Playing the Games #2

Motto of MOHAA:
Realism is good, Save/Load is better.

A friend of mine got me hooked up with Medal of Honor: Allied Assault, a WWII game out of the perspective of an allied infiltrator. The game has rather nice graphics, unbelievably good sound (which I can't hear, because I don't have a working Soundcard (Thanks F .. .. ..)) and is the most fun, when you try to beat it on Hard without getting hit once *drools all over himself*.

When paying MOH:AA, you get a slight feeling of how terrible the landing of the Allies on Omaha Beach in the Normandy must have been. Running from one anti-tank obstacle to the next, covering in hiding, just waiting for the MG fire to hold for a second. Rushing forward, seeing your chummers get slain. Not nice.

Anyway, back to beating Hard difficulty with 100% health ;)

So long.

Cheers,
Franz

Catching up with Business #2

Motto of this chapter:
We aint safe no mo'

This is the second part of catching up with the slacking Updates:

When you are in bed at night, and your door opens a few centimeters, what do you suspect?
When you open the door, take a look around the house, and see nothing, not even a widely opened window, what do you suspect?
When you wake up in the morning, and a window in your house is widely opened, what do you suspect?

Well, once you find the crowbar marks on the window, crowbar marks on the safe, and remember that you heared someone run around the house in doze, you start feeling unsafe (or stop feeling safe?). And this is exactly what happened to me and my family.
I was in my bed at around 2:15a.m., had been on the computer until 30 minutes before, and was listening to rather aggressive, yet quiet music. All of a sudden my door opened for a few centimeters, I heared the door hinge squeak, and got up to see what's wrong. I thought it was my mum, checking if I still sit on the computer, like she sometimes does.
So I stand up, walk towards the door, and hear someone walk away from my room, which makes me even more sure, that it is my mum. I call out for and follow 'her'. When I get to the computer room, I see noone, go back and forth, checkin toilet etc, nobody there. So I wonder, whether I really did hear someone walk away, and finaly give up, telling myself that it was the wind (yeah right).
On the next morning my dad wakes me early with something along the lines of 'Did you open that window in the computer room last night?'. Like I would do that, and litter all stuff that is on the table before the window on the ground. I reply 'No?' and he says 'Well, then we had visitors tonight.'. The expression on my face after that sentence was something very similar to O_o and my eyes must've been saying 'What the Fuck?'.

Anyway, long story short:
Police came, looked for any evidence, found none, appeal against unknown, no further messages. If anything got stole? Well, it was stolen SOMETHING. Okay, take a guess. It was the computer room. What? One of the 2 LCD monitors? Mooop, wrong. The 2 computers? Mooop, wrong. Something valueable? Mooop, wrong.
Those idiots stole a cash box from an animal emergency company, which had 99.5% of Deutsche Mark in it, which is not worth a cent.

gg intelligent robbers!

Anyway,
Stay clean!

Cheers,
Franz

Catching up with Business #1

Motto of this chapter:
Besser arm dran als Arm ab!

Updates have been slacking, I know, but I do have an excuse. On 08-24-06 I had a heavy accident with severe injuries on my right forearm.

I was out with my dog at around 10:45 p.m. and had to cross a construction site from the german railway company. The construction site was not secured, and I thought it wouldnt be too bad. So I walked over it in the dark, tripped and fell, and landed with my right arm on the sharp edge of a metal-plate, and had it cut open from my wrist to my elbow. It was a deep cut, a sinew was torn and I was missing a good portion of skin on my forearm. The doctors fixed me up with Transplants of sinews and skin, and I had to stay in the hospital for 7 days.
Since then I've been wearing heavy bandages and gypsum on my right arm, which made typing and handling the mouse quite hard. And that is, why I could barely write any updates. The bandages and the gypsum are gone, and I am recovering rather fastish.

I have 2 pictures of my forearm, but you should only take a look, if you can handle it. It does look yuc:

The place, where the heavy injuries are, around 60 stings were needed to fix it.
The place, where the skin for the transplantation was taken from. It is infected now.

Now that I got rid of the gypsum and the bandages, I will try to bring the news that happened during the period of time when I couldn't write.

So long.
Take care.
Don't take your dog for a walk, if it's dark outside.

Cheers,
Franz