I had originally intended to dictate my exploits in the Elder scrolls. But due to the limitations afforded by its loosely illustrated “unlimited” subtitle, I’ve instead pursued other avenues of interest, namely deriding the exploits of Uwe Boll. Now I’m not ordinarily inclined to mock other people’s misfortunes, yet I feel I’m perfectly justified in my chortled barbs. To have ocular verification–for someone of Uwe Bolls repute–that proves that humility eluded him as a director and as a human being, as his inflated hubris is deflated by his exasperating circumstances is gratifying, if somewhat cruel. Though enduring any of his reformed adaptations of games is somewhat more vicious. So come one, come all and marvel at this inept directors belligerent pontification, as he projects his chagrin at the reductive professions of his supporters and gape as he criticises these same financiers for their stunted investments. That’s right, its your fault! As well as your affinity for “retarded wizards in a forest” apparently. He’s spurned grievances and profane laced ridicules were prompted by his Kickstarter initiative failing to generate the necessary capital to help fund his movie project “Rampage 3”. But because of you (“you” should be ashamed!) Uwe Boll has expressed his wish to bid adieu to Hollywood and movie making in general. But you needn’t worry about his financial security, as he affirms that he has enough money to play golf for the rest of his life. Very commendable. There’s certainly no better way of generating empathy for his plight than by asserting his privileged lifestyle to people he requires substantial incentives from.
Still, I wish him the best of luck. Especially if he wishes to make a film about a retarded wizard in a forest. That sounds like good cinema to me! And let’s be honest, he’s got people talking about it now?! Check out his rant below and click here if you feel inclined to save his Kickstarter project.
Please don’t feel obligated to help, for all our sakes.
Never, under any circumstances should you trust the assurances of the B*****d Ramsey Snow. Refrain from talking to him, pledging fealty, looking at him or even defeating him in a game of connect 4! Avert your gaze if you have to. Straddle the Iron Throne naked if that’s what it takes to avoid conversing with Ramsey. Trust me, it’s far less wretched than being flayed by this mutilating narcissist!
I’ve composed a little bit of a prolonged video here (sorry!). One that is padded with speculative prejudice, emphatic neutrality, hypocritical summations, posited nonsense and contradictory ramblings so monotonous your wonder why you aren’t watching videos of cats falling off things! There were numerable, divisive contentions I felt I needed to address vocally, with the visual imagery of the game utilised for assistance, rather than transcribing my views into an odious account that not even I could be bothered to read. I’d advice you watch this with suitable beverage to numb the protraction’s of my surmises. Best of luck.
Haven’t yet played The Order: 1886? Well let me introduce you to the Frenchiest Frenchman that has ever Frenched! This Frenchman enjoys being French by demonstrating his Frenchness and generally being Frenchy. Enjoy, mes amis.
About a week ago I chronicled my intimate recoil to presented incidences in Alien: Isolation, comprising of various manly squeals and masculine clamours. Now in additive correlation with my drafted account I have further elevated the defamation of my integrity with an audibly transcribed accompaniment, accommodating my radical proclivity for to profane almost every distorted silhouette or distant commotion with vigorous excess and an assertive collaboration for dying…….continually! Moderated using the PS4’s ShareFactory, my authentic reactions to portrayed instances remain undiluted by my refinements to the preliminary footage. Oh, and I wasn’t really that scared, honest……seriously I wasn’t.
Just before Christmas I had become moderately intrigued by the PS4’s video editing service called “Share Factory”. Possessing no recorded content on my PS4 that I could refer to prior to Factories initiation, nor any recent footage that I could assemble an established or even coherent mesh of percipient footage for successful extrapolation, I instead relied on spontaneity. In my perfunctory haste to apply my technical prowess to this fascinating utility, I exchanged succinct video material and instead mangled together some crippled, mundane footage of me successfully completing parachute challenges in GTA V. Though admittedly the video content is rather sterile, lacks professional refinement, (there is an editorial omission that I neglected to perfect, that in hindsight is an irksome faux pas I wished I’d revised) without any orchestral ambience or commentary to enhance it beyond a curiosity, it certainly demonstrates just how accessible an application like Share Factory is to someone with limited, utility provisions for such as video editing and sectional capacity for learning. An individual of such reduced capacity for comprehending the simplest of notions, like navigating a door on an air plane lavatory. Someone of such diminished repute that they actually believed that “toiletries” was a referral to the application of depositing little trees into a bathroom! (I’m really not joking!) What I’m embellishing here is that I’m generally an idiot, but even I was capable of compiling a competent, if lacklustre video.
I’d also like you to pay due recognition for my admirable leap on the second jump. Totally deliberate, I swear!