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[severelyimpossiblecrown]

Tricked, No Treat.

Today, I have emotion sickness. I’ve injected too much expectation again.  I thought I had learned some lessons from occasions past where I’m supposed to have no expectations at all.  It was my birthday weekend, and I just wanted to have fun. To feel special and wanted. Instead, I let one of the women I’ve obsessed over for years ruin another Halloween.

I’ve known her forever.  For the sake of this fun-and-not-at-all exercise in catharsis, we’ll call her Anna.  We’ve had our ups and downs.  I often wonder if she actually likes me and sees me as a person. After last night, I feel like she doesn’t.

We had planned to hang out on Halloween, which is the day after my birthday.

I thought this would be a sexy evening eventually.  I made those intentions plain.  I’m 36 now; I can’t mince words anymore.

We texted back and forth about how we were looking forward to the night. Anna said she was “excited to see me.”

To the millions of women reading this, why do y’all do this to us?  Gas us up when you don’t seem to like us that much?  Is attention and validation of making us crawl through the dirt worth burning the genuine people in your life?

I wore my orange skeleton Morphsuit to have a costume on despite the cold.  We were going to hop around the city with a couple of friends of hers. Graciously, my close friend decided to come along.

So we at least had a ride to get around Brooklyn.  We’ll call him Grant.  Thank god for him deciding to come along. Without him, I might’ve gone crazy or came out of my face to these people.  We met up with them at a bar in Bushwick. It was just Anna and one male friend.  My heart sank.  I knew what that meant from past experience.  This guy was probably one of her lovers and she had fronted on me about it because she didn’t want me to get upset.   

This friend of hers was a man she told me earlier in the week I didn’t have to “worry about because he’s gay” when I asked if I would be the third wheel. We’ll call him Jason.  I spent a fair amount of the night watching them visibly make out on the coke I ended up sharing with them.   

There were supposed to be more of her friends coming, but they stayed in the city at some secret Gothic Renaissance party.  So it was Grant driving, Anna, Jason, and me.  

We got a drink at the bar outside of which there was a cool mariachi band playing covers and hits.  Jason knew someone in the band, which is how he knew about the show.  Seeing live music took a bit of the edge of the rapidly growing and gnawing anxiety in my stomach about how the evening was going to go.

“Just stay calm. Getting mad isn’t going to work.”  I said to myself for the first of many times that night.   

Something that will come up a lot in this confessional story-thing is: I wish she would’ve told me several vital things well in advance like “you’re not fucking me on Halloween” and “I’m going to meet up with someone else after I chill with you.” You know, some real communication from some who say they see me and “adores” me.  I always find it funny how the ones who show the least love are always telling you how much they love you.  

I know what many of you are thinking.  “Anna doesn’t owe you her body, her time, or her love.”  Y’all are absolutely right.  Again, I’m the one who plunged the needle into my neck and shot all that juicy expectation into myself.  I read more into the signals I thought I was receiving. I’m the one who spent his own birthday running around to get the drugs for Halloween SO WE COULD ALL HAVE FUN.

All she had to say to me is, “you’re not fucking me on Halloween.”.

So the night progresses.  We leave the first bar in Bushwick and walk back to Grant’s car that was parked nearby.  On the way to the car Jason is all over Anna as they remark on the beautiful moon and sloppily make out.  I clenched my fists and remember Anna’s text about how I didn’t have to worry about Jason.  Of course I didn’t.  He was obviously one of her lovers and I came to a hard realization that I’m just a friend/source of attention to Anna and I always will be.  My anger rose sharply as I tried not to stare too jealously at the pair.    

We get into Grant’s truck to go a metal bar in southern Brooklyn.  I pulled out the cocaine I had on me to regain some confidence in myself and in the rest of the evening.  I share with the happy couple in the back and we have some small talk ranging from Grant and I’s experience in security, to my referencing how Anna used to treat me like garbage in our twenties, to tales of Jason’s sluttiness and how even though he fucked men, he loved fucking Russian girls like Anna.    My heart dropped even further into my stomach.  This was going to be a long night for me.         

After what seemed like a very long car ride to southern BK, we arrive at Lucky 13 Saloon and hang for a bit but didn’t stay long.  The vibe there was one of impatience, like folks were just here to figure out what was going on elsewhere as they got drinks.  We got a drink and largely stayed to ourselves talking.

Eventually, we leave to drop Jason off at the Atlantic Avenue train station as the trains shut down after 1 AM.  They continued to make out and be talkative from the backseat on the cocaine as we drive to the station.  Grant and I are making conversation with them while we exchanged knowing looks of “this night is some bullshit” to each other   We get to the station, and my assumption was that Anna would leave with Jason, given how the night had gone.  But to our surprise, she stayed in the car and asked if she could come to my house. Confused, I got out of the vehicle to switch seats with Jason as he went toward the station.

