by Randomguy7
First published on the steam forums.
Once upon a time, there was a very poorly watched company that could do anything they wanted without any legal repercussions.
The ceo's little girl, Alma, had a wonderful gift that made her psychic, and she hoped that her future would be bright. So her father said "LETS DO HIDEOUS EXPERIMENTS ON HER AND KILL ALL HER FRIENDS"
So he did. Alma was very sad. Her power was too much for her to handle.
She grew up with agony and resentment for her father.
"What could go wrong?"
The ceo said
"Its not like Alma's godlike power could backfire on us!"
Like every short-sighted evil mastermind before him, Alma's father had his head so far up his butt that he had absolutely no semblance of common sense, and neither did anybody else who worked at Armacham or lived on the planet where the game takes place.
So they made inhumanly cruel experiments and one day they decided they needed more godlike subjects so they made Alma pregnant when she turned 18. Alma had a spark of hope that perhaps maybe this meant that she could have some semblance of happiness, and like every mother before her she eagerly awaited the birth of her children.
Soon, Alma gave birth to two wonderful sons just as messed up and powerful as her, and before she could hold them, they ripped them from her arms and they shot her in the head and she died and they locked her body in a vault hundreds of miles underground watched by the most highly trained personnel on the planet.
Now, Alma was so powerful that even her ghost could be physically manifested, so being killed didn't affect her much, and she decided that she had enough.
The younger son was also psychic like his mother and was also a cannibal and was trained to control legions of clone soldiers remotely.
"What could go wrong?"
The scientists said.
"This could NEVER backfire!"
And it did.
So the Pointman, who never got named because Alma was shot point-blank in the face before she could name him, face wet with tears, had bullettime powers and was born mute. This made him mentally detached and therefore was the most lethal, merciless killer ever to exist anywhere in the universe but somehow this made him a good guy and his brother and mom the bad guys because he was "cool". So he was sent by the only government entity on the planet that actually knew what was going on to go stop his brother and eventually he did and shot him in the head just like they told him to and the city got nuked in the process and the people who didn't die went completely insane or were killed by Armacham, who still didn't have a clue what they were doing and once again could do anything under the sun without anybody knowing without being watched by the government.
Like all psychics, somehow pointman's brother didnt really die and pointman was imprisoned for a while.
So a new dude named Becket and all of his idiot friends who were led by a lady soldier who so far in this story is the only person on earth who had common sense at all, whom the soldiers were completely lost without, was captured by a grumpy old lady named Arisdide who designed all these experiments and Becket was also given bullettime powers and Alma kinda thought he was cute. So, just like her daddy taught her to love, she killed all of his friends and forced a child upon him in the end she rapes him and once again she was pregnant, and Arisdide was a complete jerk and shot the smart lady in the head sealing the fate of everyone and meanwhile some IT geek was shot who tried to stop all this but failed due to his lack of taste in movies.
So Pointman and his brother formed an alliance and broke out of prison so they went back to the blown up city filled with psychopaths and monsters caused by Alma's power-induced rift between dimensions because they thought Alma needed to he stopped, partially because they liked the place, being completely deranged just like their mother, and partially because they had nothing better to do.
They met becket and he was still very messed up from Alma's sexually assaulting him and after he told his past to them he explodes spontaneously. Also, Pointman's lady friend Jin who was the second to last person on earth with any semblance of common sense, partially because she isn't either a testosterone-fueled meathead, a deranged killer, a psychic or anything else, helps them in the process.
So eventually the pointman and his brother reach the Armacham stronghold and kill a ghost of Almas father who trolls them incessantly and they see Alma resting with nobody to help her through labor, cold and emotionless and devoid of life, and the brothers' truce ends, as if in an arguement over who was loved by mommy more.
So in one ending, Pointman kills his brother for good, takes the child, and leaves his mother who died in labor.
In the other, his brother takes the child and promises to raise it to be just as effed up as he is and he cannibalizes his mother to death.
TLDR a sweet and innocent girl named Alma is tortured, robbed of her children, and killed until she becomes angry and evil and everybody involved are total jerks and Alma never had a chance to be happy and many, many, many people die.
Oh yeah and somehow the clone soldiers were awarded, being the first clone soldiers in history that actually knew how to aim and stuff.
