I have already throughly alleviated to my utter dismay and crippling, emotional state at the loss of my PS3, which finally succumb to my years of brutish, disrespectful mannerisms, my blatant disregard for its well-being, as well as its ever accelerating deterioration. I hadn’t felt such remorseful dismay and helpless sobriety over an inanimate object, since Wilson the volleyball floated away. But the spontaneity of a sleek, aesthetically pleasing new model, the delicate balance of my virtual expeditions has been reestablished, with significantly taught equilibrium restored, apart from the sudden lack of documented virtual accomplishments.
Sure, I could spend time on easily accessible resources to recover my possessed data, to gather my historical achievements which have been sequestered with the cruel demise of my older, less sophisticated machine. It’s like rejecting Demi Moore, for the more rejuvenating embrace of Mila Kunis (though perhaps not quite so malicious and arrogantly). Instead, I’ve decided in my infinite wisdom, ambitious arrogance, and quite frankly defiant pride to reclaim my previous trophies, by repeating the process that won me these prestigious acclamations before, and a proclamation of intent to restore dignity, to my otherwise shattered ego.
In as little as 10 days, Resident Evil 6 will be released, and in nervous anticipation for its arrival, I intend to platinum its predecessor, Resident Evil 5. I began this simple subconscious request last Friday, fully expecting it to be a difficult proposition to undertake successfully, without permanent disintegrating faculties or embellished extends of such diligent time consumption, that feels more of an obligatory dictation, rather than ambitions aspirations. It’s difficult to vindicate as well as maintain such dedicated augmentations, when so many other aspects of life require greater consideration. Shackled by all the usual obstacles presented by active society, social interactions, earning a living and a continuing compulsion to eat occasionally, are all contributing factors when striving for virtual perfection.
I’ve actuated these ambitious, yet humble targets and I throughly intend to adhere to my own ethical, postulating policies. Though as laborious and painfully repetitive as the game inevitably becomes, which afflicts such a compromising strain on my patience, that’s so tightly tethered, that it could fissure at any given opportunity. The fixation to relish in the eventual figurative, platinum trophy for my excruciating struggles, wills me on. I find that in my unconscious state of regenerative slumber, my mind is acutely aware of the technical strategies that must be implemented to conquer theses impediments; the appropriate time to implement the distributing power of the shotgun, the devastating prowess of the magnum, and the knife, which in a combat scenario is as useful as ethics and honour are in Game of Thrones.
But despite my clear mental degradations, and my faltering accumulation of the rotten egg, which for a brief time was safe in my possession, before I was slaughtered by hordes of Lickers, and my ill-advised placement of sundries of health restoration, cost me to lose this rarity, and subsequent trophy…for now at least. But my admittedly impetuous determination to succeed will not deter me from retaining what was lost, as well as all other trophies to accomplish my goals. Hopefully?
If anyone would like to aid me in my quest for infected supremacy, please let me know. My PSN is: KarlWell666
Any assistance, however small would be much appreciated.