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I haven't been on here for more than a year, but I'm glad some people noticed what I posted, including the game creator himself (it's not everyday that THAT happens). When I posted the topic, I really had no experience with a forum before, and neglected to check whether the company was shut down (or even a company at all for that matter). However, I am grateful for everyone that did notice, and that HeavyBoss has a company that is still up and successfully running.

#10: El Camino (The Black Keys). What I love about this album is that it sounds like it could have come from the 70s or 80s. It has that old-sounding classic rock feel to it, and for a modern-day band to be able to pull that off with huge mainstream success is a feat all its own. a_426RiwST8 #9: Led Zeppelin (Led Zeppelin) I know, putting them on a top ten list almost seems cliched now, but there's a reason why they're so good. For me, they represent the beginning age of hard rock, a changing of the guard from the pop-sounding rhythms the beatles-era brought. And for me, this album emcompasses their style that would set the stage for many years to come. 9J8-xmbfBWc #8: Crystal Ball (Styx) For me, styx is one of those bands that really advanced the movement of rock and piano songs together. And Crystal Ball is where the best memeber of the band came forth for the first time: Tommy Shaw, known for writing their best known songs, most of which came after this album. 9b-i0XknSnM #7: The Stranger (Billy Joel) Billy Joel was one of those guys whose best work was in his early years (like the Beatles) And The Stranger is one of those cases. Every song is so well put together that each one tells a different story, which is what great songwriting should do. ctPPnPygCd8 #6: Stiff Upper Lip (AC/DC) This album doesn't reflect AC/DC's usual style, and is more of a blues-sounding album than anything. But it does its job well, and provides some of the most kick-ass sounding riffs for one of their most underrated albums. kkaNdnDt95I #5: Hold Your Colour (Pendulum) Ok, now when my friend had told me about pendulum, I hated techno music. But this album completely changed my perspective on that. This album provides an expeirience that i really can't describe, you just have to hear it for yourself. UINhE8L1yXg #4: Origin of Symmetry (Muse) Blending together space sounding effects one would hear from Doctor Who and hard rock, this band knew how to make some creative music, and Origin of Symmetry showcases their musical talent the best by working more on the rock side than the space sounds which would take place in their later works bfs2mhCSNNY #3: Sticky Fingers/ Let It Bleed (Rolling Stones) I really can't decide between the 2 of these. The Roling Stones are almost as much of a staple in the music industry as the beatles, and for good reason too. I'd prefer them over the beatles any day, and that's because they weren't afraid to show the ugly side of life, and not just promote a peace message. Both of these albums emcompass the turmoil and laughter that was occurring during their time, and the songs are so different in style but yet i couldn't see them fit any other way than in Let it Bleed and Sticky Fingers. phxNVx3Jyq0 CJ8MvnEVCqM #2: Who's Next? (The Who) If someone were to come up to me and ask me what i thought were the greatest artists of hard rock of all time were, The Who would be it. They had their hard rock sounds since the 60s, when peace and love were the messages known throughout american and european culture. While people consider Led Zeppelin to be the greatest hard rock band of all time, most forget that the Who came before them, and perfected the genre along the way, and Who's Next shows how they've matured as a band both in style and sound. cyv_65o1HDY #1: Core/Purple (Stone Temple Pilots) You know that moment when you listen to the radio and you hear a great song? You don't know the name of the song, but you shove it away for later. Then you hear it again, this time you hear the song's name, and the band. So you then look it up to find the album of said song to find that you love every single song on the album, and then after listening to it you find another album they have. And after a year or so you finally realize just how much this band has changed your life forever? Such is the case with Stone Temple Pilots, who's albums change style every time at the drop of a hat, but in a good way that overall represents just how great a band they are. When i heard both of these albums, i couldn't decide which one was better over the other, because both of them are so influential on the music i listen to today that i couldn't not include them in this list. 2oPeZFOpPAM yjJL9DGU7Gg

