Quote (Basement @ Oct 22 2011 12:36am)
Before I begin, I would like to start by saying that I am a very calm person. At all times, I try to maintain a professional demeanor and consider myself to have extremely good control of my emotions. I am currently in graduate school to obtain an MBA, and this has furthered my ability to uphold these traits.
A few days ago, I managed to finally beat Dark Souls. Not once during my 50+ deaths did I ever get upset. I purchased this game knowing I was going to die more times than I can count. I also played Demon's Souls for hundreds of hours, so I knew what to expect.
But then, today came.
I was playing NG+ and managed to get to Anor Londo. I really didn't have a very hard time with this area, and at last, I reached Smough and Ornstein. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was my grandmother who had baked a pumpkin pie. She was delivering it to me as a seasonal gesture. After chatting for several minutes, my mother came in the room and the two started talking. I went back to my room and started my first fight on NG+ against Smough and Ornstein.
I died in seconds.
Oh well, that's expected, I suppose. So I ran back and tried again, this time with a new tactic. I managed to last a little bit longer, but was promptly one-shotted by a lightning bolt thrown by Ornstein.
Several deaths later, I finally managed to take down Ornstein. It was just Smough remaining. Now it's easy, right? I carefully dodged Smough's attacks and conservatively jabbed him when he had a weak spot open. After what seemed to last forever, I had him down to roughly 10% health. Then, the unthinkable happened.
My grandmother came in my room and stood right in front of my television. "Hahaha, can you see? Can you see!?" she mocked. To the side of the screen I could see the ribbon that undoubtedly read "YOU DIED". I screamed. I yelled. I thrashed about. But all of that pales in comparison to what I did next.
I couldn't control myself. I got up and slapped my own grandmother across the face as hard as I could. She fell back a bit, catching herself on my dresser. At first she looked like a little child who had been punished for the first time. Then, her bottom lip began to quiver and she began crying. My heart sank. What had I done? I hit my own grandmother over a stupid video game.
I tried to apologize and explain what had happened, but you know as well as I do that it doesn't matter. What I did can never be taken back. Now my entire family refuses to speak to me, and my mother is in the process of looking into getting psychiatric aid for me. Maybe I need it. Either way, I broke my disk in half and threw it away. I hate myself for what I have done.
I know this post is long and I don't expect many of you to read it. But if you do, thank you. I don't really know who else to turn to other than the strangers of the internet, and I hope you will keep your mockery and trolling to a minimum. Please understand this is incredibly hard for me. I just don't know what to do.
if this is real LOL
and if ur so well controlled why did u welch forum gold?