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" Gunman Chronicles uses the Half-Life engine to stunning effect and promises to bring gamers a taste of extreme, in-your-face action! "
PC Gamer Magazine n81 - February, 2001.
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" Gunman Chronicles uses the Half-Life engine to stunning effect and promises to bring gamers a taste of extreme, in-your-face action! "
PC Gamer Magazine n81 - February, 2001.
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‘Gunman Chronicles’
[PC] [FRANCE] [MAGAZINE] [2000]
Génération 4, December 2000 (#140)
via Abandonware Magazines
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Back in Virginia, now..Thanks for the good time, gang.
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REGARDING REWOLF
hello all! im not sure if anyone gives a shit about my spoken word project choking on pills but if you do, you probably know that i've been talking about an album for a while now. if you're confused about "flower" and "rewolf" - they're the same thing. the title was going to be flower in honor of a person in my life but life changes and so do titles. the title is now rewolf (i think you all can figure out why/the significance of the word rewolf) and it is taking longer to begin work on that i expected. i aimed to have half to all of the pieces written and to be getting a track out every two weeks or so. as of now i have maybe two pieces written and no music written. it's going to take longer than anticipated but i need to make sure this is a-fuckin-mazing, you know? i'll keep updates coming as much as i can.
i guess this is an apology for moving on
(this is the second poem written exclusively for rewolf, my spoken word album.)
i still start shaking when i think about you sometimes
my throat still tightens up
and noises still hurt and i still have to leave the room and cover my ears sometimes
but my heart doesn't hurt as much when i think about how i'm not your angel anymore
it just hurts to realize that every time you said i was all that you needed, it wasn't true
every time you promised you'd never need anyone else, it wasn't true
and i guess what really gave me the push to let you go was that you told one of my friends that even if what you did was a mistake, it was my fault for not forgiving you
it was my fault for getting stabbed in the back, for having every aspect of my trust destroyed
it was my fault for having my heart shattered
and you weren't there to pick up the pieces
you weren't there to hold me while i shook
and i know you'd try to say something about how you weren't there because i wouldn't let you be but i couldn't let you be, i couldn't handle second guessing everything you said and living my life paranoid until you hurt me again
so i did the hardest thing i could possibly do and pushed you away, out of my head, out of my life
and when i collapsed on my kitchen floor and i couldn't breathe, you weren't there next to me while i shook and you weren't there to tell me that i was fie and that i had nothing to panic about, they were, and i felt calmer in that moment then i remember feeling in a long time
and i'm so tired of saying it but i'm going to say it one more time
i'm sorry
i'm sorry for moving on instead of staying in my misery long enough for you to get inside my head enough to make my come back because you're trying to but it isn't working.
i'm sorry that i'm going after my happiness instead of yours this time.
-j.p.
Angel