He turns to me and hugs me, thanks me for the coke, and tells me to “take care of her. I’m trying to FUCK her tomorrow.”

*sigh*

“I’m trying to fuck her tonight,” I said, offering some false confidence.

Giving me a slight smirk, he strolled off into the station.  Still shocked at the fact that Anna didn’t leave with Jason after all the PDA they showed all night, I figured I’d get into the backseat with Anna to start my own pushing up on her. 

The three of us spent the car ride back to my house talking as I rub my Morphsuited hand along her inner thigh and slide my left orange hand around her nice and tight ass.  She didn’t pull away or show any sign of dislike, so I thought maybe, just maybe, the night would go my way. 

WHAT A FUCKING FOOL I WAS.

We get back to my home, and Grant goes to the store for some beers.  I take Anna up to my apartment.  When we get inside, I walk right up to her and grab her by the waist lightly.

“I missed you so much. I’m so glad you came.” I speak, gathering the little bit of nerve I have left, beginning to come in for a kiss.

Anna gives a quizzical face and pulls away.

“Don’t go and start hitting on me now.” She says.

I did my best to conceal my tremendous disappointment and feelings of rejection and raced for something to say to alleviate the awkwardness of getting shut down.

“Aw. We can’t even cuddle?” I say, my heart breaking.

“No, that always leads to things,” she said.

It is here I will repeat yet again, bored reader, all she had to do is tell me, before Hallow-goddamn-ween, my favorite holiday, is “I’m not going to fuck you on Halloween.”

Instead, we were standing in my room awkwardly.

“See, now you hate me,” she says almost flippantly like she hadn’t known me for nearly a decade.

Grant walked back inside just then as my mind raced with questions.

“Why did she come back here then if I wasn’t tonight’s lover? Why not go home with Jason, who was one of her present lovers?  Why even invite me out at all to her adventure, making it seem like she wanted me to be a big part of it?”

Grant sat down, and we start to listen to music videos and drink Jamison. I tried very hard to stay calm and salvage the night.  We managed to have a good time, even having Anna sit closer to me on my couch.  At least things wouldn’t end too bad.  We started in on the remaining fishscale I had left.  My logic at that point was to get good and fucked up so I could at least appear to be having fun.

Part of me felt off about sharing my drugs with Anna, but I always try to be a good and hospitable host to my guests and I knew that I was just feeling petty at that moment.  During this time, I noticed that she was actively texting someone on her phone in between videos when she thought I wasn’t looking.  That was it.  That was why she didn’t go home with Jason.  She had someone else already lined up. 

I then felt the same sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach I had felt all night. The coke now spiraling through my body made my mood and level of annoyance spike, but I managed to maintain my composure.  

Grant is being the best sport in the world about all of this.  He’s heard many stories from me about Anna and was an impartial observer in this subtle game of power that Anna was winning easily.

I again cannot stress enough intrepid and obviously bored reader, that all she had to tell me, a day or even hours before this “date” that “she wasn’t going to fuck me on HALLOWEEN.”

Eventually, Anna tries to shoehorn in her intent to leave.  Saying she found out about another party. Stupidly, I ask if I can come, full well knowing I’m about to get fronted on.

“It’s private.” She says with a sly smile.

It all dawns on me then.  Anna was only killing time here/getting high on my drugs to get ready for the last stop of the night with whatever lover she had been waiting all night to hear from.

And she had heard. She got ready so quickly, eagerly awaiting her Uber, trying to remain jovial even though Grant and I both felt a certain type of way about what had just happened.

Inside my mind, I was screaming.

Outside of it, I was fidgety from all the coke I’d done tryin’ to keep any feelings of upset off my face.  Something I’ve never been good at being an emotional Caribbean-American raised by Puerto Rican women.  At the beginning of the night, my heart was thudding with excitement and was now thudding with cocaine, anger, and anxiety.

During one of my bathroom breaks, Anna leans over to Grant (who told me about this later) saying:

“I think Brian’s mad at me because I said I was going somewhere else. I’m just gonna leave.”

As she was saying this, I was in my bathroom talking myself down in the mirror from showing anger or extreme emotions toward her because I didn’t want to do what I had done in the past and explode for something not worth exploding over.  Washing my face and hands, I walked back to my bedroom.

We watched a video or two more when her car arrived downstairs.

“Will you walk me out?”  She asked; it almost sounded like a distant echo as the voices in my head started to laugh audibly at me.

I nodded and mutely put on my sneakers over my orange feet.  I didn’t even know why I wore that thing. Why did I do anything for this woman?

She happily says bye to Grant, who had been nothing but a good sport in helping me to entertain Anna as he watched me go through it internally. He accepts her thanks for driving her and Jason around.  We walk out of my place into the hallway, where Anna tries to make small talk about my Morphsuit and my ass as we leave my building.