P.S. I absolutely adore this game and all of it's sequels.
I've heard people talk a lot lately about red sox, so I figured I could give some advice. I am by no means a healthcare proffessional so this should only be taken as advice.
Red sox should be changed immediately because blood can be a very dangerous biohazard. If you find your sox to be red after a intense run, or for any other reason, you should contact a podiatrist or other healthcare proffessional immeidately to ensure the safety of your foot, likeliness of continued ability to walk, and measures should be taken to prevent blood loss.
If you kill so many people that your sox are red, though, you probably should get your head examined...
Sometimes I feel like a blind person in a nudist colony.
I act like normal and I happily interact with people but it isn't until later that I realise that what I was doing was awkward.
Sometimes I don't feel like a person but some annoying wind up toy that people ignore and try to avoid.
Somewhere, deep inside the sith stronghold...
"Lord palpatine, we're ready to make the first batch of clones!"
"uh... okay. um, we've done a quick gene projection and we've found that the guy we're cloning has trouble hitting targets in groups of more than five people."
"NO IT'S PERFECT! GIVE THEM A FALSE SENSE OF HOPE!"
"but... wait, wouldn't that be-"
"Okay. so, next thing on our agenda is the death star. We've done diagnostics and we've found that there's a blaring flaw in the death star's design that would instantly destroy it if-"
"NO. THIS GIVES ME A CHALLENGE!"
"Uh... fine then."
This scenario is responsible for me, repeatedly pounding my head into the desk on numerous occasions.
Wow! Thanks svedka for that keen advertizement with the HIDEOUS ROBOT WOMAN that was flirty with the camera and the TOTALLY NOT TRUE award on the screen denouncing your alchoholic beverage as "the best vodka of 2033"!
I played Metro 2033, and while that era must surely require heavy amounts of alcohol, I'm not convinced that this advertisement was that well thought-out.
0/10 would not buy.
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"EVERYONE IS PLAYING JELLY SPLASH"
"JELLY SPLASH HAS 25 MILLION DOWNLOADS"
"EVERYONE IS PLAYING JELLY SPLASH"
"JELLY SPLASH HAS 25 MILLION DOWNLOADS"
"EVERYONE IS PLAYING JELLY SPLASH"
"JELLY SPLASH HAS 25 MILLION DOWNLOADS"
"JELLY SPLASH IS THE MOST POPULAR GAME ON THE APP STORE!
GOD DAMNIT I DON'T F*CKING CARE!!
TRY TO UNDERSTAND MY JOKE!
Okay so once there was a detective that worked night and day researching his stolen copy of the nintendo 64 game "Perfect Dark", which was the next game made by the studio behind Goldeneye with roughly the same gameplay in a sci-fi setting.
But he never worked over summer!
His license plate said PDD-NOS
COMING SOON IN 2014:
"I killed a man once. I LIKED IT."
Lawrence is a hardass British Army Lieutenant commando that never takes shit from those in power! In this re-telling if the greatest action movie of all time, driven by his thirst for blood and adventure!
"Have you no fear, English?"
"Yeah. Only how fearsomely well slaughter those English scum!"
This is the tale of a savage rebel bent on revenge for a new generation. With a soundtrack by The Bloody Beetroots and Jay-Z, all just under 80 minutes.
"Those British think their empire will last a century. I'll show them how foolish they really are when my boot crushes their heads, one by one!
LAWRENCE OF ARABIA: DEATHBRINGER.
What Henry Levin's 1959 rendition of Journey to the center of the earth taught me:
1. Sometimes, what sounds like morse code could really be a duck repeatedly bashing it's bill into a plank of wood.
2. There's an ocean at the center of the earth as well as air to breathe, and the water is safe to swim in.
3. NEVER, UNDER ANY CITCUMSTANCES, GET INBETWEEN A GERMAN AND HIS PET DUCK.
4. Atlantis sunk and everybody died with it. There's no underwater civilization there just dead people.
Words within words:
Somewhere, in the futuremark stronghold...
Guy: "Hey it's time for another release, what do?"
Boss: "No. It's time we made a game. Heck all we make are gaming benchmarks, we've got a state-of-the-art engine right there."
Guy: "lol cool. What game should we make then?"
Boss: "idk like GRAVITY with space guns? Deathmatch in space!"
