Atomic

Hello, i am your average (copy on Ryu hah!!) perhaps not so average...frenchie. Well i'm not what you could exactly call a frenchie because you couldn't consider me an english noob (or you could depending on whether you find my accent +++ or --- ). I think i actually can understand what you say in a mic (or not sometimes) and i can recognize by voice who is trying to tell me that i shouldnt do pyro suicide runs in bunches of heavies. For now i never heard Ryu's voice so i could maybe actually confound him with John Lennon if he pretended to be him but since John's dead, this situation is highly unexpected from me (or maybe if Ryu is a totally psychotic and impulsive murderer trying to test how a backstab works in the so called ''real life'' and decides to trap me in a dark corner of what he would expect to be dustbowl (Random sand filled basement) wearing a paper mask attached with a half-broken spring and running around while mimicking a sniper rifle and yelling: God save the queen!On some kind of regular basis (which would close the 6 seconds and a half, time for him to say it and repeat last procedure). and poiting around his dirty scalpel he stole from his father's office (God knows why ryu's father has scalpels in his office) as in trying to mutilate virtual basement birds (basement birds don't exist...well i don't think so...))

Ok, done with that upper introduction part i can say the first game i ever played was pokemon blue, then yellow...then red and silver before finally poiting out to myself that those games are always about the same thing, search, find and blow up what gets in your way while trying to keep yourself the measy illusion you are a collecting person and not a fictive animal mass murderer.

Then...i played lots of random games like teddy bears in the magic world 1,2,3 and Mia: Saving grandma from Flu...Finally ended up on Star wars battlefront 1 which gave me the feeling i was doing something out of my rare gaming times and ended up giving me the feeling i had waste a lot of gaming time... then Battlefront 2...which pretty much resumed itself in being a sniper and shooting random robots until you could be a jedi and slaughter 300 guys before going back to sniper and back to jedi in a matter of 40 seconds (imbalance, someone?).

Annoyed, i went to Half life 2 and killed the whole game in 20 hours ( i didn't stab it during 20 hours..or maybe not too much) and thought i finally had something to make out of a fps. I then went on for HL2: DM where i pretty much learned everything i know about FPS in one of those 'elite' clans where you can't stay if you're not a god in both providing $$$ and dicking everyone about everything you can think about in under 3 seconds (With practice you can get good). I stayed there for a matter of 2 weeks, learned every secret technic they had to offer on the forums and ran out of the brainwashing clinic. Not much to say after that except i played Oblivion just for the huge fun of installing stupid mods and making Mehrune's Dagon dance Disco...

And...finally...i got TF2... with the orange Box... hehe... I plundered through episode 2 (without stabbing it too much) and Portal (poor GlaDoS) fast and then decided to give TF2 a try...I instantly felt in love with it and all the beautiful ways people could bloodily blow up in...I then met a guy who knew a guy and ended up here...hmm...maybe i should get back to schoolwork right now or someone i know might actually succeed in stabbing me with that kitchen fork i see right now...

Oh hum and for my stats here we go i guess.