*cue futuristic horror orchestra piece*
In a dark alley, a tall man, his face shrouded in the shadows with his malicious eyes and insane grin the only two things that highlight his hidden features, beckons a young girl to follow him.
Cue to a dimly light room with an odd purple glow on the walls. An operation table lay by the side of a tray of tools. Not the conventional surgical apparatus but those that inflict maximum agony. Somehow the girl’s calm on the table and the man in shadows in an operating gown. He tells various things he’s going to do to the girl, removing vital organs and other parts of her body via absolutely unorthodox methods. As he finally does the finishing touches on his “masterpiece”, which is removing most of the lower part of the face, leaving the inner muscle and jaw.
Throughout the whole process, the girl remains calm although feeling every inch of the pain.
Here comes the weirder part.
I’m right there in the room, physically there. Well, theoretically it’s impossible since this has all been an explanation of a dream I had, nothing more. Well, the above events I witnessed like a person watching a movie, but I *almost* felt the pain of every time the scalpel or whatever power tool that maniac used on the girl. I could feel the cool blade touching, then shredding away, but it felt just like someone ran a long nail over that area where the blade was.
Back to the dream...
I’m standing there, looking at the man in shadows. For some weird reason, what I see before me is not his handiwork. What stood before me was like a two-bodied centaur. Grotesque only in my mind’s eye. The two bodies was of course, the man in the shadows and the girl. I don’t remember much of the details but it’s all fucked up and weird, exactly how a dream would be.
I calmly exit the room and look for a way out. I notice my car parked nicely right outside the house. I saw the maniac come down the stairs and I asked him politely for the keys for some jacked up reason. And well, as a dream goes, he gave them to me, complete with keys to my car, and also the remote for the gate.
I have no idea why the calmness broke as I got into the car, fumbled with the god damn keys and the electric gate kept smashing into the rear end of my car. Urgh…
I finally manage to back my car up out of the house and I burn rubber away into the streets, which oddly looked like a mix of Malaysian old roads, y’know, the roads people used to travel to different states before the North-South highway and Texas. Yeah… deserts and inns and abandoned bars on the sides.
Oddly there were plenty of obstacles, lamp posts and fucking traffic. Fucking maniac started chasing me in a white car. I’m think it was a fucking Proton. Of course, it is befitting to win an imaginary car chase scene against one of the worst cars in the bloody world. *grin*
He keeps up for a while as I swerve past lamp posts, oncoming traffic and parked cars. Ma’facker starts shooting at me but hits different things on the road. Cue the Hollywood explosions. I lose the maniac for about ten minutes and then I notice he is back on the chase! I just grow tired and decide to ditch the chase and walk into one of those Western salons.
*HUGE MEMORY BLANK*
Next thing I know, I’m in a Futurama-esque setting where me and some other people are being honored for military achievements. Turns out the maniac was a manifestation of a dangerous parasitic virus. He has been split into his most basic form, an air-borne spore like entity that supposedly won’t harm anyone anymore. This whole ceremony takes place in a hole in a huge ass rock, right beside the bar I entered, which was a valley. People start clapping signifying the ceremony’s over and I start jet packing into another rock and look at some peculiar plant life.
For some FUCKED up reason, since the parasitic virus was supposedly harmless, they released it. It flew out of a container, looking like a sea of oddly shaped spheres of purplish glassy goop. Either the wind blew it over to me or the virus had a mind of its own, again. It rested on the plant life I was looking at. Every virus orb attached itself to every plant it saw on that patch and then started to accumulate itself to a point and started reform back into the maniac’s head.
I was like, “Fuck these bastards”. I then just jumped off the rock and next thing I was in my car, gunning the engine. A large ass floating screen, which I somehow knew belonged to the military group that was in attendance, flickered to life with the maniac’s face plastered on it. He started mentioning some tank that was in the car chase part and said he brought it back for a 2nd round. The ground ahead cracked and the tank rolled right out.
