You got blood on my lolz.

Ah, it's been a while since I played Team Fortress 2 on Steam. I blame Halo Reach. And Steam for not releasing the Polycount Update earlier.

Well, back to Halo Reach, HUDDA HUDDA HUDDA.

I wanna be the very- wait what?

Admit it, everyone who played Pokemon (It's POKEMON, for God sakes,) had that burning ambition to be a Pokemon Trainer when they grow up.

Well, I went through that too, when I first picked up my copy of Pokemon Blue for the Game Boy, and rolling around with my Bulbasaur. The game makes it so easy for a damn kid to become a Pokemon Trainer, the kid's only 11 and he's running around forests and wilderness with an electric mouse as a guardian? I bet the conversation with his parents probably went something like this,

Trainer: Mom, I'm going out to battle 8 fully, experienced Gym Leaders, while trying to stop the nefarious and cruel Team Rocket with great risk to my personal health and safety, and also catch the fabled Legendary Pokemon without getting my body fried, burned, electrocuted or any other death-related-by-Pokemon-battles kind of thing.

Mom: Who are you going with?

Trainer: This electric mouse I found earlier.

Mom: Okay, sounds good.

It's a little wonder why such fantasies are imagined by Pokemon players. But hey, in that latest Pokemon series (Black & White), they're teenagers, so I guess (GUESS) that should be all right.

P.S: No, Charmander and Squirtle blows, Bulbasaur has an advantage over the first two Gym Leaders, and the awesum' "Solar Beam" technique, nuff said.

Hey, Undertaker, I'm not Dead.... Yet.

Yes, I'm not giving up on blogging yet.

My previous formats of comics are currently out of action, thanks to a major reformat on my desktop, which had the comic making program. For now, I shall settle on PowerPoint format, which in my opinion is simpler and easier.

This actually happened during a Halo Reach matchmaking game, the achievement required me to get two killing sprees IN one game. I was about to finish my second spree, with 30 seconds left in game time, when an idiot of a teammate got stickied by a plasma grenade and ran towards my direction.

Well, the comic explains it all, and yes, the game labelled my death as suicide. Not death by idiotic-teammate-ooh-I-got-stickied-let's-run-to-the-nearest-teammate-and-deny-him-an-achievement, suicide.