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Hell March II - Westwood
Die Waffen, legt an!!
The long awaited Red Alert 3!
You don't get paid to help, you PAY to help...
I really don't know if I should be happy or angry. Right now I'm not angry, I'm FUMING. Let's talk about the convert I helped at Vivo. It was fun with all the cheering and stuff. Mass dance was pretty cool, and the different bands that performed really rocked the place. I had a fun time dancing, screaming and cheering with friends and people in JJC whom I don't really know. The concert was pretty cool, and I think I enjoyed it more than if I were just part of the audience. Ok, now for the unpleasant part. Read on if you want to, but a word of caution, EXTREMELY STRONG LANGUAGE WILL BE USED.
Don't say that I did not warn you, you'd better be FUCKING that you want to read on.
Like my title said, you don't get paid to help. I don't expect any payment period. Not even CIP hours. BUT, I didn't sign up to FUCKING PAY to help. SW CDC can be renamed to SW DCB. DCB means dua chee bye. No translation required. The logistic team are totally FUCKING RETARDS. THINK MORONS, rainwater FLOWS. Rain? What is it? It is a high atmospheric precipitaion event caused by critical accumulation of WATER molecules, WATER IS A FUCKING fluid at above zero degrees Centigrade. So there was this tent for us to put our bags into. Some idiots thought that a covering is enough to waterproof the area. My question is WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKING DAMN FLOOR YOU CHEE BYE BASTARDS? Well the logistic people decided to use my, and a few others', bags as a FUCKING ground sheet. LEARN YOUR TENTAGE SKILLS FUCKERS. Why do tents come with a waterproof piece of shit? It's called a ground sheet. It allows the water to FUCKING flow under the damn stuff, so they don't get FUCKING WET! Guess what? I have a piece of paper inside a thick lined pencil case, which is inside my sling-bag's main compartment, which is surrounded by 4 layers of THICK FUCKING NYLON. The piece of paper was wet. NOT DAMP BUT FUCKING WET. My MP3 player was in a side pouch. POUCH, NOT COMPARTMENT. THE WHOLE FUCKING CHEE BYE DEVICE WAS MOISTED OVER. THOSE DAMNED FUCKERS ARE LUCKY THAT MY MP3 IS STILL FUNCTIONING.
That's all. So now you know why I'm so damn angry. You think this is vulgar? This is not even my full-fledged anger yet. Wait till I get down and dirty with insulting your life, character, family, ancestors, relatives, weaknesses and whatever. Of course this is not meant for you the reader, but for you, if you are the pathetic organic ooze.