KingDrewsky

Name: KingDrewsky
Joined On: Mar 24, 2005
Maintag: King Drewsky
Age: 33
Occupation: Project Manager
Location: Deland, FL
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Last seen: 11/21/08

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11/20/08

I Hate Flying Commercial

Apparently, Batman doesn't like it much either.

I'm not that into 'juicy' asses. What kind of juice does an ass put forth? Not orange juice, that's fo sho.

Credit: www.beaucoupkevin.com/blog/i-bet-tsa-had-a-field-day-with-the-utility-belt/2008/11/18/

Posted by KingDrewsky @ 1:38 pm EDT | Permalink | 2 Comments

11/06/08

Fallout 3 Journal Entry

Arr, thar be spoilars b’low.

From the log of Owen Archer, privateer extraordinaire:

Date: After Exile +4

Moria asked me to visit a minefield in a neighboring town. I agreed as I am trying to get in her good graces. There are a lot of attractive qualities about that woman; her inventory, her workbench, her ammunition stock. She’s quite the lass and I feel that good things will happen for me if I help her out. I happen to be quite talented with things that go BOOM so this job sounded right up my alley.

I headed northish from Mega-lame and had an uneventful journey. A few mole rats, some type of scorpion thing, nothing major. I reached the town by nightfall. There were still a few houses that hadn’t been leveled by the Earth Scorchers. I had never seen free standing houses before that hadn’t been in some picture book or vid-screen.

The first few mines were laid on the outside of town. I had no problem disabling them and putting them in my pack. I was able to reach the first house unscathed and easily picked the lock. Inside was a dead raider who left a blood trail from the front door. He must not have made it through the mine field as easily as I.

After a bit of scavenging, I headed for the next house. A mine went off next to me that I must have missed in my eagerness to do more looting. I cautiously proceeded to disarm the next mine when I heard a large clap and felt pain in my shoulder. I peered toward the other end of town and some old coot was barreling me down the length of his sniper rifle. I hurried across the street to find some cover, tripping two more mines in my haste. My right knee went numb and I had to use a Stimpy on it.

At the distance I was at, none of my weapons could get a bead on the guy large than 20% in VATS. I was dead meat if I progressed further down the street. I’m good, but not good enough to disarm mines and dodge sniper fire at the same time. Back during my time at the Vault, I had developed a knack for sneaking around without getting caught. The girl’s shower room was a particular fond haunt of mine. Clean boobs, I miss them heartily.

Anyway, I pulled out my pistol and shot a mine towards my left to draw the snipers attention. I then hunkered down and headed right. I backed out of town and slinked my way around it. I was able to find a nice rock outcrop behind that dirty bastard. He was still looking for me in the town rubble. I had a couple of nades handy and I am quite handy with things that go BOOM. He was plinking at 40% via VATS. Not great, you know what they say, “Close only counts with horseshoes and hand grenades.”

I toss one up to his perch. Tap…Tap…drop. It went too far and bounced off of his landing and exploded two floors below. I readied up my next toss as he was scoping my brains. Tap…Tap…BOOM. Chunks of the ol man went flying all around. I made my way where he used to be and found a foot. In the foot I found his sniper rifle, some ammo, and master keys to the rest of the town. Sweet, sweet loot.

With Ol MacSniperson out of the picture I was able to gather up the remainder of the mines scattered around town with ease. I also rooted around the houses in town. Some of the homes had very little damage. I am wondering if I could set up a small camp here. The lack of exploding lawn art might make this place an attractive target for Raiders if they get wind of my exploits. I am apt to brag with a little whiskey in my system. Word could get around.

I can’t help but wonder what that old coot was doing out here. Did he lay the mines? Was he trying to protect the houses from looters like me? There wasn’t any treasure that I found that would be worth the effort on his part. Maybe this was where he lived before the exodus to the vaults and death rained from the sky. The skeletons I found embraced on a bed could have been his parents and the toys I trampled over could have been his own.

Fuck this sentimental shit, I got what I came for. I am headed back to Mega-lame on the morrow.

Posted by KingDrewsky @ 11:41 am EDT | Permalink | 5 Comments

04/24/08

Lollerkids

It's a well known fact that I like lolcats (which is weird because I don't actually like cats), so when I was looking over some recent pics of my kids I had an irrestible urge to make some funnies.

Connor did pretty well at the Easter Egg hunt. I'll give you a lil hint as to why:

Connor at Easter

I have never had much upper body strength. This is a problem I am hoping to rectify with Gavin.

38....39.....40

Gavin was born with a full head of hair and unlike most babies, it never fell out.

chicks dig the curls

Ok, this next one is just wrong and I am ashamed that I will sacrifice my dignity and humiliate my children just for a joke. It was just too funny not to delete. om nom nom nom

Posted by KingDrewsky @ 11:57 am EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments

09/10/07

BITCH STOLE MY 360

A photoshop master I am not.

Posted by KingDrewsky @ 4:55 pm EDT | Permalink | 5 Comments

08/14/07

2old2tackle Update

Breakout your draft charts and your excel cheat sheets. It's time to start re-grading players and preparing for the draft(s). Pre-season football has started and all the pigskin fans are waking out of their 7 month hibernation. (Seriously, could baseball be even more boring to watch?)

I am in the midst of preparing 2old2tackle, our semi-keeper pay league, for its 3rd season. I have brought a few rule revisions up with the owners and they are currently mulling them over. We are also hatching out a good date to hold our live draft. So far, it is looking like Wednesday, August 29th . We are running things through CBS Sportsline and received a hefty discount for this year, which means more pot money.

As with last year, we are losing a couple members and I will need to fill those slots. The entry fee is $40. We keep 2 players from the prior year’s roster and then draft the rest. Send me a PM if you are interested and I can send you more details.

Unfortunately my dearest pal, BC Kinetic, won’t be joining us this year. I have searched high and low to find a replacement that will match his skill level and I think I have found him. Check out the new owner of the Bay Area Beavers (might have to change the name, though.)