Hey all! I decided to make a ranting thread! It's where everyone posts a rant about anything and everything! I never need to rant, but I noticed that some people do have to rant, so I make this thread for you people! Ready...set....


<span style='font-size:107pt;line-height:100%'>RANT!</span>

[quote:post_uid0="SSJKarma"]<span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'>WHAT'S RANTING ?</span>[/quote]
what? Karma doesnt know something....gasp j/k

i'll start a rant Roll

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D@mn lag i hate it...makes me loose every game OMG even ##### kick my @$$.. that and cheap-o Cyclops users always doing that darn optic sweep, speaking of sweeps i gotta go sweep my room, Man i hate having so many chores, i never have time to relax.....if i aint working im doing homework which equally sux...esspecially Trig assignments which take forever....almost as long as it takes this game to load since i play on a 56k modem....man i begged my moms to get me a better PC but she wont untill my birthday which is soooo far away...i remember my last birthday i spent over my cousins house , it sucked so bad i didnt even wanna opean any presents so i just took a nap......ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.



this rant is fictional but in a rant you just go on and on about pretty much anything....good way to let off some steam you know ;)

like talking, ranting on and on about a subject, just a long thought...

*thinks*

ok thanks for the info about RANTING...

<span id='ME'><center>SSJKarma rants all over the place for too much reason and about everthing single thing in his house and this game too</center></span>

PS: it is all in my head so i'm not gonna write it here ! :p

quietkiller u should post here.!! this is ur section haahahahhahaha :laugh:

purplemonkeydishwasher. Hello Principal Skinner. Hello SuperNintendo Chalmers.

Rants are like really REALLY long! I mean VERY! I'll write one for you...

It's on the lips of the heartbroken and downtrodden, it's in the poetry of the cheated-on and the abandoned and it's in the hearts of the abused an trampled, those four little words, "Love is a lie!"

But love is not a lie, nor is it a trap to make you weep or a game played by fools and other over-emotional buffoons. Love is as real as the air we breathe, the earth we walk on and the water we drink. It's there, always lurking, often hiding but always around and waiting to strike.

The lie of love isn't that it doesn't exist but rather the fairy tale the world has made it out to be. Every story that ends in "happily ever after" has had but one moral, that all you need is love and if you have that, everything in the world will be perfect.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

While love is important and a beautiful thing, it is just one of many factors in determining how happy one truly is. There are millions of people who are passionately enthralled in perfect love, but are still completely miserable. At the same time, there are just as many people who have never even approached the idea of love, but are leading happy and content lives.

Love is no key to happiness, nor is it the grand answer or mighty pinnacle of existence. It's just another factor and like having lots of money, a great job or unimaginable success, it does nothing to guarantee happiness. If the clich

i hate reading long ass posts......

Now thats better

*YAWNZ*...... RANT ??? , Lol dont talk about my personal life to ppl i hardly know :D

Whats on my mind? hmm....thats a tough one. Oh yeah! Well recently i just gained yet another girlfriend..thats anther more to add to the other 17. i tried telling the other crazy hoes to give me a break, but they just keep coming at me like im made of mj(im addictive in other words for those whose minds are on lockdown today). They keep calling me papi and two-waying me like hell. Im thinking of smashing my X-box. Schools a pain in the ass(everyone can agree to this), then comes "hell at work", then death.

Life is short

lag sucks :angryfire:

Yeah it does

UM... bunmi sucks..

yeah he does :biggrin:

In the three and a half years I have been training myself to be a better fighter (literally), I have done a lot of hypothesizing about the untimely deaths of many men and women: the cause, apathy.

But the fact remains, there are those among us, those who roam the planet without as much as a hope or a dream. We have many names for these people, some polite, some not: loser, quitter, 9-5er, zombie, just to name a few. But they all have one thing in common, quiet contentment with themselves and their role in the world.

Many of them have jobs, they go to work in the morning, come home in the evening and go to bed at night without anything else in their life save perhaps another zombie. Call them a productive member of society if you wish, I'll call them what they are, a cog in the machine.