Fuck me. Even in a dream, I get fucked.
Playing chicken probably would be the last thing I’d do but hell, this was a dream. I’m not saying I bloody *knew* I was invincible, I’m just saying I don’t have to be rational. I just went ahead and revved off towards the tank. Right behind it was the exit of the valley, probably too small for the tank to pass through but enough for my ride.
Alright, listen, the tank is fucking ass colossal. It’s some Red Alert/Tiberium Wars/Supreme Commander shit there.
Next thing I know the tank has squished half of the damn car but I’m still going past the exit. Suddenly I notice a slow revolving sound above me and a large hollow circle shadow around me. I look up, and I see a huge plane, with the middle being a set of revolving rings. It picked the car up like some tractor beam and told me that the military would handle it from here. They would airlift the rest out as well.
That’s when I woke up.
Pretty freaky, eh? Go over to Kundy 4 Life’s most recent post to see another weird dream story. I have no idea where these freakish dreams come from and what does it mean.
Ah, fuck it, hope you enjoyed this story, as freakish as it was. Tomorrow’s the ITP finals! Wish me luck and peace out y’all!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Red Moon
Damn it… 1st of all, I’d wanna, grudgingly, congratulate Manchester United on their recent Champions League win. Well-played match for both sides but evidently the LUCKIER team won.
I can’t believe I actually forgot that that night was the finals and I went ahead and booked a session tomorrow morning at the gym. Luckily Suhail reminded me before I went to bed. So, I set my alarm in time for the match instead.
I woke up to the alarm, thankfully fresh and not feeling fucked up. So, I went to Rikaz’s place and most of them were there already. Shakir, Rikaz, Zabrin were there, of course, joined by Yaseen, Bala and Suhail. Rushdi came soon after me. Had a bit of stomach trouble so I missed say, the 1st 10 minutes?
What followed through the whole 1st half was absolutely amazing. Dives, shots and saves that sent all of us berserk. The jokes that were cracked that night were nothing short of hilarious… Ranging from Ronaldo’s want for money to shop more, to his dives, Man U’s manager’s gum habit to absolute pure racism.
There was one point where Ronaldo got tackled hard and fell. Don’t worry, this is one of the few times that his falls are *actually* GENUINE. He was clutching his leg and Rushdi started ad libbing Ronaldo, “Noo… leg is paining… My shopping leg!” HAHAHAHHA~! I gotta say that everyone was so nervous, cramps were happening on every side of the pitch.
I think there was a part right before Drogba did a pansy slap on Vidic, there were a few Chelsea players that had groin cramps or something. One guy got on the ground and the orange monster started helping him stretch. I don’t know about you guys but since we were joking around so much, it was hilarious while they were stretching. We were jumping up and down, laughing and howling like mad.
I’m telling you, at least a month of laughs were done there that night. The jokes started to subside as the match went on. The game was stuck at a constant 1-1 and stayed so until the penalty shoot out. As Rushdi puts it, “This is the time when every emotion is shown”. How true. It was a truly nail-biting shoot out as the winner was declared only after the 7th shot.
*sigh*
Another season of football has gone by and finals have rolled on in…
Back to work, then.
Peace out y’all.
I can’t believe I actually forgot that that night was the finals and I went ahead and booked a session tomorrow morning at the gym. Luckily Suhail reminded me before I went to bed. So, I set my alarm in time for the match instead.
I woke up to the alarm, thankfully fresh and not feeling fucked up. So, I went to Rikaz’s place and most of them were there already. Shakir, Rikaz, Zabrin were there, of course, joined by Yaseen, Bala and Suhail. Rushdi came soon after me. Had a bit of stomach trouble so I missed say, the 1st 10 minutes?
What followed through the whole 1st half was absolutely amazing. Dives, shots and saves that sent all of us berserk. The jokes that were cracked that night were nothing short of hilarious… Ranging from Ronaldo’s want for money to shop more, to his dives, Man U’s manager’s gum habit to absolute pure racism.
