<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415336236029743504</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:57:57.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ton Monde il Craint</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grokonar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokonar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415336236029743504.post-7539397246288288008</id><published>2009-08-17T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:58:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posttopbar"&gt;   &lt;div class="postname"&gt;http://forums.dota-allstars.com/lofiversion/index.php?t280416.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eye0fthe7iger&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="postdate"&gt;Apr 24 2009, 06:59 AM&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     Dota has a terrible community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the game, but the worst part by far about coming back to it is the amount of insults thrown around, worse still the trashtalking that goes on between teams. I fail to see what the point of insulting the other team's players every time you get killed accomplishes, other than making you look like a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start playing again after a hiatus, I'm really astounded by how bad the community is, and I usually start out trying to be positive to teammembers and stand up for the noobs in the game...because really, what's the point in all these insults people? But then slowly the trash talk starts to sink in and feel normal, and then I find myself getting angry and maybe giving crap to a teammate when they do something unbelievably selfish/stupid. Then I usually have to quit shortly after because I realize what the game is doing to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415336236029743504-7539397246288288008?l=grokonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default/7539397246288288008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default/7539397246288288008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokonar.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpforums.html' title=''/><author><name>Gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415336236029743504.post-5188563066965731771</id><published>2009-08-16T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:28:30.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought for years that the solution to a pig disgusting garbage life in the western world was the self-annihilation in online activities, of which anonymous interactions would be the best ones, since the social persona drops in those cases and people are supposedly more natural and true to their core. While this works in the case of imageboards, i was severely mistaken concerning one area in which i held great hopes: online multiplayer competitive gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPSes, they're alright. The gaming field is relatively even, you succeed or lose depending on your skills, and some memorization, but not too much. MMOs tho, you just need to invest a lot of time, abuse mechanics and be an asshat. EvE-Online, which should have been the greatest of all MMOs, has turned into a steaming pile of Schadenfreude and everybody's okay with it, it seems. Fuck that shit. We all log in and push back real life so we don't have to deal with the same bullshit as in it, and what happens now in those virtual worlds is that all the agressivity and desire to do harm to others that cannot be expressed in rl, becomes expressed online . Fuck that shit. I don't see the fucking point in griefing some acneic kid or some middle-aged lonely guy. People who play MMOs, most of them have issues. Wheres the goddamn joy in griefing them? Fucking gamers.&lt;br /&gt;I have extensively played Heroes of Newerth, a DOTA clone, these last two weeks. It's fucking infuriating. Everything in this game is complete bullshit. All gameplay revolves around staying alive, being a cheap little faggot, and never do any bold or stupid stuff, whichwould lead your team to certain loss. The community is repulsive and the game itself opened wells of hate in my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck online gaming. Really, fuck that shit to hell. Gaming is meant to be fun, and has not so much to do with winning and losing as it has to do with having collective fun, playing a role and whatnot. A game which doesn't let you do stupid stuff or penalizes you heavily for it is not a game. A game which drives the players to win at all costs -peer pressure of your team because of ratings, huge death penalty-, turns players into fucking morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it i am chock full of hate and frustration that no fun online outlets exists anymore in the field of gaming. Most multiplayer online simulations are now made so as to players either feel they're badass, or that they're garbage. Reward, or frustration. In both cases, players keep on playing. I'd even say frustration is a far greater drive than rewards. Plus, it's easy to eternally frustrate a player, and have him think he could be awesome if only whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU online gaming industry -FPSes aside-. You took what should have been a haven of mind serenity against the atrocious fucktardiness of real life, and turned it into an emotional hell , where people can be as mean as they wish they could be to each other face to face, if they weren't fearing to get their ass kicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415336236029743504-5188563066965731771?l=grokonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default/5188563066965731771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default/5188563066965731771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokonar.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-thought-for-years-that-solution-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415336236029743504.post-5998083394516833854</id><published>2009-08-16T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:10:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://diabolicalconquest.com/interviews/peste_noire_french.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Je n'ai pas la même vie, les mêmes goûts, les mêmes amis, les mêmes ambitions, les mêmes idées que ces groupes là. Je ne fréquente pas les mêmes endroits. Je ne les fréquente même pas eux. Je ne leur ressemble en rien. Ils sont riches, oisifs, sans soucis véritables, ils financent leurs enregistrements studio avec l'argent de leurs parents ; je suis pauvre, compose dans l'urgence, j'enregistre avec du matos totalement merdique. Je ne chante pas la poésie du monde urbain mécanique industriel post-apocalyptique décadent des mégapoles tentaculaires et ne vois pas de loin que les lumières bleutées des usines dans la nuit, j'y ai travaillé à l'usine, la nuit, et je sais ce que c'est, les ravages du productivisme. J'en fais pas une poésie d'ado bourgeois d'appartement parisien, je veux juste détruire tout ça et moi je sais de quoi je parle."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415336236029743504-5998083394516833854?l=grokonar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default/5998083394516833854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415336236029743504/posts/default/5998083394516833854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grokonar.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpdiabolicalconquestcominterviewspest.html' title=''/><author><name>Gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
