Hello, I'm tahutoa. But, because I didn't do this despite being on the forum for a good 1.5 years, most of you probably know that already.
I may not be as prolific as the Big Boys CM30, JAWF, Robin, Three-DoubleU-Bee, or the lieutenants below that, 607, Metal, and Magma. Rather, similar to the limerick-spouting Cyril, general nuisance Garrett Waluigi, or stupidface the jester, I am one of those creatures that get more powerful if you talk about them (thankfully, the former two seem to have fallen out of power for the time being-- let's just hope my mentioning them doesn't prove ironic). Again, most of you probably know of my existence already, either through hushed whispers, or the floodgate that is my Waarangements thread. Or the cesspool that is my Statuses page.
In my spare time-- and the time that I should be doing schoolwork-- I make what I like to call waamixes, songs that use the instruments found in a Wario stage. I'm the first place to go if you want to hear a given song in the style of Wario Land 4, because it is my favorite soundfont to use when arranging the MIDIs I create, or MIDIs that others have made, though that's less likely to happen because an annoying amount of people on vgmusic and elsewhere do not know what they're doing-- why, I once downloaded a MIDI of "She's a Lady" and besides being in the same key it sounded literally nothing like it, AND that's the only one you can find that's free!.
I tend to go on lengthy tirades, like this one, usually because I have a lot to say on a subject, or because I make it a point to properly articulate my thoughts as best I can-- it all stems from my absolute desire for absolute transparency (as far as I can get away with), which, in itself stems from my love of attention. Positive attention, at least. I don't really know why I adore it so much outside of my weird, oddly enough hereditary problem of being both crystallized pride and too smart to not notice when someone else is fUckinG better than mE, God my paternal cousins fuckin' suck-- that game of Sorry made me so mad, they were being such cunts and kept killing me, and when they made fun of me for actually flipping the board and calling me out on my tantrum I wanted to gouge my own eyes out. And then hers. It was the angriest I've been in my life that I can recall, practically was seein' vermilion, God I hate them, I hate them; dunno which is worse, sociopath minor or transphobe piece of shit major, I can't believe I actually might prefer your little sister over you now, how the hell did that happen, fuck you-- but my maternal cousin is like legit my closest homie, so it doesn't matter.
...uh. Sorry about that. Hadn't really vented about that anywhere before now. Perhaps now might be the time to mention that I'm literally a high-functioning reatard? I mean, I'm assuming the person reading is one who hadn't realized this beforehand. Apparently, I'm the least retarded a retard can get without being retardation-retardant, so to speak, dig? The guy who can reach up and touch the ceiling of the spectrum, but sometimes slips on a social situation he had not yet encountered and eats shit, then has to scramble back up to the top and apologize before the guilt consumes him. wait, isn't guilt a subsidiary of Pride? Holy shit
But yeah, Metal was totally right when they accused my thread topics of radiating autism. The only time I can ever feel it though is when I have to do schoolwork, because as if fucking up around people wasn't bad enough, I also have ADD (plus a small slurry of the disorders my mother has-- the anxiety pits can and will be hell when I accidentally fall into one, and I can't tab out of MS Paint without having the selection tool as the active tool).
I have no fuckin' clue what I'm doing but chances are if it's not school break than I'm probably procrastinating via it... as a result of being a cripple! Full circle, nigga!
Ummm, I know this is an absolute text wall, but if you read it all, thank you! And I already go to therapy, so don't bother suggesting that.
I have a short fuse, and make a big loud boom, but I'm really just one of those cheap explosives used in stunt shows. When people go >;T at me, no matter how soft the rapier cover may be, I immediately break like porcelain inside, to some degree. Reaally you could just gauge severity in terms of how badly I want to cry afterwards. Dunno what'll lead to [SpongeBob when he gets fired for Karate] but idk if I necessarily do.
ha ha, who wants to see my portfolioooo after all that soul-baringgggg that my instincts tell me was wrong but that notion in itself disgusts me enough to go through with it anywaaayyyyy? ~4/7 of these tracks can't be found elsewhere~ unless you follow my tumblr, but it's mostly just reblogging my tracks so you'd have to dig a little.
....