There was one point where Ronaldo got tackled hard and fell. Don’t worry, this is one of the few times that his falls are *actually* GENUINE. He was clutching his leg and Rushdi started ad libbing Ronaldo, “Noo… leg is paining… My shopping leg!” HAHAHAHHA~! I gotta say that everyone was so nervous, cramps were happening on every side of the pitch.
I think there was a part right before Drogba did a pansy slap on Vidic, there were a few Chelsea players that had groin cramps or something. One guy got on the ground and the orange monster started helping him stretch. I don’t know about you guys but since we were joking around so much, it was hilarious while they were stretching. We were jumping up and down, laughing and howling like mad.
I’m telling you, at least a month of laughs were done there that night. The jokes started to subside as the match went on. The game was stuck at a constant 1-1 and stayed so until the penalty shoot out. As Rushdi puts it, “This is the time when every emotion is shown”. How true. It was a truly nail-biting shoot out as the winner was declared only after the 7th shot.
*sigh*
Another season of football has gone by and finals have rolled on in…
Back to work, then.
Peace out y’all.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
For Real
FINALS. Again. Less than 2 weeks. This semester has been moving way too quickly than I ever want it to be. Especially since this is my last year with these guys in M’sia. God knows where they’ll be by the time I’m back. Hm, this issue I can worry about later this year. What I’m shitting bricks for right now is finals. I can seriously say, for real, that this time, I don’t know jack shit. Alright, let’s break it down.
ITP – I should be able to handle this. All a matter of memory. And these are things that are set and cast in stone. No theory. Nada. I’ve attended enough classes to know the gist. Failed enough and passed enough tests to know what to expect. Only problem for me now is to deal with the form-filling part. Happening in 8 and 10 days, for computer test and written test, respectively. Should start revision tomorrow night, giving me a week.
SBM – Hate the teacher. Clueless abut the subject. Actually, not really. I would say, THEORATICALLY, that this, is an easy subject, considering that there is no actual counting of shit. It’s math theory, bottomline. Most likely need a hardcore Redbull marathon to get through. 3 weeks from now and 2 weeks from ITP. Sounds grand, eh?
IBC – Probably the subject I’m going to enjoy doing the paper. International Business has always been a cinch for everyone. Only problem that I can see now is that the assignment bombs and a few of us will be going into the exam hall shitting blood. It’s the same day as SBM but the paper’s in the morning. Not that it’ll make much difference unless a time paradox happens and we all get loads of time studying.
PFP – “Interesting subject,” says my mum. It’s a load of bull crock if you ask me. Yes, financial planning is the way to plan your future. Somehow, a subject based on the assumptions of men that have been somehow transformed into statements cast in stone just can’t hold any water. I hate the subject and the lecturer, luckily, is a nice guy. Since he is kinda freelance, I suppose he can afford to be. Happening… 36 days from now. What… the devil… is this shit. Wasting precious holiday time in my final year.
FUCK YOU VICTORIA UNIVERSITY.
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK
Let’s see. No one to blame but myself if I fail. No one to blame but Victoria University for the huge amount of FUCKING time wasted. And of course, no one to blame for Man Utd’s defeat but themselves, IF, a very big IF here, gentlemen, they get beaten by Chelsea coming Wednesday. We shall see, then.
Peace out y’all!
P.S: Pardon thy language. Spare me some liberty.
ITP – I should be able to handle this. All a matter of memory. And these are things that are set and cast in stone. No theory. Nada. I’ve attended enough classes to know the gist. Failed enough and passed enough tests to know what to expect. Only problem for me now is to deal with the form-filling part. Happening in 8 and 10 days, for computer test and written test, respectively. Should start revision tomorrow night, giving me a week.
SBM – Hate the teacher. Clueless abut the subject. Actually, not really. I would say, THEORATICALLY, that this, is an easy subject, considering that there is no actual counting of shit. It’s math theory, bottomline. Most likely need a hardcore Redbull marathon to get through. 3 weeks from now and 2 weeks from ITP. Sounds grand, eh?
