I want to tell you something, though… it might not make sense.

Shootings and the POTUS: Theorized connection of one crazy outweighing the other.

A while back, I wrote something about the socio-psychological clockspring of the psyche of the American people being wound as tight as it can possibly go, and when the rash of shootings, the most traumatic being those of Sandy Hook Elementary, where, for reasons unknown, Child Killer, as he will be referred to, stole the lives of 16 children… the numbers might’ve been a little fudged on my part. Anyways, the snap back hasn’t stopped, or slown down, in the least.
If anything, it’s gaining speed, and force in the form of donald trump, who’s own level of insanity is absorbing most of the blunt force from the socio-psychological snapback of the tail of the clock spring.
Think about it.
And no, still a very good supporter of covering him in honey and rolling him in a pile of cracked out fire ants. He may be the president, but he’s always been Donald “I like getting pissed on” Trump.
Anyways, for a minute, I want you to think about life without trump in office, without that “Shield of insanity” how many other shootings would have gone on?
how of those would be newsworthy?
The fact of the matter is, the only way I’m even remotely glad the glow in the dark fuck nut is in office, IS because the pool of potential shooters is a very small percentage of his support base, and, while this might sound crazy as there’s only been one shooting we’ve been notified about, the Pool-o-shooters is satiated, having their crazy ass idol be in office has cooled their angry, itchy trigger fingers for something more poisonous and yet somehow less lethal, Twitter arguments defending his royal annoying orange, the POTUS.
I’m not defending either I’m just saying, that without one, there’d be a lot more of the other, and without the other, we’d all be happier. But without both, there would be fucking peace on earth.

On a more serious note, the news of the Aurora Shooting didn’t really shock me, as it did remind me that no matter how high the level of crazy is, there will always be a HIGHER level of crazy.
And hwile this sounds like some kind of idiotic conspiracy theory, you have to wonder…

Hotdogs and Buns: The Evil Equal Conspiracy

Why hotdogs and hotdog buns are now equal in number, because I just can’t figure that shit out.
I swear to god, and yes I’m changing the subject, because I got bored of whatever it was I was talking about…. chimichangas or something, all I know is that I’m hungry, and easily distracted, so the fact that i’m still writing this is a fucking god send.

Unfinished Writtiness: Drafts of Posts Past

Y’know, I’ve got around five or ten half finished drafts that might never see the light of day? Not because I didn’t want to publish them, it’s just that I got distracted by games, girls, and being pissed off at Fortnite because….

Fuck Fortnite: Here’s why

I don’t know. I just really hate fortnite.
Yet I keep playing the damned thing, it’s fucking weird, the only modes I like playing are playground and creative where you just BUILD shit. That and when I fill the lobby, I always hide from the others and mislead them as to where I actually am.
Fun!
Because I don’t like losing, and the only way to win, is to fucking wait till everyone gets bored, which, believe me, is as fucking boring as you would think it is, so I try to keep myself entertained by fucking with people’s heads about where I am, and I take a RIDICULOUS amount of pleasure upon hearing their annoyed voices as for the twentieth time they ask me where I am.

By the power of Glitchskull: I HAVE THE ONE SHOT

Because let’s be honest here? I suck at playing games, hell the only reason I play open world games is to find and kill everything that I can, exploit the game mechanics and glitches and buggy areas to maximize my chances at winning, and ultimately, prove how much of a fucking one shot power whore I can be to the biggest baddies in the game based SOLELY on how well I’ve prepared myself!
Because, yes, I’ll play games the right way for a while, and theeeeeeeen I’ll get bored and just fuck around till I basically have an overpowered character.
I suck at multiplayer games, and single player games make me feel powerful.
Because multiplayer makes me feel how I do in real life, and fuck that bullshit.

You know, I might actually have ADHD… Weird, oh well.

Hello, my name is Morgan, I’m the DOVAHKIN!

Buuuut, that’s not what I’m going o talk about, afterall, it’s my blog, so whoop there it is! Happy Valentines day you sexy fucks.
There, did it.
Anyways, today I wanted to let you know what I’ve been up to, not talking about any kinds of heavy topics which will unnaturally devolve into a kind of idiot soup, as… Most of my blogs eventually do and I’ve already forgotten what it is I’m writing about because things and animals keep interrupting me. Fan fucking tastic.
I think given the blog pattern of each post, this is exactly what happens, I start in on a topic, and then, in one glorious moment of temporary self reflection I say to thee, “FUCKETH IT, I SHALL GOETH DOETH SOMETHING ELSETH!” And I know that’s not how it works out, but, let’s stay focused here.
Lately, I’ve been playing a SHIT TON OF SKYRIM for the Nintendo Switch, and I am fucking addicted…
To slaughtering every killable NPC and making game breaking weapons and armor that one shot most enemies like a son of a bit and making ridiculously leveled skill jumps, exploring new lands, murder punching every stupid face there till I get bored of murder punching people right in their stupid fucking faces, rinse and repeat.
But, I’ve done the murder punching bit OVER AND OVER AND OVER and THIS time around, I’ve actually started playing the game, or, at least, I will when I get the following enchantments on my gear:

Helm:
Magika
Magika Regen

Neck:
Barter
Lockpicking

Body:
Health
Resist Disease

Glove:
Carry Weight
Pickpocket

Ring:
Alchemy
Smithing

Boot:
Stamina
Sneak

Argonian Race Trait:
waterbreathing

(12 hours later. Not kidding, I got distracted by skyrim.)

