• Y'know, at one point in my life, I thought about joining the military. My dad's freinds always said I was a crack shot. And I was very good when it came to tactics. Dad just didn't tell them I grew up with a joystick in my hand. (And not THAT kind of joystick, you perverts.) I thought, maybe after my ARMY career took off, I'd be helping alot of innocent people. As long as there was a good reason, I'd pull the trigger. But now that I'm older, and hopefully alot wiser, I see that there is no "good fight." And that if you care too much, you bleed.

    Now, when I'm confronted with a worse case scenario, I have atleast three reasonable reactions: Anger, laughter, and tears.
    Laughter is natures anesthesia.
    Anger numbs out the pain, and replaces it with ungodly strength.
    And tears... well...
    ...tears hurt too much...