“Oh, sure. Now you notice me. Like I haven’t been wearing this thing all fucking night.”  I thought, hands clenched.  I don’t remember if she saw them or not.  I imagine my body language wasn’t the best from her viewpoint.

I gave her queries about my suit short and terse answers.  She clearly knew she upset me and tried to do that weird thing some women do to preemptively calm a man down with lighthearted questions like there isn’t a goddamn two-ton elephant in the room.  

I repeat, stalwart reader, all Anna had to do in the WEEK leading up to this awkward ass debacle was say, “I’m not fucking you on Halloween.”

We get outside into the appropriately frigid night as her cab pulls up.  I’m inhaling deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth to keep warm and also calm.  She saw this and turned to me and repeated the same thing she said earlier:

“See? Now you haaaate mee..don’t hate me!” she cooed in an attempt at soothing me.

“I don’t hate you. I just feel super rejected. You’re going to spend time with someone else you’d rather see.”  I mutter tiny like I hadn’t just turned 36.  

I wanted to ask her why she even bothered to invite me, but there was no time, and I didn’t want to pick a fight, no matter how the night had gone. My experiences with Anna had taught me that there isn’t any point anyway.  She is a free woman, and she was always going to do her.

Pity and impatience perhaps flash in her eyes and she hugs me.

“I’ll spend some personal time with you if you want.” She offered.

“You are always busy with your other lovers..” I said, barely making eye contact, hard lump in my throat , desperately trying to hold onto some last disparate shred of masculinity.

She laughed slightly and offered me a hug and two kisses on the mouth. With her black facemask on.  

If that wasn’t the perfect image to capture the night and our entire relationship, for that matter, I don’t know what is.  

She almost skipped off toward the cab across the street and hopped in, immediately getting on her phone.  Undoubtedly to tell her chosen lover that she’d ditched the loser that was trying to press up on her all night.  At least that is the story that I made up in my brain.

I trudged back up my stairs, gritting my teeth due to the coke and my frayed nerves, walked back into the crib, and immediately began punching myself in the forehead with my orange and black hand a couple of times.

Grant, who had been mainly a combination of amused and saddened for me by the evening and it’s events, interjected sharply.

“We’re NOT going to do that, sir.”

I take a deep breath and stop.  We then spent the next three hours or so breaking the night down so I could at least see if I was tripping for feeling like I had.  I’d go more into it, but it was really just commiseration, cocaine, and our long-running dialogue about why we keep loving women who expect us to dance in a tornado for them when they would never walk through light rain for us.

Lastly, I add a predictable ending, brave, and durable reader: I am aware that I did everything to myself.  Anna again, doesn’t owe me anything and didn’t have to give me anything that night.  I doped myself up with a heady fantasy that was never going to happen.  As Grant so astutely pointed out: 

“You should’ve known what it was as soon as you saw her kissing on ol’ boy”

I agree.  Probably would’ve skipped the the aggravation that came up later.  Precious reader, I am man enough to admit that I fucked up and essentially ran face first into a brick wall repeatedly.  This story comes off like I am mad at Anna, and I was, until I realized that everything that inspired my pissiness on Halloween is my fault.  I let pride and ego walk me right into a night of embarrassment.

I’ve known Anna for 9 years.  She’d done this kind of bait-and-switch thing before.  I was hoping this time, now that we’re older, I’d get some more courtesy or honesty. At least for my goddamn birthday.  Let me go and pull this shit on her birthday, and I’d be a fucking monster.  But I guess she still only sees me as her pet and not a person, which hurts most of all.

Especially when ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS TELL ME THAT “I’M NOT FUCKING YOU ON HALLOWEEN.”  

[finnishfun]

I hope this hasn’t been done yet! Inspired by the Finnish list by @languagesandshootingstars​ and original post here

