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I've done a lot of different stuff in MMORPGs. I've done rl sales, been an anti, a pk, a craftsman, an administrator and just about every damn thing in between that I could think of. But, apparently there is a new game coming out called Sociolotron (currently in beta) that will allow the seriously sick minded fuckers in the world to go even further than I ever went... or wanted to, for that matter.

If you're anything like me, after you read that article you sat there wondering to yourself "why in the FUCK would a game allow virtual rape?" Keep in mind that it's not just male raping female - it's also male raping male. Mmm fun! Anyhow, so I'm pondering why they would do this and I came up with a couple of answers.

Most obvious is that there are some messed up people in this world that will find this sort of thing amusing. But, beyond catering to the lowest common denominator, there has to be a better reason. Maybe they think that it's better for people to act out rape virtually rather than wishing they had an outlet and eventually doing it in real life. Personally, I have high hopes that just because you don't have a virtual outlet to force sex on someone that doesn't mean you're going to do it irl.

In the end, it has to come down to two reasons in my mind. First, this game wants purely to have shock value. Shocking people gets your name out there and as they say, there is no such thing as bad publicity. Secondly, they are doing it because they want something to set them apart. I suppose it's become harder and harder to find something new and exciting that every other MMO on the market doesn't have. Maybe they should stop and think why rape ISN'T possible in other games.

Ugh, I just thought about players screenshots. *shivers*

This actually makes the mistakes OSI made seem pretty tame. :/

I'm sitting here at work occassionally looking up at CNN Headline News and I see a clip of a racecar catching on fire. This thing is totally engulfed... I mean billowing smoke and flames some 10-12 feet in the air.

Now, some jackass safety worker is standing there waving a caution flag. BROTHER I GOT NEWS FOR YA - if someone doesn't figure out that the huge flaming wreck 10 feet to your right is reason for caution, your little yellow flag isn't going to do jack shit.

Just had to share.

As some of you know, I was recently in Las Vegas from July 11th to July 18th. Details are still a wee bit fuzzy, as it's quite possible I consumed enough alchohol to kill a small village. But I will certainly try my best. So here it is, day by day, in all it's glory:

Day 1

My wife and I arrived in Vegas around 10:00am their time. It wasn't long before I realized that the Vegas airport was really fucking huge, to top it all off, I packed WAY too much shit. You'd think I was going on a month long trip instead of a week. I suppose I was showing my feminine side or something. My wife, true to woman form, also packed a fuckload of stuff. It was all good when other people were handling the majority of our luggage, but 2 of us carrying all this crap around? Not a chance. So I spent $3 on one of those nifty little cart thingies, I think their technical names are "haha you dumbass, you packed too much shit, now give me $3". That's the rumor anyway.

So I load up the cart with our monsterous luggage and head toward the Dollar Rent a Car line. First of all, I would have gladly paid much more than a dollar to not have to wait in the fucking line for 90 minutes. Second of all, the cars do not cost a dollar. I will begin suing for false advertisement ASAP. So we finally get our car situation figured out, even with the extremely rude gentleman at the front desk doing nothing whatsoever to actually help us out. Off we go to the Dollar shuttle! We arrive at the parking lot where I am greeted by our new vehicle. I figure the guy at the front desk saw my feminine amount of luggage and picked it out just for me. That fucker. It was a light lime green looking color, and it was a Dodge Stratus, which is just barely more heterosexual than a Neon. Barely. I vowed to get even with the rental car guy someday, but right now I needed air conditioning to not die from the 106 degree heat.

My wife and I load up the car, amazingly enough we manage to fit all of our luggage into the trunk. And off we head to the Best Western of Champions. When we arrive at the hotel, we immediately figured out that their version of "walking distance from the Strip" was not the normal people version. I thanked Satan that we decided to get a Rental car. The hotel looked like complete shit on the outside, but I must say, the rooms were very nice, and very cold. I didn't really care anyhow, as I knew that the time spent in the room would be negligble. After getting settled it was gambling time!