What ever happened to bettering oneself? Whatever happened to doing something? Has television replaced the drive and desire to make something of one's time on the planet? Has capitalism so corrupted us that we dare not even strive to take grasp of this precious time on the planet?

For these people, the answer is yes. They will never amount to anything but a cog, they are incapable. Call it programming, call it defeat, call it whatever you will, but they are broken people, soulless creatures who turn the cranks of society without a thought on the wherefore and why.

With no sense of purpose outside their job and home, no sense of creativity and intellect, no ability to do anything lasting. They live, they breathe and they die so uneventfully hardly anyone will notice.

The world will not miss them when they are gone, two more cogs are right behind them waiting to take their place. They will be grieved for and tossed into the ground without the world missing a beat. It's no loss to humanity.

The only way to avoid that fate is to get off the couch and do something. I will gladly play the role of cog if it paves the path to break the machine. Which is why I work very had at what I do, but always see my real job as being the one that's not 9-5.

For when I die I want the universe to pause and take note. I want all the cogs in all the machines in all the nations in all the worlds to stop, for but a moment, to realize what they have lost. So I will give what I have, all I have, into making myself more than the sea of zombies, more than the mass of humanity, to make myself important, essential, critical.

It is those who think they can change the world that do. You've heard that a million times not because it's clich

nicely put Roll.. so i guess im a souless cog ? ???

I guess you are.

Well Lets see im not doing so good the cold air is is messing me up and im have bad days all the time most of the vets left the forum theres to many noObs in this forum Thought abought ending it all and well......
Im posting in a topic cald rant right now...

axe are u some mega noob killer.. :alien:

[/B]im so happy to be backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk :D

[quote:post_uid0="pip99"]axe are u some mega noob killer.. :alien:[/quote]
Well kinda see once every one called me the nOob King(all the noobs asked me Q and i hade to answer them and then well i went mad and foght all the noobs :D. so yep!

Yea I thought you were the vet ACE once.......

Instead you were a victim of ace.....oh well your a good fighter I think.

Yep i was. and no im not a good fighter i quit the game a long time ago and im just a forum bum now ???

Quit going off topic, and please rant.

There was once a child who went for a long walk down a busy beach. That child must have walked for miles because he passed stirngs of sea-side shops, a huge amusement park, a dozen or so lemonade stands and the best hot dog kiosk on the coast. He marched past young couples in love, miles of surf and a dozen or so kites flying high in the sky. He walked and walked as far and as fast as his legs would carry him.

But suddenly he stopped.

He looked down to the ground and spotted a conch shell half-buried in the sand. He sat down, folded his legs underneath him and pulled it out of the ground. He sat there in the sand listening to the ocean in and running his hands over it's edges. He played with that simple little conch until his parents came, got him and made him put it back.

There is a little of that kid inside all of us. A little boy or girl who enjoys the little things in life. The simple joy of a scented flower or wonder of a good story. A child with eyes wide in wonder never feels empty or hollow, just glad to have the things he or she does. If only we could each get in touch with that young person again.

However, growing up we're told to abandon him, lock him up inside a small cage within our hearts. It seems being an adult means leaving behind the joys of life, the drive to become successful overpowers the need for fulfillment, the almighty dollar replaces the simple smile and the rat race of adult life takes the place of the care-free world we lived in as children.

It's sad really, how no one can let that child out and enjoy themselves, it'd be nice to shed our suits, for just one day, and play in a pond or splash in a puddle. I have to wonder if psychiatry exists only because people can't be fulfilled anymore the way they were as a child. I wonder how much happier the world would be if we could all, if just for a while, get in touch with that child again.

But as long as the world turns and as long as young boys grow up to be young men and young girls grow up to be young women, we'll still feel an emptiness inside of us, an emptiness that could easily be filled by the little things in life. The little things that we can no longer enjoy.

i dont get what rant means

Read her post make a long post about something that bothers you MysticVeggeto.

Axe I remeber that because we talked before I meant no desrepect I said that because ACE is the leader of my clan thats all.You seem like a cool guy.Besides forums are fun. :)

Ok I'll Rant,but it'll be long..I think.