kutya - dog macska - cat hal - fish madár - bird tehén - cow disznó, malac - pig egér - mouse ló - horse szárny - wing állat - animal vonat - train repülő(gép) - plane autó, kocsi - car teherautó, kamion - truck bicikli, kerékpár - bicycle busz - bus csónak - boat hajó - ship gumi - tire benzin - gasoline motor - engine jegy - ticket közlekedés - transportation város - city, town ház - house lakás - apartment út - way, road utca - street, road repülőtér - airport vasútállomás - train station híd - bridge hotel - hotel étterem - restaurant farm - farm bíróság - court(room) iskola - school iroda - office szoba - room egyetem - university klub - club bár - bar park - park tábor - camp bolt, üzlet - store, shop színház - theater könyvtár - library kórház - hospital templom - church piac - market föld - country; ground; soil; Earth épület - building (világ)űr - (outer) space bank - bank hely(szín) - location kalap - hat ruha - dress öltöny - suit szoknya - skirt ing - shirt póló - t-shirt nadrág - pants cipő - shoes zseb - pocket kabát - coat folt - stain ruhák (plural) - clothing piros - red zöld - green kék - blue sárga - yellow barna - brown rózsaszín - pink lila - purple narancssárga - orange fekete - black fehér - white szürke - grey világos - light sötét - dark szín - colour fiú - boy; son lány - daughter anya - mother apa - father szülő - parent (kis)baba, bébi - baby férfi - man férj - husband nő - woman fiútestvér - brother báty - older brother öcs - younger brother lánytestvér - sister nővér - older sister húg - younger sister család - family nagypapa - grandfather nagymama - grandmother feleség - wife király - king királynő - queen elnök - president szomszéd - neighbour gyerek - child felnőtt - adult ember - human barát - (close) friend haver - (casual) friend áldozat - victim játékos - player rajongó - fan tömeg - crowd ember, személy - person tanár - teacher tanuló, diák - student ügyvéd - lawyer orvos, doktor - doctor beteg, páciens - patient pincér - waiter titkár(nő) - secretary (male/female) pap - priest rendőr - police hadsereg - army katona - soldier művész - artist író - author menedzser - manager riporter - reporter színész - actor munka, állás - job vallás - religion menny(ország) - heaven pokol - hell halál - death gyógyszer - medicine pénz - money dollár - dollar számla - bill házasság - marriage esküvő - wedding csapat - team faj - race szex - sex nem - gender, sex gyilkosság - murder börtön - prison technológia - technology energia - energy háború - war béke - peace támadás - attack választás - election magazin - magazine újság - newspaper méreg - poison fegyver - gun sport - sport verseny - race; competition mozgás, torna - exercise labda - ball játék - game ár - price szerződés - contract drog - drug jel - sign tudomány - science Isten - God együttes, zenekar - band dal, ének - song hangszer - instrument zene - music film - movie művészet - art kávé - coffee tea - tea bor - wine sör - beer gyümölcslé - juice víz - water tej - milk ital - drink, beverage tojás - egg sajt - cheese kenyér - bread leves - soup torta, sütemény - cake csirke(hús) - chicken disznó(hús) - pork marha(hús) - beef hús - meat alma - apple banán - banana narancs - orange citrom - lemon kukorica - corn rizs - rice olaj - oil mag - seed kés - knife kanál - spoon villa - fork tányér - plate csésze - cup reggeli - breakfast ebéd - lunch vacsora - dinner  cukor - sugar só - salt üveg - bottle étel - food asztal - table szék - chair ágy - bed álom - dream ablak - window ajtó - door hálószoba - bedroom konyha - kitchen fürdőszoba - bathroom ceruza - pencil toll - pen fénykép - photograph szappan - soap könyv - book oldal - page kulcs - key festék - paint levél - letter jegyzet - note (as in “to take notes”) fal - wall papír - paper padló - floor plafon - ceiling tető - roof medence - pool zár - lock telefon - telephone kert - garden udvar - yard tű - needle táska - bag doboz - box ajándék - gift kártya - card gyűrű - ring szerszám - tool óra - clock lámpa - lamp ventillátor - fan mobiltelefon - cellphone hálózat - network számítógép - computer program - program laptop - laptop képernyő - screen fényképezőgép- camera (for photos) (videó)kamera - video camera televízió, tévé - television rádió - radio fej - head nyak - neck arc  - face szakáll - beard haj - hair szem - eye száj - mouth ajak - lip orr - nose fog - tooth fül - ear könny - tear nyelv - tongue; language hát - back lábujj - toe ujj - finger lábfej - foot kéz - hand láb - leg kar - arm váll - shoulder szív - heart vér - blood agy - brain térd - knee izzadtság - sweat betegség - disease csont - bone hang - voice; noise; sound bőr - skin test - body tenger - sea óceán - ocean folyó - river