So my thinking on this is that the Argonians, or skyrim’s version of the LIZARD PEOPLE are the only race in the game with natural Water Breathing, cause they’re fuckin’ Lizards. So, with enchanting at Level 100, that gives me access to Extra effect which allows me to put two enchantments on an item, therefor giving me 12 slots to put enchantments, so, use the Fortify Restoration glitch to make some fucking powerful potions, (we’re talking in the 200 billion percentile range here) enchant a set with fortify Alchemy, make a fortify Enchanting potion, and knock all those listed things out, though I am considering swapping out health for health Regen, because if my health is too high, or it doesn’t show the health increased by -10,000,000 or so, then the moment I take that gear off, I die. horribly.
My logic with the carry weight is that, well, I loot shit all the time, I’m a fucking thief in Skyrim, so I need my sneak, lock picking, and pickpocket to be fucking insane, and with INFINITE STAMINA my ass can run from one part of the map to the next without needing to take a break!
I think I spend nearly all my free time playing skyrim, mainly doing the Item Duplication glitch, which strangely enough, only seems to work in Whiterun, one of the first cities you come across.
I’ve tried playing the game normally, and for me, there is no normal way to play.
“But, YOU’RE RUINING THE GAME!” Am I?
for who, exactly?
you?
You aren’t playing my game, you’re playing a COPY of the game, so you play however YOU want, and I’ll play however I want. All I know is that my last five playthroughs ended with me slaughtering every killable NPC I came across and brutalizing the ones that couldn’t be killed. I must’ve killed nearly eight thousand guards alone.
So, this play through, I chose to play as an Argonian male named Dethbite. Because of course I did. I chose his coloring to be as bright as possible, why? Because in nature, in the wild, reptiles that have bright and beautiful coloring on their scales are known to be deadly as fuck.
And it’s fun as hell.
I would’ve played as one of the Elf or human races, but something about a Lizard man running around, shouting every city, hold, and farm to absolute death is just too fucking funny.
Should’ve named him Godzilla, LMAO.
Besides, I really want to one shot dragons, so that’s why I need smithing, ALTHOUGH I could just find the Absorb health enchantment and go fucking nuts on that, and somehow, in the last playthrough, i found something with the chaos enchantment, which has all three elemental attacks in it, and can literally fuck anyone’s day up. In a heartbeat.

(13 hours later. Again, not kidding.)

Update: I spent the better part of last night knocking out that level 100 Enchanting skill, and IT WAS WORTH IT. Got my carry weight up to 311 million, my health up to 200 million, and my stamina up to …. I don’t even know, but so far everything’s coming together like a BEAST! I’m so excited! Also, found an Alchemist in Markarth that I can’t outright kill. Which is a good thing, at least Bethesda had the foresight to make one of the little bastards unkillable.
This means she’s got a quest line, this also means she has a shit ton of alchemy ingredients that I can snag and clone like crazy to find every little combination, which is goooooooood.
I’ve also lost another Mercenary, so I’ve decided to get one of the unkillable NPC’s as my follower, which thank fucking god for that, because I found something out!
NPCs usually have a max carry weight of around 350 or so when trading items with them, BUT, if you simply have them pick items UP then they have no carry limit, so long as it’s one item at a time when doing the Duplication glitch.
right, also forget to add one or two things to that little bastard.
1. The trick to resetting the Item Dupe glitch is to go out and come back into the alcove again, but pick the items up yourself, this is especially useful if you want to place the items in another spot.

2. You don’t need to take the whole shebang of items from the follower to increase the number of items you want to clone, instead, take a max of 15 from them, and add it to the pile in the alcove, and just keep repeating this as needed, it saves a lot of time, and you actually end up knocking out a shit ton more picking everything up. Spent nearly an hour knocking out Gold Ingots, and I might just do the same for all the other items Craftables and whatnot.

Anyways, sorry for the late post, I just get incredibly distracted with other things. And I’ve been having trouble figuring out what to write about, so I figured I might as well write about whatever’s in front of me. And yes, before this gets preachy and idiotic- oh shit, too late- here’s something related to women:

I once asked an ex girlfriend if having boobs made standing up a challenge. She replied by asking how many times hurt mah balls just by walking. The lesson of the story being, that both PHYSICAL genders (fuck you for making me specify.) develop in ways that allow for… something… Optimum physiological development?
I mean, if that were true, women’d be able to shoot quills out of their breasts and ass cheeks as a self defense measure, and guys would have developed a bone covering for their balls, as well as a spine and tiny ribcage for their dicks.
Alrighty, nuff nightmare fuel, no matter how kinky the porcupine fetish might seem, probably not worth it.
I mean, “Pintits” would probably be a better movie series than “Hellraiser” right?

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