IBC – Probably the subject I’m going to enjoy doing the paper. International Business has always been a cinch for everyone. Only problem that I can see now is that the assignment bombs and a few of us will be going into the exam hall shitting blood. It’s the same day as SBM but the paper’s in the morning. Not that it’ll make much difference unless a time paradox happens and we all get loads of time studying.
PFP – “Interesting subject,” says my mum. It’s a load of bull crock if you ask me. Yes, financial planning is the way to plan your future. Somehow, a subject based on the assumptions of men that have been somehow transformed into statements cast in stone just can’t hold any water. I hate the subject and the lecturer, luckily, is a nice guy. Since he is kinda freelance, I suppose he can afford to be. Happening… 36 days from now. What… the devil… is this shit. Wasting precious holiday time in my final year.
FUCK YOU VICTORIA UNIVERSITY.
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK
Let’s see. No one to blame but myself if I fail. No one to blame but Victoria University for the huge amount of FUCKING time wasted. And of course, no one to blame for Man Utd’s defeat but themselves, IF, a very big IF here, gentlemen, they get beaten by Chelsea coming Wednesday. We shall see, then.
Peace out y’all!
P.S: Pardon thy language. Spare me some liberty.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Random Shots, Once More
Just got a few things to post to get the ‘ol blogging engine running. And we begin…
Manchester United – GAH!
God damn it. They won the Premier League! NOOOOO~
All of us here (sans Raashid and perhaps Suhail and Zabrin, even) were kinda bummed out that Man Utd managed clinch the win against Wigan, thus making them the champs. I’m not so sure myself, but these guys were convinced that Rooney dove so that Christiano could take the penalty. Whatever it is, I’m not looking for a fight… I’m just damned unhappy that Man Utd won, that’s all.
WHY, WIGAN?! WHYYY~??
Out For a Spin
For some reason my mum drove the Vios over to Sunway instead of the Benz so of course I’d take advantage of that. So, on Sunday I decided to go for a spin with whomever who wasn’t sound asleep. I managed to wrangle Rushdi and Zabrin and we went around Sunway and Subang Jaya. I decided to visit the park nearby Kelana Jaya, opposite Giant since I’ve always seen but never got the chance to visit.
I gotta say, it’s a pretty neat place. It would remind me a lot of Ipoh if it wasn’t for the high rise buildings in the yonder and the hustle and bustle of traffic. Managed to take a few shots while we were chilling there.
Wonder why they just put that *one* fountain?
Teeny maze for midgets... Or the mentally challenged
Water's all murky and brown. Urgh...
Sunlight blocked out
If only there was a nice stretch of green grass and huge tree to lie under...
Rushdi just chilling out
Zabrin looking a tad stoned
Look who came by~
Gah~! Let me go you accursed yellow meatbag!!!
Finally he/she held still long enough for a decent photo
Manchester United – GAH!
God damn it. They won the Premier League! NOOOOO~
All of us here (sans Raashid and perhaps Suhail and Zabrin, even) were kinda bummed out that Man Utd managed clinch the win against Wigan, thus making them the champs. I’m not so sure myself, but these guys were convinced that Rooney dove so that Christiano could take the penalty. Whatever it is, I’m not looking for a fight… I’m just damned unhappy that Man Utd won, that’s all.
WHY, WIGAN?! WHYYY~??
Out For a Spin
For some reason my mum drove the Vios over to Sunway instead of the Benz so of course I’d take advantage of that. So, on Sunday I decided to go for a spin with whomever who wasn’t sound asleep. I managed to wrangle Rushdi and Zabrin and we went around Sunway and Subang Jaya. I decided to visit the park nearby Kelana Jaya, opposite Giant since I’ve always seen but never got the chance to visit.