hegy(ség) - mountain eső- rain hó - snow fa - tree; wood nap - sun hold - moon világ - world erdő - forest növény - plant szél - wind virág - flower völgy - valley gyökér - root tó - lake csillag - star fű - grass levél - leaf levegő - air homok - sand part - beach hullám - wave tűz - fire jég - ice sziget - island domb - hill hő - heat természet - nature üveg - glass fém - metal műanyag - plastic kő - stone gyémánt - diamond agyag - clay por - dust arany - gold réz - copper ezüst - silver anyag - material méter - meter centiméter - centimeter kilogramm - kilogram hüvelyk - inch font - pound fél - half kör - circle négyzet - square hőmérséklet - temperature dátum  - date súly - weight szél - edge sarok - corner térkép - map pont - dot mássalhangzó - consonant magánhangzó - vowel fény - light igen - yes nem  - no darab - piece fájdalom - pain sérülés - injury lyuk - hole kép - image minta - pattern főnév - noun ige - verb melléknév - adjective rajta - (on) top alatt - under oldal - side előtt - in front of mögött  - behind kint - outside bent - inside fel - up le - down bal - left jobb - right egyenes - straight észak - north dél - south kelet - east nyugat - west irány - direction nyár - summer tavasz - spring tél - winter ősz - autumn évszak - season nulla - 0 egy - 1 kettő - 2 három - 3 négy - 4 öt - 5 hat - 6 hét - 7 nyolc - 8 kilenc - 9 tíz - 10 tizenegy - 11 húsz - 20 huszonegy - 21 harminc - 30 negyven - 40 ötven - 50 hatvan - 60 hetven - 70 nyolcvan - 80 kilencven - 90 száz - 100 kétszáz - 200 ezer - 1000 tízezer - 10000 százezer - 100000 millió - million milliárd - billion első - first második - second harmadik - third negyedik - fourth ötödik - fifth szám - number január - January február - February március - March április - April május - May június - June július - July augusztus - August szeptember- September október - October november - November december - December hétfő - Monday kedd - Tuesday szerda - Wednesday csütörtök - Thursday péntek - Friday szombat - Saturday vasárnap - Sunday év - year hónap  - month hét - week nap - day óra - hour perc - minute másodperc - second reggel - morning délután - afternoon este - evening éjjel - night idő - time dolgozik - to work működik - to work (“function”) játszik - to play (children, games, sports, instruments) sétál - to walk fut - to run vezet - to drive repül - to fly úszik - to swim megy - to go megáll - to stop (moving forward) abbahagy - to stop (doing something) követ - to follow gondolkodik - to think beszél - to speak mond - to say eszik - to eat iszik - to drink öl - to kill meghal - to die mosolyog - to smile nevet - to laugh sír - to cry vesz, vásárol - to buy fizet - to pay elad, árul - to sell lő - to shoot tanul - to learn ugrik - to jump szagol - to smell hall  - to hear hallgat - to listen ízlel - to taste érint - to touch lát - to see néz - to watch csókol - to kiss ég - to burn olvad - to melt ás - to dig robban - to explode ül - to sit áll - to stand szeret - to love vág - to cut veszekszik (verbally), verekedik (physically) - to fight (le)fekszik - to lie (down) táncol - to dance alszik - to sleep felébred - to wake up énekel - to sing számol - to count házasodik - to marry imádkozik - to pray nyer - to win veszít - to lose kever - to mix, to stir hajlít - bend mos -  to wash főz  - to cook nyit - to open zár - to close ír - to write fordul - to turn épít - to build tanít - to teach nő - to grow (by itself) rajzol - to draw etet - to feed elkap - catch (e.g. a ball) dob - to throw tisztít - to clean talál - to find esik - to fall tol, nyom - to push húz - to pull visz - to carry tör - to break visel, hord - to wear lóg - to hang ráz - to shake jelez - to sign üt, ver - to beat emel - to lift magas - tall hosszú - long rövid - short alacsony - short (person); low sekély - shallow (water) széles - wide keskeny - narrow nagy  - big, large kicsi - small, little lassú - slow gyors - fast forró - hot hideg - cold meleg - warm hűvös - cool új - new régi - old (object) öreg - old (person) fiatal - young jó - good rossz - bad nedves, vizes - wet száraz - dry beteg - sick egészséges - healthy hangos - loud halk - quiet boldog - happy szomorú - sad gyönyörű, szép - beautiful ronda, csúnya  - ugly süket - deaf vak - blind kedves - nice gonosz - mean gazdag - rich szegény - poor vastag - thick vékony - thin drága - expensive olcsó - cheap lapos - flat szűk - tight laza - loose magas - high puha - soft kemény - hard mély - deep tiszta - clean koszos - dirty erős - strong gyenge - weak halott - dead élő - alive nehéz - heavy; difficult világos - light sötét - dark nukleáris - nuclear híres - famous én - I te - you ő - she, he az - it mi - we ti - you ők - they ön, maga - you (formal)

