FIX YOUR LIFE!
A pretty self explanatory post right here…
Don’t tell anybody what they need to do with their life if yours isn’t all together.
Shout Out to Chancecholly
Ok, I am going to put an end to this debate. Watch Dogs is NOT better than GTA V. Let me start by saying the graphics are some of the worse graphics I’ve seen on any PS3 game (I could be wrong). The graphics remind me of the recent addition of PS2 (when San Andreas came out and Sony was selling the Slim Play Station). But graphics alone cannot determine how a game is, I know that. I just don’t see how YOU (the GTA nay sayers) can say the gameplay of WD is better than GTA. Don’t be the dumbass who asks “have you played Watch_Dogs” cuz obviously I wouldn’t be able to do this review if I didn’t. Lets get this straight. Just because you can free rome, punch people in the face, steal cars and go on wild police chases doesn’t mean one game is better than the other game (even though you can do the same in GTA) I’m still wondering why people say WD is better than GTA 5? I asked a few people. One answer I got was “it’s just better.” Which lead me to believe that Watch_Dogs was/is just ALL hype.
People are always looking for the next big thing to jump on. Some folks maybe just say WD is better because their peers. We all know folks fall into peer pressure as easy and fast as 1+1. I understand people get bored, I do too. But I will NOT force myself to like something else more than I like something already because it’s “different.” For example, I remember when the True Crime series just started and folks were saying how that game was better than the GTA games out at that time. Why? Cuz you can shoot, steal and run away from the cops (even though in TC you are the cops). Let me tell you something. True Crime Sucked! BOTH OF THEM! just cuz you can free rome and shoot folks in the face like in GTA that doesn’t mean that game is better. I’m bringing this up because I feel the same way about WD. Folks just saying WD is the better game because its the new kill a nigga, steal his car game. So? You can’t take away one person’s greatness because the next person does the same thing just with a different name.
What determines a games greatness is the storyline, gameplay AND graphics. WD’s graphics suck! What angers me most with video games is when it’s cut scene look better than the gameplay graphics. WD’s cut scene graphics are great. Obviously the opposite from the gameplay graphics. Where as in GTA V the cut scenes looked just like the game play, which is great because GTA V’s graphics WERE ON POINT! Have you seen the trailer for PS4? THAT SHIT IS CRISP! (That’s a good thing white non-slang speaking people). I was told the graphics for WD on PS4 looks just like it does for PS3 (which again, looks like a PS2 game). So to end the graphics argument, GTA V’s beats the shit out of Watch_Dogs 10-0.
Gameplay: Yes you can do ALMOST the same thing in WD as GTA V, but ALMOST! With that being said if you’re going to say Watch_Dogs can do a, b and c, then in that same breath you should say in GTA you can do a, b, c, d and x, y, z cuz that’s the truth of the two games. Since when has less ever been more? You guys are the same people who make it seem like lebron’s two rings are worth more than Kobe’s five rings. Since when was 2 > 5?
Lastly, the storyline. I do belive that GTA’s story could’ve have been better. It literally felt like if you put yourself in any of the 3 main characters of the game, that your experince would’ve only lasted 1-2 months. About 4-8 weeks. That’s how quick to me it feels. I have not beaten Watch_Dogs, but the story so far bores me. By the way whenever I watch someone play Watch_Dogs they are just fucking around on the streets. So I may not be able to fully say which storyline is better, but I doubt that any of you can either since people just play Watch_Dogs to fuck around in the streets.
This review is pretty long. We know how ling winded I can be. It is also MY OPINION, and we all know I’m right most of the time so I wont be surprised if I’m right about this.
P.s. the only game that can be debated against GTA (any GTA game) are the Saints Row series (except for the one’s with the zombies). So stfu about flop dogs and enjoy GTA Online (my gamer tag is YOU_LOVE_ERNEST)
I WILL give Lebron James his props for his maturity. When he left Ohio the natives their turned on him, now that he’s back they love him again. I give him his props because he did the mature thing and forgave the Ohio natives. Now whether the “fans” In Cleveland are real or not that’s on them and their conscience.