Guy: "that's totes sweet-dacular broham!
Boss: "heaven yeah."
What went through my head when I got SHATTERED HORIZON on some gaming bundle I've never heard of.
"Man, wouldn't it be great if Forrest Gump kept the original novel's way of making fun of mentally handicapped people?"
Said nobody, ever.
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better look out I'm telling you why-
NSA is watching... Your mail!
Here's what I love about the matrix, or more specifically the backstory as told by the Animatrix episodes one and two:
It doesn't make sense to just ASSUME that all robots/computers and the like are out to get you. When just ONE ROBOT does something bad, people go nuts! Heck, even today, people go nuts whenever computers make their own videogames all by themselves! Instead of patting them on the head and say "Good job, computer!" we say: "AGH ROBOT APOCALYPSE ALSJDHGLSDUFHGLSDFHG"
What the Matrix puts so awesomely is that, for years in it's world, the robots tried to coexist peacefully with the humans. After most of them were torn to scrap metal, they fled to form their holy city, 01 (named by robots haha) and tried to apply for the United Nations. Their response?
01 got nuked. Many times. Days even, just nuke after nuke. The robots didn't mind much since they don't evaporate like people do. So they just said "F this! We do so much work and all we get are angry humans! Let's just link them to computers so at least then they'll stop being total jerks to us!"
AAAAND after that, they formed the "human-powered power plant"
And even then, people wanted to kill them all the more. BUT NEO
NEO decided he needed the machine's help in defeating Agent Smith, who was literally spreading like the very virus he claimed the humans were. So he made peace between the humans and machines. FOR ONCE IN ALL OF HISTORY, JUST ONE GUY SAID, OH HEY, ROBOTS ARE COOL TOO AND THE ROBOTS WERE ALL LIKE, SEE, THIS GUY HAS IT RIGHT. LET'S HELP HIM.
robots don't hold grudges, see. Real practical, no nonsense folk. I would assume they had a lot in common with what we call conservative folk in that mindset. Hard workers.
If there's a movie with a female version of link, Ryan Gosling would play the male Zelda.
Ryan Gosling: The only human ever to surpass Elves when it comes to looks.
*warning: I just got back from The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug*
A holocaust survivor once asked me, "what is the greatest way to defeat an enemy?"
I didn't know
He said, "make friends with them."
Never forgot that.
my ENTIRE thought process when it comes to faith
"the universe created itself"
"the universe was made by the big bang"
and before that? It could be an infinite loop for all we know.
"Is it that more we know the closer we get to understanding God?"
some would say that.
"Is it that the LESS we know the closer we get to understanding God?"
some would also say that.
"So would it be fair to say that the main issue here is due to human imperfection?"
yeah i guess
"Does this mean that God doesn't exist?"
Not really. Is it worth throwing away my entire support system? nah.
"Does this mean that God does exist?"
Not really. Is it worth risking my entire knowledge system? nah.
"How much do we know?"
"How much DON'T we know?"
An almost infinite amount, it seems.
"Does the more we know make more to know?"
I guess some things could be said that way, but some things can't.
"Is it that God could be just a matter of belief and not by knowledge?"
One would hope so, but Wisdom comes from God it says, and I prefer to think that all knowledge comes from God and Science is the way of him.
"So is God the Universe itself?"
Well... uh, I wouldn't go that far.
"So is God outside of the universe?"
Most likely. But I don't know.
"So theoretically, if all we know is very little compared to what we don't, do we really know what we don't know?"
Knowing how much we don't? That seems idiotic. I suppose math could solve this, but I would question that.
"So if there is enough of a reason for you to stay with religion since it helps you, and stay with science because it enlightens you, could it be that you don't really want to stay there for God?"
I wouldn't say that. I get caught up sometimes, but I do lose sight of what's important now and again.
"So do you think there is a God?"
Provided what we don't know is almost infinitesimal compared to what we do, I do believe that somewhere out there MUST be an anomaly that matches my definition of God.
"And that is?"
The thing I worship. The thing that I pray to.
"Does this make you know for sure?"
Not really. Is it worth risking so much?
"Do you know if an afterlife exists?"
No, but on one hand, do I know it doesn't? It could be said that if I die believing in Afterlife, that I will die easier. So it's a win-win. I like those odds.