[sam-gibbs]

Gangster

Here we are now moving onto the genre of gangster which I haven't really looked into before. This is where I saved some of my games such as saint row and mafia as I feel like they would be a lot better researched here then in any of the other genres.

Saints Row:

Saints row is an action-adventure game where you get to play as a member of the 3rd street Saints. The 3rd street Saints are a street gang. Saints row is often compared to games such as gta where you are a criminal committing crimes and killing anyone who gets in your way.

In the games players are quite free to do as they please. They are allowed to go ahead and customise their own characters body features as well as clothing I will say that there really is no limit as to what appearance you are able to give you character. In some cases some people don't even make there characters wear clothes and let them run around naked.The game does also contain some really interesting weapons which you wouldn't find in most games. For instance the inflat-o-ray which is a gun which inflates the head of whoever you shoot.In saints row gat out of hell there is also a weapon called the armchair-a-geddon.This is basically just an armchair with 2 miniguns attached to it which you can drive around.Here is a video I have managed to find which talks about the making of saints row.

Saints row was created by Volition studios. They talk about how they didnt want the game to just be a gang simulator and they went and did a lot of research into the urban side of the game as well as the hip hop world. This includes the music as well as the clothing. They even talked to people who had been in gangs and asked them questions about what they wear,how they talked and what it was like in a gang. They then talk about how in the game they really tried to get a lot of variety in neighborhoods in the games levels and you can tell from when you've gone from a run down area to the fancy areas of the map.

They talk about how they wanted to make a game primarily about the player.This is why they made a very extensive character creation set that allows players to try and make the character they playas look like them.In the game there are 4 gangs: 3rd street saints,Vice Kings,Los Carnales and the Westside rollerz.

The gangs in the game have different style as well as are different types of gangs. Vice gang is more of a mafia and focuses on business in a stereotypical gangster way. Los Carnales are more focuses on drug trafficking.The Westside Rollerz are more of a fast and furious street racing gang. Then your gang the 3rd street saints where you aim is to try and take back saints row and get the rest of the gangs out of your neighbourhood.

Saints row has a good open world and they tried to make the game as open ended as they possibly good. They tried to let the gamer have more of a choice in what they want to do,when they want to do it and how much they want to do it.They really tried to always say yes to the player. They also try to be more realistic with things such as more gangs happening at night as well as random gang fights happening.

When it comes to the radio in the game they try to make it relate to the game as much as possible. For example if you go around stealing loads of trucks then there will be a radio broadcast warning truckers that there is someone out there stealing trucks. Another example is that on the radio if it says a store has a clothes sale then when you actually go to the store it will indeed have the clothing prices reduced.

Saints row also has multiplayer where you can either go ahead against others or play co op together. They also have multiple different game modes where people can go ahead and earn money in the online mode. They also say that people can make their own online gangs with there friends which I think is a really nice smart idea.

The Kitchen:

The Kitchen is a film based on the DC/Vertigo Comics limited series under the same name. The film basically is about 3 women whose husbands are all part of an Irish gang. However one day there husbands get busted by the FBI and are sent to prison for 3 years. Once in prison a man under the name Jackie takes over the gang and tells the women they will be well taken care off. However the money isn't enough for them to survive on. So they become their own little gang and go around collecting protection fees as well as helping out the neighborhood.Eventually they take out Jackie and start to run the neighborhood themselves.

All info taken from:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kitchen_(2019_film)

The Comics:

The series contains 8 comic books and is set in new york city. The time set for the comics is the late 1970′s .The irish gang called Hell’s Kitchen have been ruling the neighborhood. The gang brings terror to the streets and are responsible for doing all the dirty work for the Italian Mafia. The comics are said to have themes of Mystery,crime,thriller as well as feminism.

I personally think that these are really cool comics. I really love the graphical design of the front covers and think they do a really good job at conveying across what the series entails. I also love the message which is basically saying that women can do anything a man can which does include being in there own gang.

Assassins creed gangs:

Although only recently brought to light in the assassins creed syndicate game where you are able to go ahead and create your own gang, Assassins creed does also contain gangs. On the Wiki the definition they have given for gang is a group of thieves,bandits and other criminals with an internal organisation which often claims control over a territory within a community. Throughout the games history gangs have been used by the Templars and Assassins as occasional allies or henchmen in their war.

However its in Assassins creed Syndicate were we really get to interact with the gangs more. In the game there are 2 gangs. Your gang called the Rooks which wear a green uniform and then the enemy gang called the Blighters which wear a red uniform.

In assassin's creed Syndicate players are able to go ahead and upgrade there gang.Here is a video which shows off the upgrades you can get for your gangs.

In the upgrades menu it is split into 3 subcategories;

Ringleader - This category is used to make your gangs stronger by leveling them up and giving them more equipment such as guns and carriages.

Insider - These upgrades include more objects around the map including hanging barrels which can be dropped on enemies as well as being able to bribe the police.

Swindler - This allows the player to gain more money as well as get items at a discount.

Real life gangsters:

Of course gangs aren't things that are just made up and put inside of films for entertainment. Gangs are a real thing in every day to day life and roam the streets of popular cities as well as urban areas. Here I have managed to find a video where they go ahead and interview 2 gang members in order to get more of an inside look as to what gangs are like and what it is like to be a member of one.