We drove down to the Strip and parked in the MGM Grand parking garage. I wanted to go to the Luxor as I heard they had a pretty decent Poker room. My primary goal on this trip was to play as much poker as humanly possible. So we walked from the MGM to the Luxor. I sat down at a $1/$2 table while waiting for a $2/$4 seat to open up. It was pretty uneventful, and the players were absolutely terrible. The dealers were nice, and the waitresses were very nice to my wife who was sitting behind me watching the game. They even offered to bring her drinks, which is a rarity when you're not actually playing the game. 2 points for the Luxor! I played for about 90 minutes and ended up ahead by $1. Yep, that's right, $1. I AM THE BEST POKER PLAYER EVER!!! *ahem* Basically right as aI was about to leave some jackass with J3 offsuit called my preflop raise with AQ offsuit. The flop came Q J x, I bet, the Turn was another J, I bet again, and the River was a blank, I bet and he called. He never raised, he just check called me all the way to the River for bad beat # 1. No biggie, I was still a winner!

We left shortly after that last hand, my wife has never been to Vegas before, so she wanted to walk around and see EVERYTHING. It made me cry. We walked from the Luxor all the way down to the Flamingo, and all the way back to the MGM before returning to the Hotel. One thing of note on our little sightseeing trek, the Strawberry Smoothie at the Bellagio is fucking awesome.

That was the end of Day 1, I ended up down about $15 after the smoothies and tips and the cart for our luggage. We also ate at the Rainforest Cafe in the MGM, which was goddamned expensive, but good nevertheless.

Day 2

Early Monday morning, like 2am, I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. I had read on the net that the Excalibur spreads a $100 buy-in No Limit game, so I took a shower and drove over there. I played for about 3 hours and won $60. The big hand I remember is myself holding Pocket Jacks UTG. I raised $10 preflop, I get one caller on the button. The dealer turns over the flop, and the first card I see is a Jack. My feet were doing the happy dance. I bet out $20, and he called! I was trying to figure out what he could have, but nothing could beat me, I had the top set. On the turn a Queen came, and I bet $20 again, and he called again. The river was a blank, and I pushed in the remainder of my stack, and amazingly he called with Pocket 9s and lost about a $150 pot to me. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside, well that, and the beer. Shortly after that hand, I drove back to the hotel to get some more sleep.

I woke up a few hours later, and spoke with my buddy Aaron, who would be our gracious host for the better part of the trip. His parents own a pimp ass house in Boulder City which is about 25 miles away from the Strip. Very nice indeed. We agreed to meet up at the Monte Carlo after he picked up Justin and Jeff. After getting there, Monica and I decided to grab some Sbarros pizza before beginning to piss away my money at Blackjack. It was like $20 for 2 slices of Pizza and 2 drinks at Sbarro. I was like wtf!? But then the cashier screwed up somehow when I gave her money and the cash register said that she owed us like $168 in change. I started screaming that I hit the Sbarro Jackpot, she was not amused. Neither was my wife. Sheesh. We met up with the guys at a blackjack table and I sat down with $40. I lost a little, but I was still up overall with my Poker winnings from earlier that morning.

We decided to walk around for a bit and play a little more blackjack. We needed to pick up Ron soon, so Aaron was going to do that, so I figured now would be a good a time as any to play poker! I sat down at a $1-$5 Stud table while I waited for a hold 'em seat to open up. My second hand, I am dealt K5 down and a King up. I raise and get 2 callers. Next card is a blank for all of us, one guy is showing 2 spades. I bet out, they both call. Next card does nothing for me, but spade boy catches another one. I will not be defeated!! I said to myself. I bet out, he called, the other guy folded. 6th street brings utter crap for me, and spade boy catches his 4th spade showing. I weakly check, he bets $5, I fold. I guess I will be defeated. Luckily, my hold 'em seat came open right after that hand, and I was able to make up for my losses there.

After Aaron picked up Ron, we decided to head back to Aaron's house, after more Blackjack play of course. I left my wife at the hotel as she had to be up at 6:45am for her convention thingy. After hanging out at the house for a bit, we decided more gambling was in order. We went to this place called The Sunset Station. It was about 15 miles from Aaron's house, and off the Strip. We sat down at a single deck $5 BlackJack table. About the second hand or so, Aaron gets Blackjack. However, the dealer only paid him what he bet, usually when you hit blackjack they pay out 1 and a half times your bet or 6 to 5 sometimes. Aaron was like, where's my money?! The dealer calmly informs us that this is "Super Fun" Blackjack. Aaron clamly said, "I'm not having any fun, much less Super Fun". It was a riot. We read the little pamphlet that explained the rules. It turns out it was a pretty cool little variant. First of all, you play with all the cards up, which is a rarity in single deck BJ. Also, you could double down anytime you wanted, so if after you get 3 cards you get an 11, you can double down. Pretty nifty, and FUN! We played for about 4 hours, and I won $100 even. Aaron was down a bundle, somewhere in the neighborhood of $350, and it was only his first day! The best part of the night was, there was this insanely hot waitress waiting on us. I mean like, you never see this kind of hot in real life type of hot. After several drinks it was pretty goddamn impossible to look her in the eyes. Aaron went so far as to stare directly at her chest while handing her a tip for the drink she just brought him. so when she came back, she brought him a bib and told him that he could use it to wipe up the drool off his chin. It was hilarious, and I immediately tipped her $5 for making me shoot white russian out of my nose.