I awaken from my sleep each morning searching through my mind a purpose or a simple urge to want to achive greatness.I open my eyes to only see the darkness in my room that seems to be the same darkness in my heart that binds my soul.I hear a whine a whine of my only true conpainion..my dog.

I leave my quarters each day to free my dog from his jail.He doesn't seemto be happy to see me,but to know he is free from the bars that confine him.When I free him he runs around then he jumps at me so I can catch him with my hands.Almost as though he wants a huge or some form of affection.He looks at me as though I'm his mother even though I did deliver him into this world wth my hands.

I never felt a mothers love.My mother never showed that to me.She exclaimed that she was never shown affection as a child how could she ever know how to show it to me.I cried....yes I cried from the idea of never knowing a hug...I hugged my mom,but she pushed away......after that I pushed her away ever since....(In a mind sense)

I never felt the same after those days....My father was never home,and my sister was,an still has a mental illness.I blame myself how she became sick in the mind.Even though she was born that way from my mom smoking,and drinking at the time...She didn't make the same mistake with me.

The thing about my dad was this he abused me when he was drunk.I never hit him back because he was my birth father.Later he became ill,an almost passed.Once he understood I cared about him at his time of need more than anyone....he changed after that.He never hit me again,and he give up smoking.Sad to say he started to be a good father when....I never saw him much after that because of his line of work.

I never got the love I needed from my mom,but got plenty from my Dog,Girlfriends,cousins.I didn't say friends because all my true friends died,or moved away or betrayed me by becoming one of my enemies.Over the years i became a great fighter,but not a friendily person to guy type friends.

Now your wondering I'm friends with SBYRD5.Well I consider you guys in a talking sense my friends,but I don't think you would take a beating for me.So a continue my thoughts of anger at.....those that hurt me,and really simply my hurt fulled life.....


I think thats a rant how was that. :(

That was very good... sad... but good.


I am the hated one, the one when the castle is burning and the seas are rising the peasants point to. I am the hated one. I am the one who asks the questions that should not be asked, the one who knows what she should not know.

My dear friends, why do you hate me so? I'd lay my life to make your world a better place. I'd sell myself to buy you happiness. I have not injured you, yet you despise me all the more...

You wonder why my heart is black and my mind in rage. You wonder why I ask the questions and learn the truth. You question me but don't look at yourself. For in there is a real demon, the one eating you up inside.

You attack me so you won't attack yourself. You break me down to make yourself stronger. But you are mistaken dear friend, dearly mistaken. The strength you get does not exist and soon I will no longer be around. But my questions will linger, my words will hang on your mind like a fish on a hook.

Attack me, hate me if you must, but beware, what I say will long outlive what you do...

DANGET I NEVR GET ROLL I WISHI COULD FIN IMPRESS HER S IT D_NMIT MOTHER F_CKER!!!!!!!!!!
k was that good roll please pm me :.(

[quote:post_uid0="ibuku"]DANGET I NEVR GET ROLL I WISHI COULD FIN IMPRESS HER S IT D_NMIT MOTHER F_CKER!!!!!!!!!!
k was that good roll please pm me :.([/quote]
...........Ibuku........U are weird....... :biggrin:

[quote:post_uid4="sk8erfox805"]quietkiller u should post here.!! this is ur section haahahahhahaha :laugh:[/quote:post_uid4]
Thx skaterfox :lol: :biggrin: :lookaround: RANT RANT I KNOW NOT OF THIS WORD LOLZ J?K Mumbley wumbley what fuga why yer can'ta ani ya bodi yer unda stander meya.Oh supa m@diyo helpa me outa heya.I ama trying to geta outa of heya but I no hava a wrench too clima out of this tunnela.Is that a confusing rant fer ya er shoulda I a keep typing like this froma nowa ona.Or do you like my more proper typing Can i get a opiniyon or suggestiyon Muhahaha :biggrin: Shux the :evilgrin: Ain'ta working ah shuxzzles aha ha its not a me luigi its a mi a madiyo I got cha didn't I ya.J?K people I am going to type normal I know some one caught a headache trying to read this if you even tried.Cough*Tmyappz readz every thing but my posts Muhahahahheheheh.Cough*Pukes up a lung argghh!!! Ah aha muahahheheh

