Playing with Balls

I’ve always had a passion for soccer and I don’t just mean watching the World Cup in a little pub while drowning my brain. I just like to play. More so, I like to juggle (a reference to maneuvering a bouncing ball around one’s body and air without touching the ground). The skill I’ve acquired from years of juggling soccer, volley, and basket balls helped me out when I jumped into hacking (no reference to computation).

As with all skills one has, I pride myself in my ability, but also realize that there are people much more dedicated than I and therefore extremely better in their precision. I thoroughly enjoy juggling with a skilled footsman almost as much as I enjoy the likes of an herbal cylinder. One day, while lazily watching the tube, I stumbled upon this fascinating commercial from Nike. It displays many talented athletes using their skill to pass a soccer ball through and through screens. (We all remember the Scary Movie scene)

After viewing this video, I easily found it on Youtube and decided to venture out and try to find more videos with astonishing soccer acrobatic filling. My conclusion: Nothing compares to this man or this video! Some say it’s bull, CG, or just not possible; I disagree. Just because one cannot conceive of this ability does not mean one’s jealousy cancels out anothers impeccable skill. Enjoy!

Mike Wroblewski

...For eighteen years my mind was held captive by a robotic core nervous system controlled by a secret government paid project called the Asur System. They were able to subjugate my mind in accordance with their "system". Years were spent gathering bits of information and experiencing the events in between objectives. The help of a fated stranger, H, allowed me to free myself from the constraints instilled by the conglomeration. H was able to hack my system and provide me with the freedom to think completely on my own. It was only a matter of time before the conglomeration would get to H. The order was sent for me to take out the very individual who aided in my escape. Luckily, my new abilities had allowed me to combat my wicked ways. In my failure to execute my freer, the hit grew to both of us. After a years of running and hiding they caught up to us, but this time I wasn't able to hold them off. I managed to escape. H did not. Since that day dark day, I've stopped running. Now I am the one chasing. Every day is a beautifully orchestrated battle amongst a field of flowers. The war between the Asur and me is an endless one. Eternally, I absorb information and battle their D-Men as they come along; expanding my mind to fulfill the universe. I am Mr. O'siris

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