"But does this make you KNOW there's a god besides all that you do?"
Not really. I have faith in myself, and in my wisdom, but I know all too well how stupid and unwise I could be and have been. I believe in providence, not luck. I don't think that without God, that I'd be here today. In a sense, if God can be brought upon by my fellow man, then that is reason enough for me to follow him. I don't know if I will ever find out just why, but I don't know if I can disprove him either. Part of why I'm a Lutheran comes from me being able to do things and believe things as I see fit, provided they don't clash with things that are wrong, as defined by this or that. I don't think that anyone can find out just how much is sin, but then again, All sins are equal in the eyes of God and only God knows just what sin and what isn't. It's not about fear, it's about being aware of yourself.
"But doesn't this make you question your judgement? Don't you fear that you can be misleading yourself? Don't you fear that it's like the blind leading the blind?"
All the time! But does this mean that somewhere I know there cannot be an anomaly that would be just like my God? Certainly not! I'm not sure just why, but I do believe in him. If it gives me only good and takes only my certainty of it's existence, even this isn't much, since I have already agreed that humans know very little in the grand scheme of things. If I were to stop believing in him, I would suffer greatly for the rest of my life, and even then I wouldn't be certain that a God doesn't exist. It would be pointless at this point to even stop being christian if I have just as much a chance at knowing it to be true than not, regardless of my faith. I chose Lutheran Christianity for it's open-mindedness, and in my eyes that allows my search to stop there.
"I guess that makes you okay with being a christian. I suppose that even after all these questions have been asked you still believe in God, then that means you should probably keep following him."
Thanks for reading this far. Not sure how to reward you. Whatever.
Also, don't make any sort of comment regarding religious debates, as I meant this to be for educational use only in regards to why I am a christian and not atheist. my mind is settled and nothing you can do will change that.
I just made another masterpiece in literary form
Randomguy7: hey i just came up with a funny scene to use
Randomguy7: guy: there's a robot blocking our path
Randomguy7: girl: doesn't look like we can kill it.
Randomguy7: robot: KILL HUMANOIDS
Randomguy7: guy: maybe if I overload its memory banks?
Randomguy7: girl: it could work
Randomguy7: guy: hey robot!
Randomguy7: robot: KILL HUMAN HUMANOID KILL BOOP BEEP
Randomguy7: guy: I sleep in lady's underwear!
Randomguy7: robot: TOO MUCH INFORMATION
Randomguy7: robot: INFORMATION OVERLOAD ERROR ERROR
Randomguy7: girl: did you really mean that?
Randomguy7: guy: pssh, no!
Randomguy7: the end
(copied and pasted from steam chat with Eric Seibt)
Today, when typing "give everything" in the popular doom mod, Aeons of Death, which combines over 23 different games, enemies from said games, and weapons from said games into one game, I saw what was possibly the single greatest anti-cheat system I've witnessed.
What was it, you ask?
Whenever a cheat was typed, everything turned pink on the screen... and the "barbie girl" song played nonstop until you ended the game.
so in scriptwriting class, we were each handed an example of the (albeit on-purpose) so-called "worst scene ever in script form", featuring Barbie and Ken and someone else, and were each asked to rewrite it so that it wasn't bad anymore. I have decided to paste it in here, but you'll probably not get all the humor since it makes references off of the old version... but whatever. (Needless to say, it was an R movie script)
WORST SCENE EVER REWRITE
Barbie and ken, after slaughtering at least fifteen thousand nazi yakuza zombie pirates, talk about their day in crypic “CIA” coded speech on their giant robot trex in space.
Ken: “hi barbie”
barbie (wiping nazi yakuza space pirate brains off her shoulder”): What? You wanna do me or something? Get your fucking words out.
Ken: Geez. Sorry. I was just asking how you were.
Barbie (lights her cigarete with the smoking end of her gun) “god, you're such a choir boy. I wasted my time wearing stockings with you. Could have worn sweats.
Ken: that's good.
Barbie: “what the fuck? Agh. You're so stupid. Whatever, at least you're funny.
Ken: “to tell you the truth, barbie, I'm high as balls right now. Can we speak some other time, perhaps at dinner?”