I gotta say, it’s a pretty neat place. It would remind me a lot of Ipoh if it wasn’t for the high rise buildings in the yonder and the hustle and bustle of traffic. Managed to take a few shots while we were chilling there.
Wonder why they just put that *one* fountain?
Teeny maze for midgets... Or the mentally challenged
Water's all murky and brown. Urgh...
Sunlight blocked out
If only there was a nice stretch of green grass and huge tree to lie under...
Rushdi just chilling out
Zabrin looking a tad stoned
Look who came by~
Gah~! Let me go you accursed yellow meatbag!!!
Finally he/she held still long enough for a decent photo
Jeez… we saw this cute li’l thing when we were taking a round in the park. It was chasing this malay lady playfully and we suggested that Rushdi take it in. He was game for it so I asked the malay lady if it was hers. She said “No”. At that time we were still thinking about it. As we almost finished the round, we passed by a couple of people that were taking their cats out for a walk. Really beautiful looking cats, that’s for sure.
We passed those people and then we decided that the kitten was probably better off with us. We went back and asked and it seems that they decided to keep it and said something about finding it in a nearby 7-11. Ah well… When we were about to leave, it started chasing us. That was so cute!!! Heh heh heh… probably sounding waaa-haaayy too sappy at this point.
Anyways, we went to the vet clinic in SJ and enquired the price for neutering Kundy. Poor guy’s going to get his nads removed. Hehehehe… The receptionist told us that inclusive of surgery and the funky gear later that is needed amounted up to about RM220. Dayem… that much to neuter an animal? Could’ve done it myself if it wasn’t for strict animal laws. =P
Anyways… once again, assignments are nearing the end of their torture session with us on the racks and finals are already readying their strap-ons and polishing their leather whips, just ready to rape and torture us all. Yeah, sounds extremely wrong but for some of us, it's probably proportionate to the graphic image I provided. *sigh* Time to get the bucket out again.
Peace out y’all!
We passed those people and then we decided that the kitten was probably better off with us. We went back and asked and it seems that they decided to keep it and said something about finding it in a nearby 7-11. Ah well… When we were about to leave, it started chasing us. That was so cute!!! Heh heh heh… probably sounding waaa-haaayy too sappy at this point.
Anyways, we went to the vet clinic in SJ and enquired the price for neutering Kundy. Poor guy’s going to get his nads removed. Hehehehe… The receptionist told us that inclusive of surgery and the funky gear later that is needed amounted up to about RM220. Dayem… that much to neuter an animal? Could’ve done it myself if it wasn’t for strict animal laws. =P
Anyways… once again, assignments are nearing the end of their torture session with us on the racks and finals are already readying their strap-ons and polishing their leather whips, just ready to rape and torture us all. Yeah, sounds extremely wrong but for some of us, it's probably proportionate to the graphic image I provided. *sigh* Time to get the bucket out again.
Peace out y’all!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
It’s Been a Sappy Period
Either it’s me being unfortunate or there’re really loads of people born in the mid-year. 1st it was Altaf, now Taqi, which was just recently and then I had an aunt or grand aunt that had a birthday. Zabrin’s birthday is also coming up. Piumi’s as well. Some people are going to get awfully broke. Most are already broke. I included.
Dayem… Well, I’ll try to post whatever I can remember, which, unfortunately, isn’t much. On the night of Taqi’s birthday, we went to Sheesh Mahal. Yeah, bring on the puns. I know you want to. Hehehehe… It’s located opposite SJMC, on the row with D’Tandoor, some SJ hotel and a Japanese restaurant. Forgot the damned name.
Anyways, we went separately by cab. I, Nabilah, Piumi and Shakir went 1st. Taqi, Suhail, Raashid and Altaf came later. Fathima, Shradda, Rushdi and Kokum joined us later on. I would think that the staff of the restaurant has never seen the place this lively at all. We were all laughing, making jokes in every language that can be understood by majority of the crowd.
