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I'm making this thread for the sole reason of getting to know you guys a little better. Clan politics and drama aside we are a community. We would not exist without each other. We may flame each other and get a little heated at times but come on...we're all human. We all share something in common.

 

Anyways I'm currently 19 (turning 20 next month). I am currently a landscaper for the panhandle area of florida (worst fucking place to be a landscaper :'( ) I'm using this job to pay for my schooling and an apartment. It pays the bills and pays for my schooling which is a good deal for me. I plan on going through emt school and then the fire academy next year. Usually takes a semester of schooling to become a fully qualified EMT then I plan on moving my way up to Paramedic.

 

In High school I was in the Marching band (huehuehue). Our school had one of the best drumlines in the state. I marched with the drumline and eventually made center snare and section leader my senior year. After High school I went off to march with an independent WGI percussion group. We toured across america playing shows and competing in competitions. We eventually made it to world championships and placed 13th in world. Not bad for a high school graduate ey? xD Music would definitely be my main occupation by now if only it was easier to have an occupation in music (sadly it's not).

 

As far as my ethnicity goes I'm an asian american. My mother is South Korean and my father is White. Me and my older sister were primarily raised by my mother. (only male in the house hollaaa). I visit my grandparents and cousins in South Korea every once in a while and I would love to eventually live with my family in South Korea. (My family is from Daegu if you know it)

 

I am expecting to save the world in some form or way in the future (I'm pretty serious). It's always been my ambition to help people in a big way. In the real world I'm a really nice guy and hopefully fun to be around. I tend to be real laid back most of the time but sometimes I have those days where I can't stay seated in one place. I become a character trust me...

 

Anyways that's all I will say about me. You don't have to participate but seeing as there has been a lot of drama over the past few weeks I think this would be healthy for our community. Seriously guys it's a game and we are all guilty for taking it way too seriously. No matter which clan you're in your disdain for each other isn't based on real reasons lol. I've seen people that used to hate each other to the point of hacking turn into some of the most loyal friends in this community. I've seen it happen all the time in this community. You don't really hate each other. (if you do get a life). Please, sit around my campfire. Smores aren't included...

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Would you grant me permission to show what you looked like while in the Marching bAnd? You know... For others to experience the story from a closer and more spiritual way. Pls let me. Pls.

 

 

(Ps if he doesn't grant me permission just pm me on irc thx)

((Pss im not gonna link u on irc xd))

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Would you grant me permission to show what you looked like while in the Marching bAnd? You know... For others to experience the story from a closer and more spiritual way. Pls let me. Pls.

 

 

(Ps if he doesn't grant me permission just pm me on irc thx)

((Pss im not gonna link u on irc xd))

uuummmmm?

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A few years ago, I was in the habit of coming home from work, putting on some syndicated episodes of Seinfeld or Frasier while plopping down on the couch, and immediately starting in on a sixer of some kind of cheap beer, like Rolling Rock or Miller High Life. It got to the point where I was doing this four or five times a week. It wasn't the healthiest routine, but it was all I could do to stave off the boredom of what had become a mundane existence; cauliflower house in the suburbs surrounded by retired people that yelled "slow down!" If you drove by them doing more than five, cauliflower wife that made me eat kale and watch Bones, cauliflower job inspecting old bridges for critical safety issues.

 

It was all cauliflower. It was like that part in The Shawshank Redemption when Lt. Dan said "Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Only try to realize the truth." Well, I tried to realize the truth each night after work with a bunch of beers. I got no truth out of them, though. Only funny smelling pee.

 

Inevitably, the daily beers joined the rest of the mundane things in my life that I felt were slowly siphoning off what little youthful zest I still retained. I needed something new. I needed something enlightening. That's when I found the thing that would change everything for me: Jack Daniel's.

 

Man, was it great. Instead of coming home each night and drinking some piss-water brews, I started sipping on Kentucky's finest. Where the beer just seemed to make me more miserable, JD gave me an energetic new outlook on life. More importantly, it took me out of the house and into the big, bright world.

 

Unfortunately, the "big, bright world" was usually just some dimly lit bar in the weird part of the city. They had sticky floors and sticky people. It was disgusting. Glasses were rarely washed before being used to serve another customer. The condom dispensers only dispensed wet wipes. The girls left outlines of their cameltoes on the vinyl barstools. You were all but guaranteed to get herpes from the bowls of peanuts they had set out.

 

Of course I loved it. Fueled by the bourbon, I became a god with the bar skanks. Five minutes of chatting them up and i knew if we were going to end up practicing WCW moves in the nude on the back seat of my Ford Contour. How did I know? It was the way they would flip their hair when we talked and also the way they would let me casually finger them while having that same talk.

 

It took about two months of this before my wife found out. It was around Memorial Day. I had come home one night and she noticed it was missing my wedding ring. I'm pretty sure I lost it while talking to a girl at the bar. I promised to track it down. Said it would never happen again. Even said I would quit drinking. Wasn't enough, though. There in the living room, with my mouth stinking of whisky and my hand stinking of stale tuna, she told me she wanted to end it. By Labor Day, we were officially divorced.

 

I signed over the house and moved into a studio apartment above a nice elderly Armenian man. He's deaf, so I can fart as loud as I please, which is nice. Yes, I was planning to continue my routine in this new life. But while trying to fall asleep in my new place one of the first nights, I decided that I no longer wanted each night to include me getting drunk and going down on a girl I just met whose name was something like Tanya or Crystal and who probably hadn't showered in several days. I quit all that, cold turkey.

 

But the boredom came back. Different than before, but still something that would have led me down a dangerous, sticky path. That path had already cost me my marriage, house, and nearly my job.