Barbie: “should have known. I guess that's a date then, pumpkin.” (she says this sarcastically and continues to pull brains out of her hair and act generally like a widowmaking badass you don't want to fuck with)
Later, barbie returns home to her private spaceship located in the center of a black hole. She then takes an obligatory 15 minute shower sequence, and afterwards she puts on a tshirt and jeans. She calls her friend.
barbie: “june? June can you hear- fuck, I knew I shouldn't have gone with the black hole. Hold on, let me check the psychic intenet with my brain implants”
june: “uuuugh what's going on? Barbie? Crap, I'm so wasted right now, I'm eating... macaroni? Whatever. I don't know who this guy is... ugh. What?
Barbie: I'm going on a date with ken.
June: “good for you, hope you two hit it off. I mean fuck. Or whatever. God, I'm so tired!
Barbie and ken meet at the pepper mill, a giant mill that instead of killing peppers, kills samurai ninja monkies or something like that, for kicks.
Barbie: “So what? You're just not gonna talk to me now?”
ken: “hold on, was staring at your chest. What?”
barbie: “I can't believe you. You're fucking high all the time! God, why can't I find a guy like, I dunno, duke nukem or some shit?”
ken: “I like pudding.”
barbie: “i'm bored. Let's have sex.”
ken: “yes. Okay.”
they have sex, the end.
on steam chat with Peter Reynolds
"Randomguy7: so get this. today I realized that I am an impulsive game collector... but not just that, I crave the consumption of first person shooters that offer me a very specific type of experience and a very specific myriad of themes and elements. like how H.P. Lovecraft could not help but learn everything there was to learn of Supernatural and Weird Horror. Every time I click on the purchase button, my mouth salivates. I lick my lips. I smile. my eyes widen. My heartbeat quickens. I am addicted, wholeheartedly, to two things in this world: the typing of words into a pattern that pleases the eye, and the consumption of unique ideas, experiences, and mental patterns.
Yellow ninja: you just now noticed this?"
This actually happened.
#addicted #fpsgames #gameporn
If it came down to batman vs wolverine
Batman could just BUY adamantium
No surprise there
What they say:
"You're not yourself when you're hungry"
What they mean:
"You're not yourself without snickers"
What they say:
"Crytek studios is now making free to play games"
What they mean:
"Crytek studios is tired of making great games and want to get as much money possible with little effort"
"hey, mr. president. We have a growing Hispanic population and we have a need to incorporate a Mexican national holiday. here's the list."
(places finger randomly) "THE FIFTH OF MAY!"
"but sir, that's a relatively small holiday, commemorating a battle that-"
"NO MATTER, IN AMERICA IT SHALL BE ABOUT DRINKING AND CHEAP MEXICAN FOOD! HOORAY!"
"Sir that's incredibly heavy-handed and a clear disrespect and blatant sensationalization of the Mexican population's cultural imports. it's overconsuming-"
"YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE ME?"
"...no sir. Sorry sir. I'll incorporate it right away sir."
this looks like a fat alien king asleep whist his vassals play trumpets for him.
Translation: "yes, and find me some food! I cant get them myself i have a glandular problem"
Translation: "nyarlothep you sack of s***"
Producer: "we need to make a comic book and it has to involve new york."
Dude: "so where can our heroes hide out?"
Intern: "THE SEWER!"
Producer: great! But what hides in a sewer?
Dude: i dunno. Turds?
Producer: thats it! Turtles! But why are they hiding?
Intern: BECAUSE THEY'RE NINJAS!
Dude: fighting turtles? Really? What do they fight, mice?
Producer. No. They are trained by a mouse... Their sensei! Rat actually. Rats sound cooler. And they're mutants. How can we make their personalities interesting?
Intern: STEREOTYPICAL CHARACTER ARCHETYPES!
Producer: great!! Like the nerd, the leader, the scary generic armored darth vader ripoff, the funny one, and the angry jerk!
intern: AND A HOT LADY AND PIZZA!
Dude: god you sound like a teenager.
Producer: yes! I got it- teenage mutant ninja turtles!
Dude: my life is empty
cool/creepy/eerie/trippy albums time!
Frontline Assembly - Tactical Neural Implant
The Bloody Beetroots - Hide
Shpongle - Nothing Lasts... but Nothing is Lost
Negura Bunget - Om
The Prodigy - The Day is My Enemy
Crywolf - Ghosts EP
Ed Harrison - Neotokyo
The Berserker - Reawakening
Despise living in a society governed by laws?