I soon found out the Pakistani food they were serving had almost no difference to the north Indian food I was accustomed to back in Ipoh. We ordered butter chicken, which is well, a chicken dish in gravy that is a mix of spices, butter, duh, and perhaps some of that yoghurt that these people love so much. We also ordered the pala paneer (pardon the error, if there is), which is a dish that is a blended mix of various vegetables, preferably spinach, I heard, and cottage cheese. Amazing stuff. I think the last dish was some mutton curry… Spicy as hell and made me think twice about ever visiting Sri Lanka in the future. All of us except Fathima and Shradda had the dishes with some plain naan and some other flat bread thingy. Kinda like thin pieces of pita. The naan pieces were small and I think the naan back in Ipoh is much, much better… I would’ve loved to try their kashmiri naan (a naan with berries and nuts) but since we were such a huge group, I decided to try it some other time.
Besides, I will go back to Sheesh Mahal with my family since they are fans of north Indian cuisine.
After eating, we decided to go for bowling since they said that lanes were going to be available after 11 pm. Insane, yeah. The girls followed Kokum ‘cause he had a car and the rest of us wandered in the nearby area looking for a cab. Rikaz, Shakir, Piumi and Suhail left 1st when they found a cab. Me, Raashid, Rushdi and Taqi had to wait roughly ten minutes until a cab came and it passed us and stopped at the traffic light. These guys told me to get it (turns out they were joking) and lo and behold, I got the cab! These guys ran like bitches to the traffic light and we managed to all get in before the green light came on. Phew~!
Bowling was alright. Our team of me, Rushdi, Taqi, Raashid and Shradda lost by less than 10 points. All of their players except Fathima were scoring 100 and above and our average score was pretty evened out. Although Rushdi managed to make a strike and score a spare in the last frame, we still lost. Daaammnn…
Ah well… a good night indeed. Peace out y’all!
P.S: Would LOVE to see Man Utd getting raped tonight by Wigan! C’MON WIGGAAANNN~!!!!
Dayem… Well, I’ll try to post whatever I can remember, which, unfortunately, isn’t much. On the night of Taqi’s birthday, we went to Sheesh Mahal. Yeah, bring on the puns. I know you want to. Hehehehe… It’s located opposite SJMC, on the row with D’Tandoor, some SJ hotel and a Japanese restaurant. Forgot the damned name.
Anyways, we went separately by cab. I, Nabilah, Piumi and Shakir went 1st. Taqi, Suhail, Raashid and Altaf came later. Fathima, Shradda, Rushdi and Kokum joined us later on. I would think that the staff of the restaurant has never seen the place this lively at all. We were all laughing, making jokes in every language that can be understood by majority of the crowd.
I soon found out the Pakistani food they were serving had almost no difference to the north Indian food I was accustomed to back in Ipoh. We ordered butter chicken, which is well, a chicken dish in gravy that is a mix of spices, butter, duh, and perhaps some of that yoghurt that these people love so much. We also ordered the pala paneer (pardon the error, if there is), which is a dish that is a blended mix of various vegetables, preferably spinach, I heard, and cottage cheese. Amazing stuff. I think the last dish was some mutton curry… Spicy as hell and made me think twice about ever visiting Sri Lanka in the future. All of us except Fathima and Shradda had the dishes with some plain naan and some other flat bread thingy. Kinda like thin pieces of pita. The naan pieces were small and I think the naan back in Ipoh is much, much better… I would’ve loved to try their kashmiri naan (a naan with berries and nuts) but since we were such a huge group, I decided to try it some other time.
Besides, I will go back to Sheesh Mahal with my family since they are fans of north Indian cuisine.
After eating, we decided to go for bowling since they said that lanes were going to be available after 11 pm. Insane, yeah. The girls followed Kokum ‘cause he had a car and the rest of us wandered in the nearby area looking for a cab. Rikaz, Shakir, Piumi and Suhail left 1st when they found a cab. Me, Raashid, Rushdi and Taqi had to wait roughly ten minutes until a cab came and it passed us and stopped at the traffic light. These guys told me to get it (turns out they were joking) and lo and behold, I got the cab! These guys ran like bitches to the traffic light and we managed to all get in before the green light came on. Phew~!