I hate Michael Jackson!!!!!

why did he bacame white........there's a lot of diffrent reasons but I still don't get it why would he want to change his skin colour? I'm black and I'm staying black........when he did this he betrayed the black community.......he looks like an hermophrodite now.......I hate him.........I like his old music but I hate him.........before he was the coolest now he's just a freak........I,m not even sure if he's a human being anymore......

Ibuku: If you want to impress me so badly, act normal. Oh, and thanks for the complement.

Quiet Killer: Thank you for the useless post! :sarcasm:

Ludacris: Very interesting...

Another Rant from me!

Questions will always be more powerful than statements. Questions will always linger longer than declarations. But most importantly, questions will always change the world long after their answers have been forgotten.

Because a questions, a good one at least, does more than say "Here I am" and take a seat in oblivion. A question is a challenge, it demands to be answered, it begs to be dealt with and it commands the attention that only a threat to the status quo can deliver.

It doesn't matter if the question is "Why must life be this way?" or "What is the capital of Colombia?" a question challenges the recipient to answer it, it challenges someone to think.

In the best case, the question is answered satisfactorily and forgotten. It then becomes a whole statement, just like any other and takes it's place in the rows of facts in the mind where it is destined to be forgotten or at least unused.

Other questions aren't so easily answered not because we don't know the truth, but because we don't like it. These questions are usually silences before they are spoken for they draw attention to the unpleasant and force everyone to think about what they have forcibly pushed aside. There are many words for asking these types of questions, none of which are pleasant, but the truth is that every great leader, big and small, has had the guts to ask them and challenge the world below.

But still more questions have no answers at all. These questions are the ones that linger. With these questions, the challenge goes out, but is never answered. Like spotlights, these questions highlight what we do not know and often times what we will never know. They accent our limitations as people and as human beings. Because when we realize we don't know the answer or, worse yet, that there is no right answer, we realize what it means to be mortal, to not know everything, to have limitations.

But despite all of this, we have to ask questions, we have to challenge the world to think for it is the only way to grow. As a species, it is our mind that sets us apart and if we do not constantly expand our knowledge by challenging the envelope, then we are no greater than the countless species we have the courage to call inferior.

So my challenge to you, my question for you dear reader is to question everything. Ask the hard questions, ask the ones that people shy away from, ask the ones people dare not think about or would never ponder willingly. Because while expanding the envelope will always bring about a little pain, anything worth doing, anything worth saying, will always hurt someone. But that doesn't mean it would be best left unspoken...

Roll are you ok? You started this ranting topic all of a sudden.
I'm starting to think that you are having a few problems right now.Maybe if thats the case you should just tell someone.When you first made this thread I believe your attention was to make a place for users in this forum to have a place to spill there problems.

Now I know there is something wrong Roll because I remeber the beginning of thread you saying..I quote "I don't have much of a reason to rant,but a know alot of you who do."
Actually, Roll besides me your the only person saying things that bother you.

Now this bothers me.I hate it when a person hides there emotions from me I'd rather be hurt then to be confronted by a lie.Roll are you hiding in a shell right now?Maybe you should tell someone your problem.I know you have friends....hmm well I'm your friend tell the end.So don't hide what bothers you....ok.

That was kind of a rant from me today.

I am hiding things, but what I am hiding is something I shouldn't have found out about. And if I told anyone about it, I'd have either the government after me, or a psychiatrist that's dying to see me. Get it? But it's also not something that is needed to know. Maybe it has something to do with the up coming holidays. And besides, that is the one thing I am hiding. The Rants I just put up for fun! They're SO depressing, aren't they? You should've heard what my english teacher said about them... And besides, those are thoughts I just find during my day, whether I am cooking dinner, cleaning the house, typing here, with my friends doing who know whats, or even during training hours (Now it's 12:00pm-2:00am!) ^-^

[quote:post_uid4="Roll"]Ibuku: If you want to impress me so badly, act normal. Oh, and thanks for the complement.