DO WE HAVE A COUNTRY FOR YOU!
Immigrate into the republic of congo, most brutally, obscenely violent place on earth, and see what anarchy REALLY brings you!
"hey babe nice stripes"
"I know right. Let's have tons of crazy sex!"
-what you expect it to be
"Can we have sex tonight honey?"
"Nah i really need to finish this boss"
"Why do you have so many figures?"
"Dude you're blowing my score right now"
-how it is in real life
If you majored in engineering you should get engine earrings.
I finally have time to breathe
After all this time.
When I look at the past 5 years,
Not just the school. Everything. The pain, the fun, the friends...
There's not a single goddamn thing I would change.
Sure, I've had scary and tough moments as much as fun ones. But you know what? These past 5 years made me a man. It made me who I am.
I lost my mind, but from it I learned what my mind meant. It made me realize a lot of things, that this stuff doesn't go away, not like Tourette's did.
I'm a better person for going through it, and I got a book out of it, so who's to say it wasn't one of the most important things in my life?
Nothing in these past 5 years was perfect. But I'm proud them.
With some food.
I suffer from chronic awesomeness disorder. Its fatal and I'll die within 80-ish years.
"How to befriend a pachyderm"
By Ellie Phant
I had a dream last night where the europeans were invading all of the supermarkets in the US to destroy our cheese, which they claim isn't fit to be called cheese names like "parmesian" but instead have to be called "parmesian-like". Me and 150 other people stood at the ready as the europeans advanced witht their shopping carts. I yelled, "Let's kill those freaks!" and we opened fire. I killed at least 50 of them before their explosive baguettes and razor-blade pop hit CD's took out at least 75 of our troops, forcing us to fall back to the tall grass marsh that doesn't exist at my hometown's Stater Brothers but does in dreamworld.
After three weeks, I was the last one left. I snuck behind a Cheese Gestapo guard and knifed him from the back, used him as a shield and took out 5 more before the Police, now owned by the cheese gestapo, chased me back to my parents house, where they wouldn't let me in because I had killed at least 500 people defending our cheese from the European threat. I then lived by myself as a vagrant on the streets as Diet Coke was banned as substance, and I woke up shortly before I had died of starvation.
I still have no idea what the heck goes on in my head while I'm dreaming, but this was the most "normal" dream I've had in a long time, so I figured I'd write it here.
Did you know?
Cortizol, the stress hormone, actually attacks and breaks down brain cells!
Stress makes you dumber.
Also, affection (receiving and giving) has been proven to lower cortizol
So when your mom is affectionate she's ensuring you won't be stupid!!
My attempt at pop hit songwriting:
"I Sing into a microphone
All day long
I sing into a microphone
This is my song"
(x5) with edm riffs
Double platnum record radio hit plox
>all pop music in a nutshell
1. I am very smart
2. I am about to graduate, showing that I am smart enough to leave school
3. Being smart is cool
Therefore, I am too cool for school.
by Matt Reynolds
First of all, he hates being called anything but Peter.
Especially when he's called “Squaqleblargh mcjazzlington brogurt mcgee the seventeenth”
His room is bright yellow, as is most of his possessions, and is filled from floor to ceiling with toys that he once loved. He usually doesn't play with them, but it's as if he believed it would be cruel to throw away something that was once sacred to him.
He likes games that aren't violent or engaging, but instead, he likes games that are highly complex, involved and unique. He likes happy things and wears tye-dye exclusively.
He has long dirty-blonde hair that he refuses to see as anything other than blonde.
He's great at math and has a very hard time with english. He loves food and science and is studying to become a food scientist, as if by compromise.
He understands his family usually more than they do themselves.
He has a large group of friends that he's kept from high school and before.
He plays daily with his roommates and (sometimes) his brother, with whom he's beaten borderlands 2 twice with, but with whom he can play with no longer because he cheated to get his character to level 72 but peter hates the concept of cheating.
He has spent over 300 hours in Team Fortress 2.
TEXTURE STREAMING REMOVAL TUTORIAL! WORKS WITH ALL UDK GAMES!DESTROY LATENCY! PRESERVE IMAGE QUALITY!
