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Anger Management. Rantings and Ravings of an Otaku Gamer from the great white north with too much free time and not enough ways to use it.

Donovan William MacLure AKA. Warrior of the Powerful Dragon (I absolutely love the meaning behind names) AKA. Ryouri Kenkaku

Born March 28th 1985

I'm 18 friggin' years old and in grade 12! LET'S GO VOTE!


This place let's me get away when I need to be angry and let's me be happy when I need to do that. It's dual purpose! While you think this place will be interesting it will end up being about the following:

Games. I love gaming, it's part of what I do. How can you deny video games as an art form when people spent countless hours making them beautiful and giving the most gripping stories you've ever taken part in. That's right, you take part in the story. Better than a book. Gimme a better story than the Chrono Trigger series. Try it.

But books are great, I'll read most anything as long as it's long enough to really get me in. Fan abuse? You better believe I'll drop your book if you fill it with fan abuse. Table top books and games fit into this category. What can I say, I love playing my own character.

Where gaming is what I do, anime is what I breathe. Nothing beats it. Name something else that captures your emotion like Kare Kano, something that twists your perception like Neon Genesis Evangelion, a movie more gripping that Gin-Roh, characters more lovable than those from Fushigi Yuugi, action more intense than that found in Rurouni Kenshin, or anything more chaotically hilarious than Excel Saga.

Then there's Rae. My life and my love. When I'm sad I think of her. When I'm happy I think of her. She's my one and only and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Thursday, April 18

WASHINGTON, April 18 Four Canadian soldiers who were participating in a night training exercise in Afghanistan were killed Thursday when a U.S. fighter pilot, mistakenly believing he was under attack, dropped at least one 500-pound laser-guided bomb, U.S. military officials told NBC News. Eight other Canadian soldiers were injured, Canadian officials said.

What the hell just happened? In hockey, if your coach tells you to go score some goals for the team, do you go out and decimate the opposing team by tripping the bastards when they aren't looking?

I guess a certain pilot with the U.S. airforce wouldn't understand this example, because when he was told to mark a group of Canadian soldiers (at the time unidentified) they decided to bomb them instead.

In the words of my friend Brad "I smell a court martial."

It brings further questions into mind as why american fighter pilots would be patrolling just 10 miles away from the Candian encampment and decide that the troops they saw were taliban? Why would they assume that because shots were being fired that they were being fired at THEM?

Pure, utter, unadaulterated bullshit


Been awake since 10:38:10 AM