Another interesting moment, I got dealt A9 in blackjack and I drunkenly said "hit me", the dealer was like, wtf? Sir, you have 20. I was like oh, and Aaron was like dude, balls to the wall man, balls to the wall. So I hit anyway, I got another freaking Ace for 21, unbelievable right? Well, I doubled down, and pulled a Jack for the second 21, it was truly idiotic and wonderful.

I took the long trek back to the hotel after taking those guys home.

Day 3

Day 3 was pretty typical up until pretty late. Jeff's brother Mike was coming in around 10:30 or so. So we headed to the Excalibur to wait for them to get back from the Airport. Upon their arrival, we decided to play some 3 Card Poker, at the urging of Aaron of course. Mike, at one point was up about $225. He lost it all and his buyin. I, on the other hand won $265. The dealer dealt me 3 7s which pays 30 to 1. I actually stood up and did the bull dance in the middle of the Casino during that hand. It was pure joy to win $200 in one insatnt.

Day 4

Wednesday we had to check out of our hotel, so I was up early. Way too early. After getting checked out I ran over to Luxor and entered their $25 Noon tournament. Basically you get $250 worth of chips, and you can tip the dealer $3 and get $50 more chips for a total of $300 worth. Only one guy at our table didn't do the $3 thing. Coincidentally, he was the first to bust out. That Karma will get ya, you cheap bastard. I did really well, I was literally crushing my table, I had over 2000 chips when they broke us up. I eliminated 4 people myself in the first 40 minutes. The blinds started going way up, and my good cards had all dried up, I moved all in with Q 10 off suit when I was down to 900 chips and the blinds were 200/400. The big blind called me with K6 suited. Neither of us hit, so he eliminated me with King high. Not good, not good at all. I then dropped $20 playing $2/$4 before I decided to call it quits. I drove out to Aaron's house and took a much needed nap.

We ate at Gameworks that night, that place kicks ass, they were extremely accomidating, there was no one in the bar area but us. All the video games up there are free, so Aaron and I beat House of the Dead 2, which if it were not free, we each would have spent $50 doing. The bartender let us sit in the VIP room and be pampered a bit. Was a blast, and Ron and I pwned at 4 man air hockey, which has become a JoV gathering tradition.

Days 5 - 7

More of the same for these remaining days, and I am lazy, and this update is too fucking long. Some things of note:

I hit a straight flush at $2/$4 poker table at the Luxor. Not only did I drag a huge pot, but they paid me $50 from their High Hand Jackpot. It was freaking awesome. The whole table was stunned, especially because I used both my hole cards to make the hand. 6 - 10 of diamonds. I held 7 and 9 of diamonds, the 6 came on the River. It was beautiful.

On Friday, at the Sunset Station, I bet $10 in one hand, I got 2 2s, the dealer was showing a 6, so I split them, and got another 2, and split it, and got ANOTHER 2, and split it as well for 4 hands totalling $40. I then proceeded to get 4 face cards in a row for 4 12s. No big deal right? He's bound to bust with a 6 showing right? Wrong. He had a 7 under there and pulled a freaking 20 out of his ass. Talk about bad beats.

I got pulled over in Boulder City doing 51 in a 35 and miraculously the Cop gave me just a warning!

We saw 4 Rams down near Aarons house, I thought they were statues and when one of them moved I nearly wrecked the damn car.

Justin saw a Roadrunner early one morning by Aaron's pool.

There are so many hot women in Las Vegas that it is impossible to keep your eyes to yourself. I still have bruises from my wife catching me looking.

Dueces Wild is a really fun game to play, but when you're up over $200 from your initial buyin, you should stop fucking playing. At least I got "free" drinks the whole time right?