How many of us can say we can or have TRULY forgiven people because living without a grudge is better than living with one? That’s what I take from all this. Yea yea yea I always gotta “force” things, but whatever.
Normally I try to stay away from “mean” post like this, but 3 strikes and you’re out fat bitches.
Strike 1: This fat bitch gonna hit me up on twitter a long time ago (@You_Love_Ernest) and act as if she was cool. We talked here and there, but her true motive was sex. Just straight sex talk n shit. Once I politely told her that I’m not interested it was like all the nice things she said about me she took back. All because I wasn’t going to eat her fat sweaty pussy.
Strike 2: Two fat white girls thinking I carry the characteristics of a dark skinned nigga. What I mean by that is when people say black men like fat white women they really mean dark skinned black men. I only speak on what I’ve experienced and what I’ve seen. And the only non white men I see with fat white women are dark skinned men. This isn’t a #TeamLightSkinned vs. #TeamDarkskinned shit cuz I don’t waste my time with that. All I’m saying is these two fat white girls thought I was just like my dark skinned brethren. They both sent nudes. One was at least 300+ lbs and had no nipples. I’m serious. SHE HAD NO NIPPLES!!! The other had a pink wet pussy, that again I bet it smelled and It was sweaty. No I did not ask for these nudes by the way this was a random on kik when I had kik.
Strike 3: *detailing a conversation between me and a fat bitch word from word*
Me: Watching tv
Her: What are you watching
Her: Can we wrestle?
Me: *reads message rolls eyes and continues to watch tv*
Her: *30 something minutes later* Are you single?
Me: I’m too high strong for people
Her: ooooooh ok
Her: Well I’m talking to someone right now but I have someone after me. He’s obsessed.
Me: That’s cool.
Her: Yea he said he can’t complain about my head game. Has any women ever complaimed about your head game?
Me: *Ignores again*
Her: *several hours later* I hope you’re not cheating on me boo.
Me: You can’t cheat on someone you are not with. You on the other hand.
Her: I’ve been doing this for 4 years. Aint neva cheated on my nigga. I talk to everyone guys and girls. Don’t no one come between me and my nigga.
Me: I’m just telling you what you told me. That you was talking to someone and you have a spanish dude obsessed with you.
Her: *sends a bunch of long ass paragraphs that I didn’t even bother to read then blocks me*
My guess is her man caught her “talking” to me and she switched up to make it seem like she was the one getting hit on. That or the bitch got tired of me ignoring her.
Now I’m well aware that these words may come back to haunt me me, but I’m a man and a man always sticks to his words and changes them whenever he wants.
I really don’t know how to end this post off. Usually I’ll have a just joking disclaimer, but I don’t think I’m joking with this post. Fat bitches just stay away from me and you’ll be fine. And stop cheating on the men you are lucky enough to have.
As promised before once I get a new follower I shout them out (I think that’s what I said). Anyways S/O to silevinacdeanna2416f…..with her sexy ass. Now on to the post.
Growing up of course I knew what death was and what it meant when someone was dying. I was never around death often as a child because my mother thought it would be best for us (me and my brothers) to not be around it for some reason. Yes, she babied us too much if you want to call it that. Infact, my first time kinda dealing with death was in the 9th grade. This girl showed up with one of them R.I.P pins people wear when someone close to them has passed (some people wear those pins and not know the person, but want to seem popular so they act like they knew the face on the pin). Anyways that kid who was on the girl’s pin was the face of a young man I went to middle school with (specifically graduated the 8th grade with). A fellow 8th grade/9th grade class mate of mine was the one who pointed it out to me. The awkward thing about it was the face on the pin matched the face of the kid we knew, but the name didn’t match. None the less I remember seeing his face on the pin and thinking “but why? How? I was just with him last year.” If you arnt familiar with how school years work last year just means the school year before the summer break. I liked the kid, he was a trouble maker, but never started anything with me. At the time going to a funeral wasn’t even on my mind.
