Last time things were looking super hopeful, but one must ask themselves: “If everything was looking good for E&N, why the fuck is Jew on RBX?” The answer is actually pretty simple: shit got fucked up, but in a good way. What the fuck does that mean? Read the conclusion of my internet history to find out.
For a while Riv wasn’t speaking to me. He got mad that I told him the ending to Kick Ass before he got to see it, and for some reason that makes me the worst thing to ever walk the face of the earth. We’re bros now, though. Thanks to Optimist’s mustache, I’ve also reconciled with Marion. I felt terrible about owing EdWood money every day, but even that was eventually mended. I’m really glad to have finally been able to pay him and fix that broken bond as well. Perhaps I may warm up to the idea of talking to Smurf again, but I doubt it.
I had caught the writing bug again, and without an actual place to put my content yet, I had been putting my articles on my facebook page as notes.
Time continued to pass as time shall, and The hype of Mister Woodzell and myself joining forces lit a fire under Frank’s ass, who had built himself a little website of his own during this time. He built it in a cave… with a box of scraps. You may have heard of it. Turns out that little snot nosed kid who used to contribute to THI during it’s death throes had followed me to E&N version 1.0, and decided to take matters into his own hands after my falling out. Frank has grown into a fine man.
Woodzy got himself pregnant, however, and ended up having to drop out of the E&N project to go be a grownup. It looked like I was going to be out of the Internet business for good this time, since I have no idea how to do any of that fancy HTML stuff on my own, but then Soul Calibur V came out.
Somehow the idea had come about for Frank and I to team up and review the game together… harshly. IT didn’t work out that way, but I had gone ahead and written a review of it anyway, and Frank decided to post it on the very website you are reading now. I still had the writing itch, as well as a whole facebook profile full of content that needed a home, and that made the decision to come on board RBX as a writer incredibly easy to make. After that things just went organically, and now I am ironically the Smurf to his Jew.
And that brings us to the present day. I still would have liked to see my sexy E&N design come to fruition, but whatever. The important thing is that I have a home to call my own, and I want to make the most of it. I am very grateful to everyone who has helped me, taught me, or worked with me in the past, even if I’m not on speaking terms with them currently. I wouldn’t be the person that I am today without all of you. This includes anyone I haven’t mentioned, as well as Andrew “Test” Martin.
And for the love of god, Frank: Don’t ever take automobile purchasing advice from me if I offer it.