All in all, we had one hell of a time. Vegas is like a whole nother reality, everything is just so surreal and lit up and awesome. I don't know how to describe it. I can't wait to go back.

So as I sat in the shadows, headlights off and hearing nothing but the sound of my heart thumping in my chest as I waited for the police cruiser that had been chasing me to fly by, I couldnt help but think to myself.. "I am way too old for this shit"

The next morning when finding myself in bed and not in the county lockup I made the decision to put my hotrod Caddy onto Ebay and find a new hobby besides street racing. I took a bunch of flak for selling it from a couple friends, but I assured myself that I'd rather have to get flak from them rather than bail money. It was just a matter of time, I'd be busting ass on some misc. hotrod or ricer on the street and end up on Americas Funniest Police Ass Beatings on FOX. There will be plenty of time for me to go fast later on in life. When i'm 80 or so I will get me one of those little motorized wheelchairs and bolt a big block 502 on it and go lay patches up and down the hallway of the nursing home. At least then if I hit a wall doing 120 MPH it would probably be a good thing.

After playing City of Heros for awhile I concluded that while it was little more than your run of the mill Level Quest time killer, it was at least mildly amusing. That plus if nothing else running around fighting crime with a scantily clad, obscenely breasted amazon superhero was better than watching paint dry. That was until the day I got this e-mail from NCSoft, creators of games such as Lineage which is laden with Dark Elf pr0n right on the box, and the afforementioned City of Heroes with its also afforementioned scantily clad obscenely breasted amazon superheros. It read as follows:

Hello,

We would like to thank you for your understanding in our attempt to create a more friendly and positive playing environment. The character(s) listed below are inappropriate for City of Heroes and have been disabled.

Account: ******
Character Name: Wonder Ho
Server: Justice

Of course, I felt it only appropriate to reply...

"Thank you for allowing us to be of service to you..."
Well gee thanks... I didnt know I was in need of service but I appreciate you servicing me nonetheless!
Lets see, 3 alternate names... this is a toughie. How about:

#1. Super Slut
#2. Porno Queen
#3. The Amazing Syphilictic Avenger

Hmm, that last one might be a bit too long... How about we just rename her "GM Bayla" and I have her macro a nice fellatio routine on a random villian in the middle of Atlas Park? mmmkay? Thanks!

Needless to say, GM Bayla failed to reply and thusly, my dear Wonder Ho is no more. What ever am I to do? Guess I will have to turn to the internet for my pr0n now...

According to a (black) sportwriter for ESPN, if you're an American and rooted against the Team USA basketball team, you're a racist. Someone so willing to toss a racism accusation around is probably going to get a couple of comments out of me as being told I'm something when I'm not pisses me off.

I admittedly did start hoping the Team USA would not win the gold when they took their first loss to Puerto Rico. Why? Because the whole basketball team was black? Fuck no! Because it's embarassing to send a team filled with professionals just to have them get their asses kicked by a no-name team. We sent a bunch of overpaid individuals to represent us and they couldn't play as a team and got pounded on. I love my country dearly, but seeing those egomaniacs getting an ego check was worth it.

Before the 2004 olympics, the USA basketball record was amazing. The USA were gold medalists in 12 of the 14 Olympics in which it has played with a record of 109 wins and just two losses in the olympics. That ain't bad. This go around? Four losses and a bronze medal. You want to tell me that hating a team that performed that badly is racist?

This was a pathetic attempt at playing the race card. This author needs to be fired by ESPN.

I have a pretty horrible memory. Genuinely, just about anyone who knows me knows that I can't remember jack shit without some sort of a reminder. So, when I say that I remember every single second of the morning three years ago - it's saying something.

I was supposed to be at work, but like I had done so many times at my job at Nextel I'd called in "sick" just because I didn't want to deal with the inconvenience of going to work that day. Being unable to fall back asleep after my alarm and my phone call into work, I got up and did what any good gamer would do... I logged in and went pking. My roommate was up for some reason and he joined me for some online merriment. Close to 9am I got a call from Lisa, an ex-gf and still one of my closest friends to this day, who said "you have to turn on the TV right now, a plane just hit a world trade center building".

Well, I'm not one to just stop gaming for something that's on TV normally, but that sounded pretty catastrophic. Sure enough I tuned in and watched the nightmare unfold. A short while later a second plane hit the other tower and I couldn't move from my couch. I couldn't believe it was happening. I sat there like a slacked jaw mouth breather with my mouth agape in awe at what I saw. People jumping from 100+ stories on live television, firemen rushing INTO that hell to do what little they could against that fire so far above them, and the repeated playback of the plane impact on the second building.