After heavy editing, here's what i came up with again for my first chapter. My second one is still in process, but just know that I'll have it done before May 10th at the latest. I. Incubation It all begins with a sound. Not a sharp, succinct sound, but one that drools on with the benevolence of a soft degree, loud enough to barely be heard. Did I say it was benevolent? Well now it’s not. The volume approaches its peak, loud enough for me to say goodbye to the happy reveries I was basking in just moments before, gone for good. Just like my freedom and my respect. That much is made clear based upon where I’ve woken up in…or what I’ve woken up in. The sheer darkness sends me into a panic already. So black, that my mind immediately wanders off to its darkest corners for means of an explanation. But then… The one source of light that I can see makes its presence known as focus fills my sleep-driven eyes. It is a low-lit amber light bulb hanging from a noose-tight cord in the ceiling. And I can only see that four walls enclose my space, nothing more. I feel sore throughout my entire body, but my head feels explicitly worse. So I place my hands on my head to massage it, when I realize it’s completely shaven off. Wait, no it’s not, not completely. I can feel a clump of hair on the back of my neck, in the formation of 2 circles banded together. But why is my head shaven? I lose my focus. Suddenly the inside of my head is pounded with pain, hard enough for me to lose my train of thought, and then I scream. It appears that the walls are closing in. I can hear them closing in. I scream again, the noise grows in volume. And then sudden silence. I wait for a few seconds, regain focus again, and from what I can tell, the walls are back to their normal positions, though I can’t entirely be sure. The amber bulb suddenly fritzes brightly for a moment and then explodes, the glass falling on top of me. My one source of light, gone. Blackness again for a few seconds. Then the brighter lights come on. From the top of the ceiling, neon lights illuminate the room and portray the hell that I've been brought into. The walls are filled with green wallpaper, a puke green. There’s a red door in front of me, and a window to my right. A red brick wall covers up the outside of the window completely, forcing dreadful thoughts of prisons into my mind, with no way out. Closer examination of the concrete floor I’m standing on brings about a new discovery. Parts of it are darker than the others, marked in some sort of paint. The paint makes out multiple lines and curves, and as I walk around the room, those markings form out letters, then words. A specific message clearly spells out that something more sinister is going on here, as I read: “WELCOME TOM.” Dread consumes my brain. Thus the thought that this might just be a horrible nightmare I’m in becomes endangered, then extinct. Someone brought me here tonight, to this room. Or is it morning? Caring about it fails me, so I decide there’s nothing better for me to do than go through the door. I run for it by instinctual reaction. I can’t go through the door, it’s locked. I curse under my breath. Whoever did this wouldn’t make it easy for me, that much was certainly a fraction of reality. Whatever reality I can grasp at this point. I begin to look further around the room. Except for the smashed light bulb, I can’t seem to find anything of use to open the door. One of the bricks in the window suddenly pushes itself out from the wall and falls down to the floor, murdering the silence immediately with a violent passion. I scream again, but this time from sudden fright. After waiting a minute or so to calm down, I can grasp 2 more fractions of reality. First, it’s still dark out, and it appears to be raining profusely. Second, the brick has a hollowed out spot in one of its sides, where there’s a piece of parchment paper within. I care not to look through the hole in the wall it made, for fear of someone watching me. That fear is easily confirmed when I hear a beeping noise from above. I look up and realize that a small camera hangs on the wall opposite the one with the walled-off window, staring right at me with its malignant glass eye. I stare back at it, and another realization comes from chaos into order: that someone is watching me right now. I hope the camera has audio recording, because it would be a shame for the words I start spewing to go to waste. I see that there’s nothing better to do but look at the paper. It says: You’ve Got to Pick a Pocket or 2. Then I check my pockets. I see that in my left is a brass key which by logic should fit the door up ahead, and then in my right, a switchblade knife. I check the door, the key fits. The knife ready at my side, I take a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever lies ahead, and I think to myself for a few more seconds to recap all that’s happened so far. And then my thoughts turn to them. I swear on every breath I have that if whoever is behind this did anything to them, I will make sure that they pay dearly. I’ll make them suffer until they’re hanging on the last threads of life, and then they’ll beg for me to kill them. I hope that’s not what’s happening to me right now…

Does anyone remember these things from the 90's? Those finger boards kids would play at school all the time, trying to do skateboarding tricks with them. Well i picked this up at a dollar store all the way out in Columbia, Illinois. Apparently some random company that went out of business before it got relatively noticed (called DigitalPlayset) made a set of pc games where you can play as specific tech deck characters and do skating tricks around a themed skate park. It was like an open world skate park game, like most ones nowadays. It came with a disc and 2 tech deck characters, the ones you would play in the game. [attachment=0]51w5dvPLhqL__SL500_AA300_.jpg[/attachment] Also it was like a collectible series. So there were 4 collectible discs, making a total of 8 collectible characters. I think there was space one, china-themed one, horror-themed one, and a downtown city one. I just happened to stumble upon all 4, but i lost the Downtown one a while ago when i cleaned out my house. Also, i just found a youtube video and explains how it was also an unreleased xbox game, a demo for the system a while back. Though this isn't the exact same as the games i had, it has all the tricks and features. Though i have no idea what that blue key was for(that spin action would also take down robots in your way, that always told you "dude that hurt" whenever you killed them) I58t-EUjY-k

Yeah, I've played these games too. My god, were these messed up. Scared me pretty good too. Parts of it were dry in the pacing though, but they made up for that amnesia. That game is the only game i'm afraid to play at all, and i'm one of those people who can sit through the exorcist and not get scared whatsoever.