Quiet Killer: Thank you for the useless post! :sarcasm:

Ludacris: Very interesting...

Another Rant from me!

Questions will always be more powerful than statements. Questions will always linger longer than declarations. But most importantly, questions will always change the world long after their answers have been forgotten.

Because a questions, a good one at least, does more than say "Here I am" and take a seat in oblivion. A question is a challenge, it demands to be answered, it begs to be dealt with and it commands the attention that only a threat to the status quo can deliver.

It doesn't matter if the question is "Why must life be this way?" or "What is the capital of Colombia?" a question challenges the recipient to answer it, it challenges someone to think.

In the best case, the question is answered satisfactorily and forgotten. It then becomes a whole statement, just like any other and takes it's place in the rows of facts in the mind where it is destined to be forgotten or at least unused.

Other questions aren't so easily answered not because we don't know the truth, but because we don't like it. These questions are usually silences before they are spoken for they draw attention to the unpleasant and force everyone to think about what they have forcibly pushed aside. There are many words for asking these types of questions, none of which are pleasant, but the truth is that every great leader, big and small, has had the guts to ask them and challenge the world below.

But still more questions have no answers at all. These questions are the ones that linger. With these questions, the challenge goes out, but is never answered. Like spotlights, these questions highlight what we do not know and often times what we will never know. They accent our limitations as people and as human beings. Because when we realize we don't know the answer or, worse yet, that there is no right answer, we realize what it means to be mortal, to not know everything, to have limitations.

But despite all of this, we have to ask questions, we have to challenge the world to think for it is the only way to grow. As a species, it is our mind that sets us apart and if we do not constantly expand our knowledge by challenging the envelope, then we are no greater than the countless species we have the courage to call inferior.

So my challenge to you, my question for you dear reader is to question everything. Ask the hard questions, ask the ones that people shy away from, ask the ones people dare not think about or would never ponder willingly. Because while expanding the envelope will always bring about a little pain, anything worth doing, anything worth saying, will always hurt someone. But that doesn't mean it would be best left unspoken...[/quote:post_uid4]
:lol: @ roll :lookaround: :eek: :biggrin: I did not even bother too read much of this.I will though Nice sumo essay roll :lol:

well it's maybe long but it's easier to understand then your long posts QUIET :biggrin:

And now it's time for ANOTHER rant! ^-^


[color=magenta:post_uid4]There was once a small sparrow whose goal was to drain the ocean. He would fly over the great sea, scoop up a beak full of water and dump it many miles inland. He would fly back and forthing taking a few precious teaspoons at a time until he died of old age hardly draining a bit.

There are those who would say that it would take that sparrow forever to drain the ocean, but they would be wrong. Forever is longer than what the sparrow would need to drain a millions of oceans on millions of worlds like ours. But the sparrow eventually did fall and never completed his task.

Many things that we think will last forever, don't. Buildings that were meant to last an eternity have long since crumbled to dust and ideas that were thought to be timeless have been discarded as relics of the past.

We can not hope to measure the concept of forever with such meager and frail objects. Things and ideas have a common foe in time and they are all worn away perishing in the face of the infinity that is forever.

To grasp forever we must look deep within ourselves and find the thing that will last forever, the only thing self-healing, self-repairing and self-sustaining. The only thing to carry on after death arising from it's own ashes like the legendary Pheonix. We can only measure forever in love.

In the face of love forever is no longer the destroyer of all things, the crumbler of buildings and the smasher of ideas. Rather, it is just a period of time and it's not even long enough. For a million upon a million upon a million years is not enough to truly celebrate the joy of love. For there is not enough time ever to enjoy every last drop of it's nectar.

That's the true beauty of love, before it all things are humbled and belittled, even the blackness of all eternity...[/color:post_uid4]

What do you think? I went for something more beautiful this time.