Pretty good day I had today. It was early release, so I got out at 12:00. Then I came home and found my CoD4 Limited Edition Swag Bag on my doorstep. It has two very nice posters on it, some stickers (WOO), two stich on badge thingys, a CoD4 hat, and a mission I can do to win a free CoD4 copy. Oh, and a cool water bottle. After that I decided to go to PetsMart and ended up getting a guinea pig. NO clue how that happened. Well yea, I have a tan guinea pig now...named Nuggets (lol). He's kinda freaked right now. Hiding in the corner on his cage. And he's fast. Everytime you go near him he freaks out, and it scares me. So yea.

I may be winning a CoD4 flashdrive soon. 1GB. Hopefully it will have bonus info on it if I win it.

Like the topic says, I'm in this topic on the Charlie Oscar Delta site for CoD4. I ended up tied for 4th in points, a long with 20 others. So I just got an e-mail saying to be entered in the tie-breaker contest, you must complete a mission. It is to show how you are a CoD fan. You can send in anything you want. The community votes for the top 7, and they win flash drives. Even if I don't win, I will still get a prize.

Anyone have any ideas?

My first major short film, "The Goliath: Unfinished" was released today. To understand why it's an unfinished version, please visit the thread on the FPSU Board. Yep.

In this HSM (Me )/FPSU movie, young Goliath, driver of the Goliath, is minding his own buisness, when all of a sudden, he keeps getting pulled over!

You may find it funny, you may find it really...stupid...

Here is the embedded player:

It all started out one stormy day. Actually, at the time of the beginning of the story it was hot and sunny. But anyway, I was playing airsoft with my friends. When all of a sudden, it started pouring with RAIN! MUHAHAHAHA! Being just rain, we thought it would be fun to play out in the rain. We were right. But then a very severe thunderstorm started, so we went into my friend's garage. We were shooting the basketnet and trees, when someone noticed the neighbors on their porch watching us. We didn't take much notice, but then the same friend heard something. He told us all to be quiet...and another person heard it. It was the...POPO.

So, the neighbors called the police on us. When the car came up to us, the neighbors had gone inside. They ask us what we were doing, and we say playing airsoft, of course. So the police officer was saying how they got a report from someone saying that they heard gunshots, so they decided to investigate it. Then they saw us with guns and thought they were real and that we were aiming at them (the basketball net and stuff were in the general direction of them).

Yes. Interesting story, huh? 

w00t! I decided to change my theme from BF2142 to Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare.

My avatar and sig changed, and my banners next.

Yes. That will be all. 

Yep. I made a weird movie.

I had to write a story in Language Arts. Tell me what you think. I think its pretty good for a child who hasn't even graduated middle school yet.

 "Get up dear, get up!" My mom had run into my room and grabbed me out of bed before I was even awake. As my senses came to, I could see the flashes of light outside my window, accompanied by the explosions. The silent night, no longer silent, had turned into a nightmare. Only being 7, I didn't understand what was happening. I was living in war-torn London during the Second World War. My family sought refuge in our neighbor's bomb-shelter. This was becoming a daily routine. At that time, only one thing was on my mind: how to survive.

The next day, my mother finally made the tough decision my brother and me hoped would never have to be made. I, along with my brother James, was going to be sent out into the country to live with me uncle. He was only 4 at the time, so I had to take good care of him. As I walked into the train station, my single paper back of clothing in hand, I took a good look around. There were many other families doing the same thing we were. Kids and parents alike, as they hugged their final hug for a long time, were crying throughout the station. A sudden ROAR caught my attention. I had to cover my ears to block the deafening noise. I had seen a train before, but never this close. The train screeched to a halt. As the door opened, the only people who would ever be brave enough to return to London during the nightly raids, walked out. I still member the look on those soldiers faces. They were mournful and angry at the same time. I could tell they had been through a lot. A lot more than I would ever hope to see. After I hugged my mom goodbye, I helped my brother into the train. I was obscured in the crowd of others, and never saw my mother again before I left.

The train was scheduled to leave at 5:00 PM. This way, we would be clear of London before the bombing started. As the train started moving, I prayed for my mom, at home alone. I also prayed for my dad, fighting of somewhere I never heard of. Would I ever see them again? My train of thought was interrupted by the conductor telling me that this was my stop. I woke my brother up from him nap and disembarked from the train. After a short ten minute walk, I arrived at my uncle's house. I stood in front of the house with my brother, just staring at that house. Little did I know I would spend the next 10 years in that house, and the rest of my life in that small town in the Yorkshire Dales.

Even today, in the year 2007, I still see that image of me standing there, just staring at that ancient, red brick house. I still live in that town, along with my brother. We are both grown up now, with wives and children. My uncle has long since passed away. While we was arrive, he told me that my dad had died fighting in the mountains in Italy. My mom? Well, I don't know what happened to her. Hopefully one day I'll return to London, and look for her, if she lived through these years. Every time I see a little boy, walking down the street with his younger brother, oblivious of events outside our little town, the memory of what occurred during my childhood comes back to mind. As I grew older and wiser, I learned the cost of war. Not only in lives wasted, but also the price the innocent have to pay.