Name: Jake
Age: 25
Profession: Wildland Firefighter
Hobbies: Working on cars, programming, staffing Darkstorm





Deus Ex(series)
Rimworld
Need For Speed(series)
Garry's Mod
The Elder Scrolls(series)
Dishonored
Kerbal Space Program
This War of Mine
Fate


I will not accept random friend requests unless I know you from a game or its an emergency on Darkstorm.

I block all randoms who send me a request so either make yourself known or get out of ♥♥♥♥ town.

I wont accept friend requests of people with private profiles.

If I add you and you turn out to be a overly-sensitive, overly-offended millennial ♥♥♥♥♥♥, know that you are whats wrong with our generation and I will be blocking you immediately. Moral is, take a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ joke or show yourself out.


Laptop
Processor: AMD A8-7410 APU with AMD Radeon R5 Graphics
Speed: 2.2 GHz
Number of Cores: 4
RAM: 6.0 GB
Operating System: Microsoft Windows: 10 (build 14393), 64-bit

Desktop
Processor: AMD Ryzen 3 1200 Quad-Core Processor
Speed: 3.1 GHz
Number of Cores: 4
Video Card: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1050
RAM: 8.0 GB
Operating System: Microsoft Windows 10 (build 16299), 64-bit
Size: 930.9 GB

Accessories
Razer Deathadder Chroma Mouse
Razer Kraken
Mad Catz F.L.Y.5 Joystick
Gamdias Ares Essential


During the many years of life, we feel anger, bitterness, and fear. And yet, even when betrayed, a part of us wants to trust again. Just as we believe in ourselves, we want to believe in others. No matter who takes the first step, I will believe in them. And I believe they will make the choice to believe in me, too. -Seto

he who snipes snipers, runs the risk of becoming a sniper himself. If you gaze into the scope, the scope gazes back. -♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Art is never finished, only abandoned. -Leonardo Da Vinci

Sometimes when you win, you lose. -Robin Williams

I am no bird and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will. -Brontë

If this be treason, make the most of it. -Patrick Henry

Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven. -Paradise Lost

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. -T.S. Elliot

Evey: Who are you?
V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V. : Of course you can, I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh, right.
V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.