Billie Jee-ean, is, not myyy luh-huh-ver,
she's just a gi-irl, claims that, IIII, am the one~
MY DU-UDE, IT'S HALF PAST ONE
I may not be as prolific as the Big Boys CM30, JAWF, Robin, Three-DoubleU-Bee, or the lieutenants below that, 607, Metal, and Magma. Rather, similar to the limerick-spouting Cyril, general nuisance Garrett Waluigi, or stupidface the jester, I am one of those creatures that get more powerful if you talk about them (thankfully, the former two seem to have fallen out of power for the time being-- let's just hope my mentioning them doesn't prove ironic). Again, most of you probably know of my existence already, either through hushed whispers, or the floodgate that is my Waarangements thread. Or the cesspool that is my Statuses page.
In my spare time-- and the time that I should be doing schoolwork-- I make what I like to call waamixes, songs that use the instruments found in a Wario stage. I'm the first place to go if you want to hear a given song in the style of Wario Land 4, because it is my favorite soundfont to use when arranging the MIDIs I create, or MIDIs that others have made, though that's less likely to happen because an annoying amount of people on vgmusic and elsewhere do not know what they're doing-- why, I once downloaded a MIDI of "She's a Lady" and besides being in the same key it sounded literally nothing like it, AND that's the only one you can find that's free!.
I tend to go on lengthy tirades, like this one, usually because I have a lot to say on a subject, or because I make it a point to properly articulate my thoughts as best I can-- it all stems from my absolute desire for absolute transparency (as far as I can get away with), which, in itself stems from my love of attention. Positive attention, at least. I don't really know why I adore it so much outside of my weird, oddly enough hereditary problem of being both crystallized pride and too smart to not notice when someone else is fUckinG better than mE, God my paternal cousins fuckin' suck-- that game of Sorry made me so mad, they were being such cunts and kept killing me, and when they made fun of me for actually flipping the board and calling me out on my tantrum I wanted to gouge my own eyes out. And then hers. It was the angriest I've been in my life that I can recall, practically was seein' vermilion, God I hate them, I hate them; dunno which is worse, sociopath minor or transphobe piece of shit major, I can't believe I actually might prefer your little sister over you now, how the hell did that happen, fuck you-- but my maternal cousin is like legit my closest homie, so it doesn't matter.
...uh. Sorry about that. Hadn't really vented about that anywhere before now. Perhaps now might be the time to mention that I'm literally a high-functioning reatard? I mean, I'm assuming the person reading is one who hadn't realized this beforehand. Apparently, I'm the least retarded a retard can get without being retardation-retardant, so to speak, dig? The guy who can reach up and touch the ceiling of the spectrum, but sometimes slips on a social situation he had not yet encountered and eats shit, then has to scramble back up to the top and apologize before the guilt consumes him. wait, isn't guilt a subsidiary of Pride? Holy shit
But yeah, Metal was totally right when they accused my thread topics of radiating autism. The only time I can ever feel it though is when I have to do schoolwork, because as if fucking up around people wasn't bad enough, I also have ADD (plus a small slurry of the disorders my mother has-- the anxiety pits can and will be hell when I accidentally fall into one, and I can't tab out of MS Paint without having the selection tool as the active tool).
I have no fuckin' clue what I'm doing but chances are if it's not school break than I'm probably procrastinating via it... as a result of being a cripple! Full circle, nigga!
Ummm, I know this is an absolute text wall, but if you read it all, thank you! And I already go to therapy, so don't bother suggesting that.
I have a short fuse, and make a big loud boom, but I'm really just one of those cheap explosives used in stunt shows. When people go >;T at me, no matter how soft the rapier cover may be, I immediately break like porcelain inside, to some degree. Reaally you could just gauge severity in terms of how badly I want to cry afterwards. Dunno what'll lead to [SpongeBob when he gets fired for Karate] but idk if I necessarily do.
ha ha, who wants to see my portfolioooo after all that soul-baringgggg that my instincts tell me was wrong but that notion in itself disgusts me enough to go through with it anywaaayyyyy? ~4/7 of these tracks can't be found elsewhere~ unless you follow my tumblr, but it's mostly just reblogging my tracks so you'd have to dig a little.
....
Billie Jee-ean, is, not myyy luh-huh-ver,
she's just a gi-irl, claims that, IIII, am the one~
MY DU-UDE, IT'S HALF PAST ONE