Post Out Of Order
Because I had nothing better to do, I figured I might as well stick my "goodbye" post here, and use it to comment on what Kat says.
Quick interrupt: Bullshit. The people on the internet (read: IRC) are more judgemental than anyone you'll meet in everyday life, because they know they can get away with it since you probably won't be able to track them down and give them the punch in the nose they deserve.
I saved the original "Getting to know you all" if anyone wants it. Here's my original post there:
Hmm. This really is a wonderful idea, even if I've never seen most of these people. Where to begin?
My name's Katarhyne Lynn Stone, and I'm soon-to-be 19 [update: I'm now 19]. I live in Nederland, Texas, a little shit-town just east of Beaumont, Texas, which is about an hour east of Houston.
A lot of people comment that I'm not a very normal person. That's okay, my entire life has been abnormal. I think I'll pull a Lut here and ramble on for awhile.
When I was born, I was a very strange-looking child, even for a newborn. I was bright red, blood-red, as my skin was literally transparent. Still is, actually. Also, I was born with a heart defect resulting from my unique condition, Turner's Syndrome. About 99% of babies born with Turner's Syndrome die within one week of birth.
Normally, girls are born with two X chromosomes, and boys are born with an X and a Y. I was unlucky enough to be born with only one X. I'm wholly female, obviously, but unfortunately (or fortunately, for some of you sickos out there), I'll never grow up - I'll never go through puberty. I'm stuck four feet tall and flatchested for the rest of my life. Add on top of that albinism, and...well, it's not hard to understand why I'm not normal.
That's why I prize the internet so much. Here, I can talk to people without being judged automatically. I hated school. Noone wanted to talk to me. Noone even wanted to be associated with me. So I withdrew - I discovered machines and never turned back.
Remember, the rule of IRC is "survival of the biggest assholes", and, well, I've finally outgrown the slight amusement that IRC has given me.
On the other hand, everyone ELSE loves Kat. I once had the (stupidity/balls/ignorance/choose your own damn word) to propose to Kat. Uh. Oh well, there's still hope for me yet, maybe.
I love machines. All types - especially cars, guns, and computers. It's a very male trait; odd, considering my rampant femininity, but nevertheless, I've never cared for people. I guess that's why I'm such a bitch sometimes on these forums and on the comment threads. Forgive me if I've hurt your feelings. I really am a nice person, if a bit cliquey.
I love to help people, too. Some of you have benefited from my assistance (like Herr Heinemann), and already know that, but don't hesitate to ask me a question, especially about anything hardware. I enjoy shop talk.
Getting back to my life - I hate my parents. And then, of course, I'll be hypocritical and say that I'm daddy's little girl. But honestly, my parents don't know how to love me. It's not their fault; I'm a freak, I understand that. But they've never made me feel loved. Nor my brother. Why?
BTW, my opinion of my two little sisters is that I wish they'd stop feeling like it's their duty to annoy the fuck out of me.
Because, well, to be blunt, we're rich. We're loaded. We're fabulously wealthy beyond your wildest dreams and damned if we can't fix a problem by throwing money at it, at least, according to my parents. And that includes familial obligations, like being affectionate with your children.
Family life in our home has always been awkward. None of us get along, save my brother and I, (and there's six of us in the house) because our relationships are just too awkward. My father sits around, works (he works perhaps 60 hours a week, since he works out of home, and doesn't care to see any of the rest of us, apparently), and drinks beer. Occasionally, when he gets really drunk, he decides that it's time to show his dear sweet daughters and sons how much he loves them and gets all maudlin, but...::sighs:: It's all fake. My mother keeps to herself as well, at home, usually either out in her garden, or reading, but she goes out a lot, too, alone, or even with other guys sometimes. My dad doesn't care - he never has. I think my mom has even put nude pictures on the 'net.
My older brother Michael and my older sister Chelsea (fraternal twins, just like my brother Zak and myself - another oddity of our family) tend to ignore me. I'm the archtypical 'bratty kid sister' in their eyes, and perhaps, sometimes, I am, but I still wish they'd either A) move out or B) be a little friendlier. You know, act like we're siblings, not roommates. I'm not very close with them at all, and that's not helped by the fact that they're 10 years older than I am.
