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Gameuser10

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  • I was born on September 24
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Greetings, traveler. Not much to do here except read. But since you're here, allow me to introduce myself. I am Gameuser10, alias Wraith or Villicus. Some call me "Game," so that works too.

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Game | Villicus | Tʜᴇ OᴠᴇʀSᴇᴇʀ
 
Myers-Briggs testing reveals that I am of the ISTP type (Introversion, Sensing, Thinking, Perception):

"Cool onlookers, quiet, reserved observing and analyzing life with detached curiosity and unexpected flashes of original humor. Usually interested in impersonal principles, cause and effect, or how and why mechanical things work. Exert themselves no more than they think necessary, because any waste of energy would be inefficient. Live their outer life more with sensing, inner life more with thinking."
I consider myself very slow to anger, and would rather remain calm, collected and reserved.

I prefer concrete information rather than abstract or theoretical concepts. I make decisions based upon logic rather than subjective emotions.

I enjoy having time to think alone and having the freedom to work at my own pace.

I prefer to focus on the present and take on things one day at a time.

I would rather acquiesce with someone rather than start a potential argument.


Do not hesitate to ask for help, I will lend you a hand and assist you to the best of my ability.



I constantly look for ways for me to verbalize my deepest and darkest thoughts, desires and fears without anybody really knowing what I’m specifically talking about...
 

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Interests

  • Christian apologetics
    • Discussion of other worldviews
    • Defending the truth of the Christian faith through various means
  • Games [surprise, surprise]
    • Counter-Strike: Global Offensive
    • World of Tanks
    • Left 4 Dead 2
    • PAYDAY 2
    • Halo Custom Edition
    • Evolve: Stage 2
    • Warframe
    • Battlefield 3
    • Killing Floor 2
    • RuneScape
    • Don't Starve Together
  • Music by:
    • Klayton (Celldweller, Circle of Dust, Scandroid)
    • Bret (Blue Stahli, Sunset Neon)
    • Richy Nix
    • Voicians
    • Other FiXT artists

Quotes

"I have no duty to be anyone's Friend and no man in the world has a duty to be mine. No claims, no shadow of necessity. Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival."

—C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

"It is impossible to please everyone and chasing that is the end of true art."

—Klayton

In the 1950s kids lost their innocence. They were liberated from their parents by well-paying jobs, cars, and lyrics in music that gave rise to a new term ---the generation gap.

In the 1960s, kids lost their authority. It was a decade of protest---church, state, and parents were all called into question and found wanting. Their authority was rejected, yet nothing ever replaced it.

In the 1970s, kids lost their love. It was the decade of me-ism dominated by hyphenated words beginning with self. Self-image, Self-esteem, Self-assertion....It made for a lonely world. Kids learned everything there was to know about sex and forgot everything there was to know about love, and no one had the nerve to tell them there was a difference.

In the 1980s, kids lost their hope. Stripped of innocence, authority and love and plagued by the horror of a nuclear nightmare, large and growing numbers of this generation stopped believing in the future.

In the 1990s kids lost their power to reason. Less and less were they taught the very basics of language, truth, and logic and they grew up with the irrationality of a postmodern world.

In the new millennium, kids woke up and found out that somewhere in the midst of all this change, they had lost their imagination. Violence and perversion entertained them till none could talk of killing innocents since none was innocent anymore.

—Ravi Zacharias

What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift. As a counselor once told me -- a counselor for Disaffected Yought, I might add: "You like that crap because it reminds you of you." Couldn't of said it better or put it more bluntly. Don't even disagree with it either.

—Mark Z. Danielewski

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

—C.S. Lewis

Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.

—Mark Z. Danielewski


Pati




With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it
Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it
Consider questionable things to try to get me through it
I've tried to push it away but I always give into it
Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it
and washes this all away...

SenselessEmbracingEntropy

The walls of introversion
Build them up
High and strong so you'll never have to hurt too long
Put them up
'Til they surround and there's no real you left to be found
Hold it up
High above
No fear of hope or trust or love
Close it up
And hold your ground and wait until it's time to finally close it down


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