Some fucking dorkus malorkus on the internet posted this video of him deleting his World of Warcraft characters. Apparently he’s played the game a shitload, and he’s like, lonely and stuff:

via kotaku:

Internet person haiksterbnh   spent nearly five years of his life playing World of Warcraft, clocking over 24,000 hours. He created a Level 73 Shaman and a Level 80 Priest. But after “having no friends…at all”, he made an important decision.

In a video he posted on YouTube, the 34-year-old haiksterbnh is apparently giving away all his in-game items and deleting his characters. Sure, he could have sold his account, but deleting everything seems far more cathartic.

What a dumb fucking move. Maybe I’m a hater, but this is how I see it. Haikster-guy, if you’re a 34 year-old guy and you have no friends, deleting your characters isn’t going to save your social life. In fact, when you wake up the next morning without our purples and your phat loots, you’re probably going to barf blood as you fire off an e-mail to Blizzard begging for restoration. WoW didn’t kill your social skills, and you probably just lost your closest group of friends. Who cares if they’re on the internet, tangibility is so 20th Century.

Hit the jump to watch this guy make the biggest mistake of his past ten years or so.

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[deviant art via kotaku]

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Take that, Batman! Maybe when you spy on Wonder Woman and Superman, they’ll just engage you in some ethical debate. But Donkey Kong? Fuck that shit! He knows you videotaped him masturbating to one of Princess Peach’s scarves, and he’s mad as fuck. Prepare to get served.

Some fucking phenomenal shit right here. Welcome to outer-space, the greatest example of staggering relativity:

via new scientist:

A relatively small black hole has been spotted blowing bubbles with diameters of more than 300-1500 light years.

Robert Soria of the University College London and colleagues pored over images and data from the European Southern Observatory and Chandra X-ray Observatory, zeroing in on an unusually large remnant from a supernova explosion. Its host galaxy appears in the Sculptor constellation of Earth’s southern sky, around 12.7 million light years away.

They discovered three hot spots in the x-ray emissions, all in a row, and identified the central one as the core of a black hole a few times larger than the sun. The two spots flanking the core are produced by jets colliding with interstellar gas.

A nearby star feeds the black hole, giving it energy to shoot a flood of particles out each side at near the speed of light. These jets are much more powerful than expected for a black hole of this size, blowing bubbles that expand faster than the speed of sound. The finding suggests that more of the energy spent by a black hole goes into accelerating matter – rather than emitting x-rays – than previously supposed.

DIAMETERS OF 300-1500 LIGHT YEARS.

WHAT THE FUCK.

The universe is great.

[legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a six-word story to win a bar bet — For sale: baby shoes, never worn. leading to the author’s birthday, I’m going to offer a daily post of my own six-word story. readers are encouraged to respond with their own]

Day Eight; He regretted previous seven.

[pixelation | weekly gaming column every wednesday or uh thursday]

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Sometimes, and this is the truth, the words don’t come. Sometimes, and if you’ll believe me that’d be fantastic, the brain dries up. No matter how many cans of Diet Mountain Dew, no matter how much news has me excited, nothing arises. And like a clenched fist, friends!, the fruits drip, slosh, fall out faster the more I struggle.

Sometimes, god dammit, I just don’t want to write.

A video game column. How fucking hard is it to channel, conjure, find something in the infinite abyss of newsmediasprawl to write about!

I haven’t played video games in a week, and to an extent, I don’t miss them. Sometimes, playing video games is daunting. Sometimes, the cliche that don’t mix work and pleasure makes sense to me. To cast aside a controller or to take my feet out of the pool really means that I have nothing to write about.

To churn, vomit, gag on words.

To puke, shit, scat my way through a column.

I got nothin’, ya’ll.

Sometimes the world doesn’t revolve around blast processing, and magic whistles, and sometimes it does. That’s what I’m finding.

Deadlines for various academic sources have me churning words not into Word Press, but Microsoft Word. Are you interested in theoretical lesson plans for a college class I’ll never teach? Do you want nine-hundred words on the subversive nature of the graphic novel used as a medium for ethnic expression?

Kid, I got you.

Kid! I promise. I got you.

Sometimes, it seems, a labor of love, becomes a labor of labor.

I ain’t whining though. Or maybe I am. Cock, fart, ejaculate. Just filling the quota, guys. Can’t go a sentence without a swear. My tombstone shall read “Fuck shit ass cunt.” A derivative of a derivative.

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Grant Morrison is one of comics’ superwunderminds in the past, god, I don’t know how many years. The Brothers Drinkwater here at Omega Level share a special source of reverence for the guy. And out of that reverence is born an extreme, extreme excitement for an upcoming documentary regarding him. Grant Morrison: Talking With Gods is bound to be ridiculous win. Not only is his writing surreal, essential, and just fucking enjoyable, but the man is a character. Heavy drug use back in the day, claims of communicating with aliens? Yeah bro, he done claimed that.

The trailer dropped for his documentary, and it pivots around an absurd moment that spawned his inspiration for All-Star Superman. Don’t like Superman? A) You’d like his run, B) The story behind the inspiration is amazing.

Hit the jump and check out the trailer.

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Boom! Hell yeah, fuck you Microsoft! That’s essentially what Square Enix president Yoichi Wada is saying. Dude is droppin’ verbal landmines at the feet of all those goofy ass douchebags dancing in the Microsoft Kinect promos:

via destructoid:

“I missed Microsoft’s conference. Having said that, I think that what they have focused on for Kinect is very interesting and I hope they will attract an even wider audience,” Wada states. “I would say it is no different from just the Wii.“

Oh shit! Volleys served! Bombs away! I want to give this dude a bro-hug and a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew. Chilled, of course. We can be tots buddies for life.

[legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a six-word story to win a bar bet — For sale: baby shoes, never worn. leading to the author’s birthday, I’m going to offer a daily post of my own six-word story. readers are encouraged to respond with their own]

Fine cuisine spewed from his mouth.

Perhaps the only thing I am looking forward to as much as Inception in my life is the season four premiere of Mad Men. JULY 25, WHERE ART THOU!?

This weekend I was thinking about dying, and the ridiculousness of contemplating non-existence. Somehow I got to thinking about what will happen when I eventually have hellspawn and they come to me seeking answers.

“Daddy” they’ll say, as I’m shoveling dirt on to the corpse of one of my parents. I ain’t buying no coffin, that shit is a racket.

“Daddy” they’ll inquire again, “Where is Nana gone to?”

And I’ll just keep heaping the dirt onto the body, trying to ignore them.

“Daddy?”, “Daddy!”, Daddy?!” they’ll keep pestering me.

“What happen? Where Papa now?”

And I’ll have to look them deep in the eyes and tell them them the truth:

“I HAVE NO IDEA. Now stop bugging me and grab a fucking shovel! There’s flies!”