In the interview we get to see how gang members are like in person. The first one interviewed talks about how he has a cross tattoo on his head which represents that he is a murderer. Many gangs use tattoo signs like this as a sort of medal system. The more of these tattoos you have the more scared people should be of you. They then go one about when a storm hit New orleans and about how during the storm he was out stealing. Then he is asked why he thinks that gangs are so violent. He talks about how it is violent because the community is racist and wont give people of colour any jobs meaning they have to turn to crime in order to make money.

Al capone:

Al Capone also known by his nickname “Scarface” was an American gangster and businessman who attained notoriety during the Prohibition era. He managed to reign for 7 years as a crime boss before eventually going to prison at 33. In chicago Capone became a gang leader and due to his mutually profitable relationship with the mayor as well as the police force he seemed safe from law enforcement. However one day 7 rival gangs got massacred in broad daylight which unfortunately damaged the public image of Chicago and Capone. This lead to citizens demanding government action meaning that Capone became Public enemy number 1. Eventually he was arrested and charged with 22 counts of tax evasion but was only convicted for 5 of them.

In summary what I have learnt from the research is that gangs can be for anything,street racing,drugs,a loaning business or just for taking whatever you want. Anyone can be in a gang and anyone can be harmed by a gang. 

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November 15, 2018: 5:35 pm:

November 15, 2018: 5:56 pm:<br><br>Dead Mother-Fuckers at the Grants Pass Wal... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-11-15 18:35:58-0800 - Updated: 2018-11-15 18:35:58-0800

November 15, 2018: 5:56 pm: Dead Mother-Fuckers at the Grants Pass Wal-Mart just a half hour ago. Terrorist soldiers died at the Wal-Mart when their Nitrous Oxide/Versed airborne gas tanks were ignited. They launched in the suspended ceiling and disappeared in there at the checkout and came out by the Pharmacy area. One of the dead terrorists was a General who plays the role of store manager. All of the checkers that work the check-stands have the rank of Lieutenant, and all of the shoppers at the Wal-Mart in Dystopian Socio-terrific Grants Pass Oregon are soldiers, I don't know what there ranks are, but they are lower in rank than Lieutenant. I think the impostor shoppers use the rank of "Fogger", there primary job is to follow American shoppers around the store, communicate to other Foggers the location of American Citizens who came into the store to shop, and to "fog" the isles where the American Victims are shopping inside the store. There are also "Exterminators" who attack the vistins with a needle filled with euthanisation drug from the "Pet IQ" store that was put into the Wal-Mart this past summer. There are "Cart Drivers" and "Finishers". The cart drivers usually wear yellow Wal-Mart vests, and the "Finishers are dressed in regular street clothes for quick exit and blending into the crowd. I think that those titles are actually used as military rank among these unconventional army soldiers. The General who launched into the ceiling was a female, about sixty yers old, long grey hair, and very petite. She was also fogging at the check-stand to "ripen" me for the kill. Fight terrorism with a Bic Lighter! All you have to do is bring a lighter, and use it periodically as you shop in each isle of the store. When you encounter a group of people huddled closely together, light the lighter and go the opposite direction. The foggers group themselves up together in the isle where the American Victims are, they release Nitrous gas as a group, while pretending to be friends who happened to meet inside the store and engage in conversion among themselves while pretending to be friends with one another..It ids not difficult to know that the conversations are phony. If you listen to these kinds of conversations, it is not difficult to figure out that the people are actually talking about where inside the store that they are at, and that they "Got One!". "Got One" is an announcement made over the electronic communication that these terrorists use among themselves while killing American Citizens inside the store. LIGHT THEM UP! Other terrorists also launched inside the store, and the entire army of terrorists there are extremely mad at me personally. I have killed more terrorists there than I am willing to say, and if I did, no one would believe the number anyway. The number I use is 5. The Fifth amendment to the Constitution of the USA is designed as a means to protect Americans who have to protect against conditions of war, at a time when the nations leaders are not aware of the war yet, or, are not addressing the fact that warfare is happening. 5th! At the checkstand, number thirteen I think today, the checkout Lieutenant had been informed of some information and then questioned me about it. She asked me, or told me in a question form "You killed Lorena?". Someone else said "Chapman is dead, he ran her through". I lit my lighter repeatedly after that. and said "If Lorena Chapman is dead, than the people of the entire world are far safer now, you have no idea!". So, today before I went to the store for food, there was an intruder inside my home. The intruder was dressed in a disguise and the disguise was a ball. A terrorist wearing a bright blue costume that appeared as a ball, a big, giant size ball. I don't remember fighting the terrorist, I only remember seeing the giant ball. Also today, the terrorist at 445 "MyStreet" by the name of Steve Bell, assaciated with the US Postal Service and also with a cell at Arby's restaurant, clearly has been replaced with a look alike terrorist who was at the home of Steve Bell today with a small child, presumably a kidnapped child, with red hair. They specialize in kidnapped red headed girls between the age of five and eight years old at the Steve Bell Terrorist cell at 445. The replacement Steve is a man who works in the electronics department at the Fred Meyer Department store. All of this happened. These reports on this page going back four years or more are all true. There is no way to get help. These reports are here as a means to try to get some help. No one will help. Please call the US Department of Defense and direct them to this page. It's important.