Eventually, both buildings fall and I'm stupefied by the events I've seen. I'm sad beyond words, but more over I'm furious. Three years later and I can recount every event that I saw and did that morning in far more detail than I did above. I can only imagine that is the way it is for most people here in the US.

Don't ever forget what happened in New York, Washington DC and that Pennsylvania field.

Charley came through Florida the middle of last month. The cleanup was barely underway when Frances hits. But, the fun isn't over yet... Ivan is right around the corner.

When Ivan became noticed last week, all the Floridians collectively crapped their pants unable to believe their terrible luck. But wait... there's good news for them (but not for others). Ivan was on a steady westward march across Grenada, Jamaica and Cuba with signs of making it in the the gulf before coming anywhere near the mainland.

heh... Wrong! The fucker is curving from it's path specifically to hit Florida. It appears that Ivan has said to itself "holy fuck, I'm gonna miss Florida!" *takes Cuban offramp*

That's messed up.

As you can tell by that graphic, my fine state of Georgia will be catching a little bit of this hurricane. That should prove interesting as I will be up in Ohio with Jason/Joe on Thur-Sat, so I may come home to one of my god-forsaken pine trees lying through my house. Then again, maybe I'll just have some fallen branches to pick up like with Frances. I'm sure I'll get out light compared to the unfortunate folx south of me.

For those of you down there - good luck.

I have recently purchased a new computer system. Since I like to buy a cutting edge (not bleeding edge, but close) computer that won't go obsolete on me over night, that necessitates spending a bit of money. Further, I play Planetside which isn't exactly easy on weak machines, so it has to be more than a little bit gaming friendly. And finally, I'm a lazy prick and hate putting together my own system.

So, what's the answer? Alienware.

My system is an Aurora which frankly owns complete ass. Specs are (as you may have seen in the forum) :

Processor : AMD Athlon 64 FX-53
Memory : 2GB Dual Channel DDR PC-3200 SDRAM
Gfx Card : ATI RADEON X800 PRO 256MB
Sound : Creative Sound Blaster Audigy 2 ZS High Definition 7.1 Surround
Harddrive : 160GB Seagate Barracuda 7,200 RPM w/8MB Cache
Digital Media : Plextor PX-712A 12x DVD±R/W Drive and Lite-On 52x32x52x CD-RW Drive

Why did I get an AMD 64 FX-53 instead of a Pentium 4 3.2? Take a look over this article, specifically pages 6 and 7. Add on that super sexy graphics card along with 2 GB of RAM and you have a beast of a gaming machine. THX sound isn't a bad thing either. ;)

Anyhow, figured I'd toss an unsolicited hat-tip their direction since this box is so nice and really is worthy of the nod.

On a quite side note about "alien" stuff, I have recently been running the SETI@home screensaver which has your computer help sift through the massive amount of information that is collected from the radio satellite systems around the world. I'm not fan of Berkeley nor am I am fanatic that thinks that aliens will land any day now, but I figure since my computer is relatively idle while I'm afk aside from my P2P - it may as well be doing something productive.

And yes, that's three posts in three days completing the hat trick of unlikelihood. It may indeed be the 7th sign of the apocalypse. If that's the case, my apologies in advance.

I am an adrenaline junky. Not an extremist that base jumps or anything, but I do enjoy the more common stuff like roller coasters. So, Joe recently mentioned that Cedar Point was apparently the Roller Coaster Mecca and was a mere 2 hour drive from his house. One of the roller coasters in the park is Top Thrill Dragster which launches you at 120mph up and back down a 420 foot tower. Did I mention that it is the fastest, the tallest and has the highest drop of any coaster in the world all rolled into one? Well, it is. Very serious fuckin coaster. I decided that was a destination of mine in the immediate future.

I was discussing this plan with a good friend of mine here in Atlanta, Chris (Dego on the forums), while out to lunch with him and his wife. Amazingly, his WIFE said to him "you should go... it sounds fun". What a great wife that must be. Basically, "feel free to go have fun with the guys out of town". Finally after knowing the guy 10 years, he goes on a roadtrip with me.