Thanks for all the critique so far. I will take what you all said, and work with it. And no Simon, it doesn't sound smart-assed. I know people who are, and you aren't one of them. Oh, and the run-on sentences are part of the style. If you absolutely think I should change that, let me know.

Rough draft of prologue and first chapter of book. I absolutely welcome criticism on this, especially nitpick like, so long as it doesn't attack me personally. Examination He received. He pondered. He knew. He left. He walked. He opened. He drove. He stopped. He ran. He found. He questioned. He realized. He cried. He ate. He drank. He slept. He recovered. He tested HE PASSED… I. Incubation It all begins with a sound. Oh, not a sharp, succinct sound, but one that drools on with the benevolence of a soft degree, loud enough to barely be heard. Did I say it’s benevolent? Well now it’s not. The frequency goes high enough for me to say goodbye to the happy reveries I was basking in just moments before, gone for good. Just like my freedom and my respect. That much is made clear based upon where I’ve woken up in…or what I’ve woken up in. The sheer darkness sends me into a panic already. The one source of light makes its presence as focus fills my sleep-driven eyes. It is an amber light bulb hanging from a noose-tight cord in the ceiling. I can only see that four walls enclose my space, nothing more. Or is it five? Three? I lose my focus. Suddenly the inside of my head is pounded with pain, hard enough for me to lose my train of thought, and then I scream. And it appears that the walls are closing in. I can hear them closing in. I scream again. And the sound gets louder. And then suddenly silence. It scares me too. I regain focus again, and from what I can tell, the walls are back to their normal positions, though I can’t entirely be sure. The bulb suddenly fritzes brightly for a second and then explodes. Blackness again for a second. And then the brighter lights come on. From the top of the ceiling, neon lights illuminate the room and portray my hell in which I have been brought in to. I can’t think straight. I can see that at least I’m still wearing the pajamas I had from…when? Last thing I can remember is falling asleep next to Eliza after we had said our peace about the divorce papers. Oh good lord, I hope she’s ok. The walls are filled with green wallpaper, a puke green. There’s a red door in front of me, and a window to my right. A red brick wall covers up the outside of the window completely. There are markings on the wall. As I read them, the words, in white graffiti paint, my heart skips a beat: “WELCOME THOMAS” my name clear as crystal. The thought that this might be just a horrible nightmare I’m part of becomes endangered, then extinct. Someone wants me here tonight. Or is it morning? Caring about it fails me, so I decide there’s nothing better for me to do than go through the door. I run for it by instinctual reaction. I can’t go through the door. It’s locked. I curse under my breath. Whoever did this wouldn’t make it easy for me, that much was certainly a fraction of reality. Whatever reality I can grasp at this point. So I begin to look around the room. Except for the smashed light bulb, I can’t seem to find anything of use to open the door. One of the bricks in the window suddenly pushes itself out from the wall and falls down to the floor, breaking the silence immediately with violent passion. This is where I can grasp 2 more fractions of reality: it’s still dark out, and it appears to be raining profusely. And there’s a piece of parchment paper inside the brick. I care not to look through the hole it made, for fear of someone watching me. But that fear is easily confirmed when I hear a beeping noise from above. I look up and realize that a small camera hangs on the wall opposite the one with the window, staring right in my direction. I stare back at it, and I hope it has audio recording. It would be a shame for the words to go to waste as I spew everything I can at them. After giving the camera a one-finger salute, I pick up the paper and read it. It says: You’ve Got to Pick a Pocket or 2. And then I check my pockets. I see that in my left is a brass key which by logic should fit the door up ahead, and then in my right, a switchblade knife. I check the door, the key fits. I open the door, the knife at my side, and then I prepare myself for whatever lies ahead. And I swear on every living breath that I have that if whoever is behind this has done anything to harm Eliza or little Kathy, I will make sure that they lose everything and everyone dear to them. Then I’ll make them suffer until they’re hanging on the last threads of life, and then they’ll beg for me to kill them. I hope that’s not what’s happening to me right now…

I remember getting this a while back from quiktrip. Yes, that's right, quiktrip sold this game for 5 bucks. It was definitely worth it though. Apparently i can only find this image of the cover of the game, and to this day have only found 1 guy do a playthrough of this thing on youtube. You basically play as a bunch of floating hover tanks and shoot stuff to go to the next level, and every now and then was a boss. I don't see how this didn't get recognized enough, though. It has some of the catchiest music i've ever heard in a game, and the boss fights are epic when they do occur. Plus it had some kind of online battle arena feature that i could never work because no one else was online with it. Ever. I don't know, share your thoughts if any of you have ever seen anything like this. OH, and here's a link to part 1 of his walkthrough, anyone can watch from then on if they feel inclined...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6ogQwcKgKc&feature=relmfu