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StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-11-15 20:14:37-0800

November 15, 2018: 7:55 pm: There is a realty that needs to be understood by those who would do National Security work. It's a realty that has been covered or otherwise hidden in such a way as to make fools out of those who do National Security work. It is not my intention to make any one feel foolish, however, those who do National Security work have been fooled on a scale that is so large, it cannot be seen. Like standing on a spec of dust in the Himalayas while looking for Mount Everest, the reality is too large to see. National Security people need to understand the enormity of what has happened while they were being fooled. The people responsible for making fools of National Security persons are easy to find. Almost everyone on Earth can see them everyday. Even if we do not want to see them, they are there, right in front of our faces, entertaining us as they take the entire USA, and in fact, the entire planet Earth and all of it;s people. Reality: It is that big. It is that blatant. It is standing, sitting, singing, laughing, telling jokes, doing News broadcasts, playing musical instruments and lulling everyone into a trance of entertained bliss as they torture the children of the world. My children. Your children. The Screen Actors Guild. That is the reality. The enormity is different. The enormity is the result of nearly fifty years of being fooled. The reality and enormity is such that the entire state of California, Oregon, Arizona, Montana, Wyoming, Nevada, New Mexico... and more... all of that, and I mean all of the people who once lived in those states... they have all been killed and replaced with impostors. Until National Security people are willing to arrive in reality, stay there, and stop being fooled, the USA is doomed to fail. The time is approaching quickly. We have until January 2020, after that, no more USA, and whats worse, no more Freedom. In the absence of Freedom, there will be captivity. The terrorists are the Screen Actor Guild in all of the ways teh Screen Actor Guild exists. From the actors, entertainers and musicians, all the way to the engineers who do the sound and video magic, to the set designers, make-up people, and the most dangerous of them all are the screen writers. Even the people who sweep the floor after the rock concert and those who go get the coffee for the cast and crew... everyone of them are Screen Actor Guild and they have been making fools of National Security people for five decades. The people can be all found in two locations. The Rolodex of Jay Leno, and the Rolodex of David Letterman. That is how you can find them, and you don't not need the physical Rolodex, you just have to think about it.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-11-15 20:55:01-0800

November 15, 2018: 8:30 pm: True story: 1997. I received a phone call. A family member had died. I was told there was a service, and the location of the service was provided. I had to drive a long way, through three states to get there. I took my daughter along with me. Upon reaching the bottom of the Tehachapi mountains of Highway 58 near Edwards Air Force base in the California Desert, I stopped for fuel and to rest after a long driving session. It was dawn. The gas station attendant was terrified. He asked me from where I had come from. I told him. He told me a bunch if things that I did not comprehend. The man was truly terrified and trying to explain things to me. There is a railroad track there by that gas station at the bottom of highway 58, it runs along the base of those mountains there and includes the area of Valencia, Palmdale, and Saugas along it's path. A train was coming by while this man was trying desperately to get me to understand something that I could not understand. He was speaking English clearly, I could understand his words, not the idea he was conveying. The urgency was clear to me. The train approached. The man at that gas station told me ti go look at the train as it went by. It was right there across the street and within walking distance so I did what he asked of me. I went over there. The train went by, and it was a freight train with endless cars that can hold aggregate material. The freight train with endless aggregate cars was filled with people. They were screaming, moaning yelling... names, numbers, places, Valencia! I heard. Saugus! I heard. and names. Phone Numbers and cries for help were coming from that train. There were others in off road vehicles with spotlights. It was just getting daylight at the time. The ones with the vehicles were riding alongside of the train. There was another vehicle on the train tracks, a small utility railcar like a dump truck on the train track. That extra railcar was stopping along the way, the men were picking up the people that had fallen out of the train with the aggregate cars. I understood. I went back to my car at the gas station and my daughter was gone. I looked for her everywhere around there and heard her yell for me. She was inside of a big rig truck and the truck was leaving. I got my daughter back from that truck. We continued on our way to the funeral service for my deceased family member. On the way back, we had to go the same way we came. It was weird. I stopped at a rest stop at the bottom of highway 58 to stretch out and use a restroom. As i began to walk towards the restroom, two cars went near mine. My Daughter was sleeping in there. I went back car and those people left. I tried to walk towards the restroom again, and those people approached my car again. I did not use the restroom facilities and chose to just do things without the restroom. We got back onto the highway and those people were right behind us. They tried to make me crash. I made them crash instead. In 1997, it was very difficult to get from one state to another without being killed.