We take off for Ohio after I get off work on Thursday just as hurricane Ivan is sending rain our way. It added an hour to our drive, but with laptop in tow we had movies to make the time go by. Go team.

After arriving at Joe's, we socialize and play a little Burn Out 3 on the Xbox. While it's not my turn, I pull out the laptop to confirm Cedar Point's opening time. Hrmm... 6pm. We all sorta assumed that it would be open all day even though it's not summer anymore - slight error in judgment, but still tolerable. More time for goofing off during the day.

After said goofing off on Friday, we take off for Cedar Point around 4pm figuring 2 hours to go 130 miles is much more than needed. Our destination was Sandusky, OH. For those of you wondering, it's roughly halfway between Cleveland, OH and Detroit, MI. We load up the GPS and map software on Chris' laptop and off we go. After enjoying an Office Space DVD, we start focusing on the mapping software as we are somewhat nearing the end of our trip. We are still in the middle of nowhere on a little nothing road, but the 1 Cedar Point Drive destination address we punched in is rapidly approaching. Soon, the voice says something to the effect of "Destination 2 minutes away - 1.5 miles ahead". It says this as we're passing corn fields and little else.

We immediately become concerned and note that the destination is not as close to the Lake Erie as previously thought. "I thought the pictures showed the coasters right off the lake." Hrmm... so, being so close, we decide to go to the incorrect destination that mapping software thought was right just out of morbid curiosity. It was a farmhouse with no sign of civilization anywhere nearby. heh

So, we call, get directions from the major highway we'd passed (which had no immediately available entrance onto) and adjusted course accordingly. We were only like 15 miles away, so no big loss, but it did make for a semi-interesting fuckup. The bubbled green line is the route we took :

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We arrive at Cedar Point only 15 minutes after opening and find out that a theme park right off of Lake Erie is probably a bit too windy/cold for the attire the two southerners in the group were wearing, but we soldiered on. Straight to the uber-coaster - Top Thrill Dragster. Just watching the thing launch a couple of times had me pretty excited about the project. After some 50 launches watched while waiting in the queue for the front car, I was just ready to get on the fuckin thing. Finally, the time comes. Joe has to take off his glasses - so, I am his eyes. We stage, we prep and we go.

"We go." Well, that's much like saying "an atomic bomb is a little loud". We are instantly hurtled down the track with an acceleration I've never felt in my life - probably somewhere around 3-3.5 Gs. Needless to say, the comment I was making was immediately cut off and the only thing I can muster is a breathless "whoa".

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I'm on the right getting my face mangled by the Gs along with Joe on the left squinting due to 1> not having glasses on and 2> a very sudden addition of a lot of wind thanks to some serious acceleration. As a matter of fact, the G forces are quite evident on everyone except Chris (2nd car behind Joe). God, it looks like we have to wake the guy up from his nap to enjoy the ride while Joe and I are casually shitting our pants. I guess piloting airplanes desensitizes you - bastard.

At the top of the tower is a very pleasant moment of negative Gs where insane people let go of their deathgrip on the lapbar. Not me since I'm in the first car and I am soon dangling briefly over the edge of the tower and get a solid view of our soon-to-be-decent. I then give a pathetic "oh my god" to which Joe opens his eyes only to shut them immediately as we are looking 42 stories straight down with a 270 degree twist... just for fun.

After the ride finishes we take a second to reflect. The entire process has taken about 17 seconds... 13 of which was at 120mph or rapidly accelerating to that. Wow. There's really no other word to describe it. Just "wow". I've been on about 40 or so roller coasters and nothing could have prepared me for the assault on my senses that ride was. It's probably the only thing I've experienced in my lifetime that actually scared me. So, two thumbs up from Rich.

BTW, if you want to see a video of Top Thrill Dragster, click here (13MB). Little repetitive, but it'll at least give you more than a screenshot view of it.

Sadly, a great deal of the park was closed either due to the lateness of the season, weather, or whatever. So, we only hit one more coaster called the Raptor. It was a very good suspension coaster that flipped, corkscrewed, etc. I enjoyed that a lot and was probably one of the better coasters I've been on, but after having just had my shit wrecked by TTD, it appeared tame.

The rest of the stay in Ohio consisted of playing Burn Out 3 and enjoying the "holy fuck" inducing wrecks, finally getting to see Jason (Ronald McDonald) for the first time over a year and other general merriment/hanging out.

Pretty good trip. Look forward to going back when I have a lot more time.