This post is about these two things. When latency and pop-in strikes in any unreal engine 3 game, this is where you go. In 2013, when Rise of the Triad was suffering from latency so hard it made fps tank, I posted a single tweak that crushed the latency as well as preserving image quality. On my Core2Duo p7350 and Nvidia GeForce 9400m, this boosted my fps twofold from latency reduction alone.
I continued to update it and...
Man, it's been a VERY long time.
Well, now that I have a real pc, I can finally test the streaming removal like I did so long ago, and I have to say... it's pretty damn sweet!!
First thing's first, how much ram/vram do you have? If you have 2 gigs of video memory and 8 gigs of ram that should be more than enough.
First thing you should do is set your ingame settings.
Then go to my games/????/????/ini/???engine.ini
Fill in the question marks with your game of choice.
Here's the NEW AND IMPROVED Tweaks!
bUseBackgroundLevelStreaming=False *may cause problems with machines that don't have enough vram
MipFadeOutSpeed1=0 *these change the mipmap fade in
PoolSize=999999999 *THE WORLD FAMOUS TWEAK! even if usebackgroundstreaming is set to true (for video cards without enough vram) this will force the entire level to your cache, disk, memory, you name it! It usually improves performance.
AllowScreenDoorFade=False *stops things from being removed when they are behind you
**IF YOUR GAME HAS A SYSTEMSETTINGS.INI SWITCH TO THAT NOW
After your tweaks, save, and right-click the ini's that you edited. Click on properties, and set to read only. This is essential, especially if you turned off background level streaming!
After this, you will see a huge boost to both performance and image quality.
If your ram is high latency, or your texture fill is crap, or your cpu is crap, this should make things load all at once, and then the level will just stay there. The ram will work harder, but slowdowns related to texture fill and poor compnents will be minimalized.
HERE ARE THE BENCHMARKS
For each of these tests, I played through e1m1, the first level, on easy/normal
I have a gtx 670, 8 gigs or corsair vengeance 1600 mhz ram, an amd fx 8350, all stock. I used a combination of fraps and frafs, a benchmark viewer. For each picture I limited the timeframe to the shortest playthrough, number two
all settings were set at ludicrous
view the pictures here:
Test one: All settings ludicrous, all tweaks
Check out how many peaks there are on the first one! All of the times the yellow graph touches the top of the screen, that's a hang, a lag, a microstutter. And the rest of it is still quite high- about 30 milliseconds from what my eye can tell.
Test Two: All settings ludicrous, all tweaks except for "busebackgroundstreaming"
This will surprise you at first because the fps, minmaxavg, all of that is the same. in fact the average fps is LESS. But, look at the yellow graph at the bottom. then look at the first one. then look at this one again.
Man, that is a gigantic difference. You can still see the second checkpoint right in the middle, but the biggest improvement is, the lower part of the graph is thinner, and there are a LOT less microstutters. If you were to have my old gpu, the nvidia 9400m on my macbook 5.1 (bootcamp) you would see a big fps increase. But this card doesn't have that increase because for the most part it loads the level well.
Test Three: All settings Ludicrous, all tweaks enabled
This one is the smoothest because at the bottom you can see that, while more or less the same as number two, there is less variation overall. The microstutters are halved also, and the switch between halves of the level in the middle was ridiculously shorter.
And of course, smaller times are better.
So there you have it!
Solid evidence that these combination of tweaks will help to greatly reduce stuttering! On stutter-heavy machines this means an overall boost of fps. On high-end machines, you can enjoy less stuttering as well as a giant image boost, especially if you follow my settings of my third test, because literally all pop in is removed.
I'm very proud and happy that this thread has helped so many people! This will be the final version but be sure to follow me at www.randomguy7.com and on my youtube channel, link is on my website! :D
AND AS AN ADDED BONUS:
as you can see, there's a fourth picture there. That's what happens when I made my other, non-streaming related tweaks.
PhysXGpuHeapSize=512 *kepler gtx cards and up please, or else it won't start
PhysXMeshCacheSize=32 *same as above
MaxAnisotropy=1 *i use lightboost hack for my 3d vision display and it removes visible aliasing for whatever reason
Randomguy7 (aka Matthew E. Reynolds or just Matt) is a writing, gaming, computer, and electronics enthusiast. He is known to be intriguing and eccentric and always has a thing to say about his interests.