And now for the rest of what I have to say.
My twin brother Zak is about the only person in my non-internet life I really give half a damn about. He's my fraternal twin, and he's about the biggest potsmoker in Texas, but, he's still a sweetie. He's probably gonna start hanging around here and in #doom more often, now that he's kinda moving away from his druggie friends and more towards our mutual computer-geek friends.
Anyway, if you think I sound interesting, IM me or something (AIM: Kyutika) sometime. Or come find me on OPN. I'm shy in person, but online, I'm pretty brazen. ::smiles::
Maybe one of you can still my perpetual boredom for a few minutes.
From Texas with Love,
You know, it occurred to me later that I hadn't really said anything about gaming and my likes and dislikes and such. Hmm. I like techno music, the harder the better (especially gabber/speedcore/terrortrance and such - http://www.mp3.com/hyperdriver is my favorite band), and I like metal and rapcore, too, but really, I like all music to varying degrees.
As far as gaming and related stuff, I enjoy all 3Dness, whether they be 3D action games (Quake3, UnrealTournament) or 3D world simulations (Half-Life, System Shock 2, Deus Ex, Black and White), or even 3D Winamp plug-ins. I love 3Dness.
I've always enjoyed the thought of virtual reality. I used to read usenet newsgroups through a BBS here locally, and I eagerly anticpated the release of Doom, even back in 1993. I was only, what, 11? Gah. I preordered it from iD software, and I remember vividly how excited I was when it came in. I grabbed the light brown packaging, tore it apart, removed the treasured and long-awaited version 1.1 commercial diskettes, and installed it on my computer. I tried to set it up for my Advanced Gravis Ultrasound, but...well, that wasn't working, so I had to default to my Sound Blaster 16. That computer was a 486DX2/66Mhz with 16MB of RAM. I loved that machine. That machine was the only reason I even made it through middle school - it and the 386/40Mhz before it. And, of course, Doom ran like a dream.
Doom scared the piss out of me. Literally. I'll never forget the first time I ever played E1M8 and...well, let's just say I had an accident.
And of course, before Doom (and even afterwards, for some of these), it was Wolfenstein, and Blake Stone: Aliens of Gold, and Captain Comic, and Zork, and Kroz, and ZZT, and Jazz Jackrabbit, Traffic Department 2192, Dark Ages, Tyrian, Linewars (and the sequel), Epic Pinball, Fire Fight (much later, actually), Laser Squad, the myriad AD&D games, both gold box and '3D' versions, Catacombs 3D (much earlier), and...ahh...Commander Keen, of course, and I can't ever forget One Must Fall: 2097. What about Infocon's great Battletech games, or Mechwarrior? Such nostalgia.
Anyone here ever play Princess Maker? The second one remains one of my favorite games of all time.
Anyway, enough of me pining for the golden age of DOS and shareware. As far as my involvement in the doom community goes, I've never done any maps, graphics, or anything, that's been released. I've done a ton of sound replacements and .deh patches, but none have seen distribution. I even re-did all the sounds in Immoral Conduct, since the ones they have suck. Bad. My uncle owns a gun shop. I know what guns sound like. Those aren't guns. (well, some of them aren't)
Oh, and disregard the picture of me here on doomworld. I keep telling lingweesa to take it down, and...gyeh.
Did I get it all this time?
/me it up.
First: Recidivus is a complete and utter asshole.
Second: #doom is a forum for squashing independent thought. Just TRY to talk to one of the ops on a subject where your opinion differs and watch your ass go flying repeatedly.
Third: Everyone has the right to feel their life has been a complete waste - if you haven't actually done anything important, then you're correct in feeling that way. I know this because... well, because I haven't done anything important.
Fourth: I'm having my name legally changed to Kowoika Dzeshamista. Why? Because I feel like it.
Fifth: Don't expect to see me again around here.
Sixth: The hell with all of you (excluding Kat).
Seventh: Uh... there is no seventh thing.
Good luck to all of you hosers, morons, freaks, wang dispensers, and assholes.