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So uh, yeah, apparently this exists. A RESIDENT EVIL SHOOTEM UP. And only in Japan you’ll see cool stuff like this, smh:
"If you’ve ever wanted to take part in a zombie apocalypse, but without your brain being eaten, look no further. It’s right here in Universal Studios Japan.”
Today in Osaka, Universal Studios Japan rolled out its latest attraction, Resident Evil The Real. Here’s an inside look at the attraction, which is open for a limited time only.
As previously mentioned, Resident Evil The Real (aka “Biohazard The Real”) is a live-action shooting attraction at USJ that uses the same practice shooting system used by police and military. Each visitor is equipped with a 700 gram “model gun” that only has thirty virtual bullets. The goal is to shoot the zombies and other creatures, eradicating the virus contagion.
The attraction is divided into two stages. The first stage has two different routes: The Raccoon City Police Department route and the hospital route. Groups of eight go through each course, shooting zombies and other monsters along the way. Clear the first stage, and you can continue to the second, which is set in the Umbrella Research Center, for the final showdown.
This makes "The Walking Dead "Universal studios attraction look like a stroll through the The Grove in Glendale, Ca.
One ticket to Japan, please, and thank you.
I am 25 years old, and I live a very “day-to-day” life style. I have absolutely nothing planned for life. I have no savings, no long term goals, no specific dreams of any sort (other than the vague “contentment with life”). When asked what my dreams in life were, I couldn’t even think of a single legitimate answer. I know the future isn’t guaranteed to me, so there is that. I realize I am still relatively young, but is there a certain time when I should start panicking?
Panicking about what? You could die tomorrow or in fifty years. Either way, your dreams don’t mean shit. They never did, except to the extent that they keep you chasing after that vague sense of contentment, however distant and out of focus it always seems to remain.
Make a plan. Don’t. It doesn’t matter. Sure, it couldn’t hurt to start saving a little money. Lord knows when you’ll need it for a college fund or a Disney cruise or a halfway decent DUI attorney.
This is the part where you’re supposed to keep your head down and work. Be productive. Be a good little consumer. Earn. Save. Spend. Have your well-regulated units of fun on the weekend, but nothing too crazy.
You’ll blink and ten years will have slipped away. You’ll still consider yourself relatively young, but the teenagers will already have started to confuse you. You’ll realize that you’ve accidentally fallen into full-on adulthood. Marriage. Mortgage. Kids. Where the fuck did they come from?
Blink again, and you’ll be fifty years old, just as lost and clueless as you are today. You’ll catch that first real glimpse of your own mortality. Still, no reason to panic. The blood tests came back negative. It’s only a minor procedure. You’re going to be just fine.
One more blink and it’s all over, a day-to-day lifestyle stretched out to its inevitable conclusion, and if you’re very lucky, your last day will include good drugs and a comfortable mattress. That’s it. That’s the most you can ever hope for, because even in that final moment, you still won’t have a single legitimate answer. You never will.
So go ahead, make a plan for your life if you think it will help. Have a specific dream if it makes you feel better. Just be sure to work hard. Stay out of trouble. Fill your free time with yoga and book clubs and fantasy football leagues and cable news. Do whatever you can to avoid gazing inward into that gaping void, because the simplest answer to your question is yes.
Yes, there is a certain time when you should start panicking. Yes, that time is right now. Yes, every fucking second of your waking consciousness should be filled with existential terror at your utter insignificance and inevitable annihilation. Yes, the entire human experiment is nothing more than a sick and futile joke.
So yes, go ahead and start panicking. It still won’t do you any good.
I don’t normally get into reality TV competitions, but this show is ridiculous beyond belief and Marina is batshit crazy. However, I love every minute of her.
Someone called the B&N I work at a few weeks ago and asked, “How much is it to take out books?” The person who answered the call replied, “It’s different for every book. Because we’re a store not a library.”
my hobbies include being right and petting other peoples cats
Kids better learn.
American Horror Story Coven
A perfect ending to a long day
I love this so much
If anyone knows me, they know I like to cook and bake. It’s something I would do CONSTANTLY when I had my own kitchen in Japan. Since moving home, I let that part of me die a little. I share my kitchen with my grandparents, and though they don’t often interrupt, for me cooking in private is so therapeutic. So, I kept my head down for over a year, and really gave up doing something that I love. I decided to start eating frozen or prepackaged foods, fast food, or anything that didn’t involve cooking. It was actually pretty cost effective, but not good to my waistline. I gained probably 20 lbs from ditching real food.
Well, that is all over. I spent Christmas break cooking again and baking. I’ve been experimenting with recipes (only for baked things, never for cooking) like homemade bagels and homemade pretzels. I have an awful relationship with yeast (I cannot work with it) and I am trying to get over that.
I do not want to turn into a health nut, because I believe that food should be eaten and it should taste good. And tasting good usually involves a lot of salt and butter and fat. And bacon. But knowing that I made the food I am going to eat, it will taste a whole lot better and be more gratifying than a drive thru cheeseburger.