 

I needed something to occupy my mind. Something cheap since the divorce and Valtrex prescription had left my entertainment budget a bit limited. I went on Google and searched "best websites 2009." A link to a list of websites from Time.com popped up. The sites were divided into different categories. Fark, Digg, McSweeney's, etc. One by one, I diligently explored them. They were plenty interesting, but hardly good for more than an hour of entertainment before becoming repetitive. But then I got to Reddit.

 

I was hooked within minutes. But I didn't make an account until a year later. My first attempt at a username was "vargas," but some lame computer programmer already took it, so I added a couple underscores. Jackpot. My first post was about all the people who had cameos in Mystery Men. I think it got about twelve upvotes. Whatever. The important thing was that it stimulated me enough to stop drinking and having anonymous sex when I came home from work.

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A few years ago, I was in the habit of coming home from work, putting on some syndicated episodes of Seinfeld or Frasier while plopping down on the couch, and immediately starting in on a sixer of some kind of cheap beer, like Rolling Rock or Miller High Life. It got to the point where I was doing this four or five times a week. It wasn't the healthiest routine, but it was all I could do to stave off the boredom of what had become a mundane existence; cauliflower house in the suburbs surrounded by retired people that yelled "slow down!" If you drove by them doing more than five, cauliflower wife that made me eat kale and watch Bones, cauliflower job inspecting old bridges for critical safety issues.

 

It was all cauliflower. It was like that part in The Shawshank Redemption when Lt. Dan said "Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Only try to realize the truth." Well, I tried to realize the truth each night after work with a bunch of beers. I got no truth out of them, though. Only funny smelling pee.

 

Inevitably, the daily beers joined the rest of the mundane things in my life that I felt were slowly siphoning off what little youthful zest I still retained. I needed something new. I needed something enlightening. That's when I found the thing that would change everything for me: Jack Daniel's.

 

Man, was it great. Instead of coming home each night and drinking some piss-water brews, I started sipping on Kentucky's finest. Where the beer just seemed to make me more miserable, JD gave me an energetic new outlook on life. More importantly, it took me out of the house and into the big, bright world.

 

Unfortunately, the "big, bright world" was usually just some dimly lit bar in the weird part of the city. They had sticky floors and sticky people. It was disgusting. Glasses were rarely washed before being used to serve another customer. The condom dispensers only dispensed wet wipes. The girls left outlines of their cameltoes on the vinyl barstools. You were all but guaranteed to get herpes from the bowls of peanuts they had set out.

 

Of course I loved it. Fueled by the bourbon, I became a god with the bar skanks. Five minutes of chatting them up and i knew if we were going to end up practicing WCW moves in the nude on the back seat of my Ford Contour. How did I know? It was the way they would flip their hair when we talked and also the way they would let me casually finger them while having that same talk.

 

It took about two months of this before my wife found out. It was around Memorial Day. I had come home one night and she noticed it was missing my wedding ring. I'm pretty sure I lost it while talking to a girl at the bar. I promised to track it down. Said it would never happen again. Even said I would quit drinking. Wasn't enough, though. There in the living room, with my mouth stinking of whisky and my hand stinking of stale tuna, she told me she wanted to end it. By Labor Day, we were officially divorced.

 

I signed over the house and moved into a studio apartment above a nice elderly Armenian man. He's deaf, so I can fart as loud as I please, which is nice. Yes, I was planning to continue my routine in this new life. But while trying to fall asleep in my new place one of the first nights, I decided that I no longer wanted each night to include me getting drunk and going down on a girl I just met whose name was something like Tanya or Crystal and who probably hadn't showered in several days. I quit all that, cold turkey.

 

But the boredom came back. Different than before, but still something that would have led me down a dangerous, sticky path. That path had already cost me my marriage, house, and nearly my job.

 

I needed something to occupy my mind. Something cheap since the divorce and Valtrex prescription had left my entertainment budget a bit limited. I went on Google and searched "best websites 2009." A link to a list of websites from Time.com popped up. The sites were divided into different categories. Fark, Digg, McSweeney's, etc. One by one, I diligently explored them. They were plenty interesting, but hardly good for more than an hour of entertainment before becoming repetitive. But then I got to Reddit.

 

I was hooked within minutes. But I didn't make an account until a year later. My first attempt at a username was "vargas," but some lame computer programmer already took it, so I added a couple underscores. Jackpot. My first post was about all the people who had cameos in Mystery Men. I think it got about twelve upvotes. Whatever. The important thing was that it stimulated me enough to stop drinking and having anonymous sex when I came home from work.

for a troll you seem to invest a lot of your time. Nevertheless I had a good laugh. Funny guy
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I am the one they call Scooter Dorn, scooter is a nickname from broadcasting school and Dorn is a reference to war hammer 40k. I'm also known as cossak11 on steam. I used to do a lot of tabletop RPGs n stuff and lived with dial up for twenty miserable years. I currently go to broadcasting school and work on a podcast called virtual psychosis with The esteemed Quode (who failed to mention his initial psychotic tendencies in payday 2) Slayer12spitfire (a professional air humper) and Jon polp. I'm a paintball fanatic and an mtg addict. If you want to play payday 2 or fistful of frags you can catch me on steam on most days and times except Mondays and Wednesdays.

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I am the one they call Scooter Dorn, scooter is a nickname from broadcasting school and Dorn is a reference to war hammer 40k. I'm also known as cossak11 on steam. I used to do a lot of tabletop RPGs n stuff and lived with dial up for twenty miserable years. I currently go to broadcasting school and work on a podcast called virtual psychosis with The esteemed Quode (who failed to mention his initial psychotic tendencies in payday 2) Slayer12spitfire (a professional air humper) and Jon polp. I'm a paintball fanatic and an mtg addict. If you want to play payday 2 or fistful of frags you can catch me on steam on most days and times except Mondays and Wednesdays.

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