Bowling was alright. Our team of me, Rushdi, Taqi, Raashid and Shradda lost by less than 10 points. All of their players except Fathima were scoring 100 and above and our average score was pretty evened out. Although Rushdi managed to make a strike and score a spare in the last frame, we still lost. Daaammnn…
Ah well… a good night indeed. Peace out y’all!
P.S: Would LOVE to see Man Utd getting raped tonight by Wigan! C’MON WIGGAAANNN~!!!!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
IRON MAN
I am, Iron Man...
I would’ve watched this movie providing there was a sneak preview but Altaf’s birthday was tomorrow and by Indahvilla tradition, there was to be a party. I left a tad early and it was diving before it even began so I’m afraid I don’t have much to say.
Anyways, screw that. Yeah, like that moron on the chatbox to the right said, this li’l fan boy went to watch Iron Man at Pyramid TGV. I have no idea how I managed to wrangle 11 people together to go watch it. Hahahaa…
Anyways, screw that. Yeah, like that moron on the chatbox to the right said, this li’l fan boy went to watch Iron Man at Pyramid TGV. I have no idea how I managed to wrangle 11 people together to go watch it. Hahahaa…
WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! PROCEED WITH CAUTION! =P
On with the review. The casting was amazing, 1 thing that was for sure. Downey portrayed Stark with ease and perfection. He nailed the alcoholic, tech-obsessed, playboy millionaire persona. Gwyneth Paltrow looked surprisingly plain as Pepper Potts but I suppose she IS supposed to be plain. Somehow I felt that all the characters were absurdly downtoned compared to their comic personas. Obadiah Stane’s turn from supposed ally into the villainous Iron Monger happened so fast that you swear he was on pot the 1st half of the movie. Rhodey was just plain sad, man. Nuff’ said.
Now – the armour… It was one hell of a masterpiece. It definitely looks like they took a leaf out of Transformers and went for a proper piece of sweet ass technology. The 1st armour looks really crappy, of course and the pre-Extremis armour looks ABSOLUTELY AMAZING in real life. The way he puts it on is just cool, man… Really reminds you of the Starcraft 2 trailer where the Marine gets suited up.
Unfortunately, the final fight between Iron Monger and Iron Man was just sad. Would’ve loved Iron Man to have knocked Iron Monger a bit here and there and repulsored him in the balls! Instead they have a race into the atmosphere and see who can *not* freeze first.
7.5/10 overall, but a disappointing 3/10 for the ending alone. Still, a must watch to be awed by the adrenaline rush and tech hotness.
What can I say, I’m a fan. =D
Peace out y’all.
P.S: Still haven’t gotten the photos yet. Bear with me. Have a video but super crappy quality. Once again, bear with me.
Now – the armour… It was one hell of a masterpiece. It definitely looks like they took a leaf out of Transformers and went for a proper piece of sweet ass technology. The 1st armour looks really crappy, of course and the pre-Extremis armour looks ABSOLUTELY AMAZING in real life. The way he puts it on is just cool, man… Really reminds you of the Starcraft 2 trailer where the Marine gets suited up.
Unfortunately, the final fight between Iron Monger and Iron Man was just sad. Would’ve loved Iron Man to have knocked Iron Monger a bit here and there and repulsored him in the balls! Instead they have a race into the atmosphere and see who can *not* freeze first.
7.5/10 overall, but a disappointing 3/10 for the ending alone. Still, a must watch to be awed by the adrenaline rush and tech hotness.
What can I say, I’m a fan. =D
Peace out y’all.
P.S: Still haven’t gotten the photos yet. Bear with me. Have a video but super crappy quality. Once again, bear with me.
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