My second kind of experience with dealing with death was in high school again. I want to say my sophomore year. I was on the track team and a teammate of mine found out that his mother passed during practice. I remember everyone feeling bad for him and we all as a team wanted to show up to the funeral. The bad thing was 1) it was on a school day and our school wouldn’t permit it, only to him cuz of course it was his mother and not ours and 2) My mother wouldn’t allow me to go anyways. Again, my mother was/is a one of those mother’s who believe that by sheltering your child from things you will protect their innocence, but that is not true. My mom told me I couldn’t go because I didn’t know the guy other than the fact that we ran track together, but I was smart enough to know that it was because of the funeral. Mind you I was 17 at the time, not a little 7 year old (yes I graduated high school when I was 19. Don’t judge me).
I’m writing this post because I need to get this off my chest. As of today (8:00am thurs july 3rd, 2014) my favorite aunt passed away from cancer. She was the sweetest most caring woman I knew. Surprisingly I’m taking her death alright. You could assume that since I’ve never been to a funeral or dealt with death completely that I’d be a hot mess right now, but I’m not. Life will be weird without seeing her big smile and getting her warm hugs, but the memories never die. I will remember her sweet smell, her sweet words and her sweet presence. God truly called an angel home today and I know she’s in a better place. I’m a grown man now. Whether my mother wants to believe it or not I make my own decisions now. The best thing she can do for me and my brothers is to finally treat us like the grown men that we are and not try to shelter us from death or any other inevitability the world has to offer. Death is something new to me, but I can/will get through it, and you can too. Love and light to all. Keep on shining
If you’re the 3rd child you’ll most likely know what I mean.
If you still don’t believe me try being the only person in/out your family you know who can see with their 3rd eye.
Why do you think the term “3rd wheel” has such a lonely connotation to it?
I can go back and forth with this lame nigga.
I can go back and forth with somebody who technically didn’t graduate high school (he received a certificate of attendance that basically says yes he went to high school but his dumbass got left back so many times we have to let this nigga go)
I can go back and forth with an ape (take it how you want to take it. He’s tall, black as hell abd looks like a monkey. The truth is the truth)
Honestly, I can go back and forth with a soon to be 21 year old who still lives with his mother and acts like he’s 15, but guess what?
I AINT GON DO IT!
[Insert whatever quote about mistakes here]
I mess up like everybody else. But I guess it isn’t as often. I guess cuz I don’t know. All I do know Is whenever I do mess up with people I am giving no chance to make up for it. I also know that they same people who will never forgive me probably have, but refuse to let me know because it gives them an “edge up” on me. I also also know I’ve given these people plenty of chances when they’ve messed up. I also also also know that there were people in these people’s lives who have done way worse than I did yet those people were forgivin. Since I rarely mess up I think people expect me to be perfect. Well I’m not.
This is an open letter to everyone I feel I’ve personally hurt (but of you feel like I’ve hurt you in some way then this can be to you too). I’m truly sorry. BUT I can’t make that up to you if you’re refusing to listen to all of my personal attempts to apologize to you.
So here’s a little word of advice. Things will NEVER be the same between us if you don’t stop treating me like I’m perfect. Stop accepting mistakes from other’s and not mine.
Just a bunch of things I am trying to do more. Shut up and listen, nod your head, laugh or do whatever you usually do when you’re reading my post.
1. Trying not to lie. I’ve been good at that for some time now.
2. Tryong to be less lazy. Just recently worked on it. Feels good handling business and not making excuses
3. Workout every day except Saturdays. This week is my first week successfully doing that. #Proud
Yea that’s pretty much it. Not. Yeah. Bye.