Hell

DeRank : 17,41
DeAge™ : 7049 days • Here since 20 february 2007
Red Hot Chili Peppers I'm With You
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Shoddy disc, but hey, my opinion doesn’t matter a bit since they’ve never ever ever considered me. Typically boring fakkina reviews.
Richard Garfield Magic The Gathering
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... But am I the only one who has been doing Magic for years without ever stepping foot in a comic book store?
Richard Garfield Magic The Gathering
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I love/hate it. Actually, what makes me hate it isn't the game itself (which I think is just beautiful, fun, intriguing, packed with strategies, etc.) but rather certain people I've met through it. I learned to play about seven or eight years ago on a summer vacation at the beach (so I was around 13-14 years old... damn, how time flies), and from that moment on, every summer became a fixed appointment to collect and screw… uh, exchange cards, which I then sold for double their price to certain suckers. The problem is that I’ve messed over so many people in that area (the beaches near Ferrara; a whole bunch of people play there, from seven-year-olds to family dads) that at one point I couldn’t walk down the street without some loser pointing me out to his unfortunate friends, yelling ā€œhey, that’s the jerk who screwed me out of all my Fetchlands!ā€ and then I’d have to escape on my bike... It seems strange that they haven’t thought of putting a bounty on my head yet! By the way, I remember that every Thursday evening there was a market on the promenade of the beach where I was staying; one time I decided to wear a long shirt (in the middle of hot and muggy July, notice my infinite cleverness) to swipe some expensive cards by slipping them up my sleeve while pretending to browse the pages above… In one evening, I must have pocketed a hundred euros! Too bad that after that time, they decided to seal the sleeves of the binders with all kinds of tape, damn them. Besides the pettiness and collection, I would also play a few games and I performed rather well, as long as it was among friends without any pretensions, it was fun and relaxing. Unfortunately, though, I would occasionally have to deal with absurd individuals... Guys so lame that, for example, would waste hundreds, thousands of euros (I’m not exaggerating at all, especially those with gamer dads who spend that kind of money) to build decks carefully copied from those of the world champions (no kidding, right?), complete with P9 and Alpha cards, and then they would come and laugh in your face because they would crush you in the first round. Come on, unmentionable characters. :) Anyway, even though I haven't played in a couple of years, my decks are mono-black discard (if all goes well by the first/second turn, I’ll leave you in your underwear!) and red burn. Once I also had a pretty good elf deck (with Titania's Priests, Reckless Abandon, and similar stuff) but I sold it because I needed cash. I haven't followed the new series in a while: since that pathetic Japanese nonsense Kamigawa came out in 2005, I've stopped caring about the new cards, except for the rares that were worth more and that I was interested in having. Then they changed the design of the cards a bit... Whatever, I guess it's bound to change sooner or later, but I still prefer the old series like Odyssey, Torment, Onslaught, Judgment, Legions, Scourge, etc.
Morbid Angel Illud Divinum Insanus
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Hi Frankie, no, the rest of the album is nothing like "Too Extreme!". There are some stiff little turds worthy of the worst Trivium like "I Am Morbid", bland little tracks that taste of nothing, or as I already mentioned in the review, there are some death metal homework assignments to please the so-called "purists" (I don't fall into that category, just to be clear) which sound incredibly plastic in this context. This album is very inconsistent and fragmentary; the so-called experiments (that I still think are crap) can be counted on the fingers of one hand, while all the other tracks are the most pointless and predictable things written by Morbid. Give it a listen.
Rorcal Heliogabalus
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What a shitty review, here you go.
Cult Of Erinyes A Place To Call My Unknown
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Mmmh yeah, I’d say we’re good. 3.5
Cult Of Erinyes A Place To Call My Unknown
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The review is enticing, but next time try to structure it a bit better. :) I'm interested in the album; if I finish studying tonight, I'll give it a listen...
Explosions In The Sky Take Care, Take Care, Take Care
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Pfff what a deadly boredom these fakes...
Rob Reiner Misery
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A plump and chubby 4 deserves it.
Kevin Munroe Dylan Dog
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On trust.