my little brother has always been interested in video games. When I was his age, i was out running around the neighborhood, playing hide and go seek, stubbing my toes on the pavement. i feel like he hasn’t gotten the same experience I had growing up. he’s to focused on his gaming world, that he hasn’t notice the real world.
you use it to control the television and other electronic things. It’s square and it has got a lot of buttons on it. And it’s grey and it’s got batteries in it and it’s funny and it can help you so that you don’t have to stand up every time you want to change the channel to the television. It’s very handy! it’s great. I love it. it’a
The controller sat untouched in the corner of the room. “What’s it for?” Melanie thought. She had never seen it. Then a bear came and ate it. “I guess the world will never know.”
Controllers are like those that you find in books like One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Or they may just be an NES contorller, or an xbox controller. The point is they’re not good. Whether you’re a nurse or a game console, you take over our lives. Controllers suck and they’re everywhere. Fight the combine. Fight the controllers. Go humans. And the world.
He sat on the couch, horribly bored at the onslaught of commercials. He wanted to change the channel, but without the controller, he couldn’t. He simply had to sit there, struggling to remain sane as yet another advertisement flashed on the screen. All he wanted to do was flip back to the football game, what a little thing to ask for, to be prevented by a mere remote device.
The controller was busted. My kids began throwing tantrums because they wanted to play the game again, but there was nothing I could do. I didn’t have time to go out and buy a new one, nor did I have the extra money in the budget this month. I apologized.
I remember years ago playing Atari with my mom and sisters. That is so old I can’t even believe it but I do remember there were a few different controls there were all pretty bizarre, but much easier to use than newer controllers for today’s games.
My mom. My family. My professors. My remote for the tv. TV. What is life? What is control? Is there free will? Of course there is. You’re in charge of your own life, it becomes what you make of it. I am the only controller.
I hold the controller to the game. I am utterly in charge; no one can influence my actions. And of course, when I say “my” actions, I mean the actions of my meaningless character.
That little figure is the subject of my controller; I am subject to fate’s whims. She is merciless and can never be convinced to change her plans.
video game controller. the government. life is controlled. toggled by a bigger person. scenarios are fixed but the stages have different obstacles. the levels are harder and easier at random points of time. a video game. that is life as we know it.
He held the controller firmly in his grasp, his eyes never leaving the screen as he furiously pressed buttons. His sister lay on the couch behind him, mesmerized by the flashing lights on the screen as she stuffed popcorn into her gaping mouth. This was it. This was the last level.
Controlling is to manipulate. Controlling is my mother. Controlling is slavery’s master. Controlling is the need to know and toy with our world. Controlling is a human’s most well understood message. Controller is to video games, which fuel our natural desire for aggression.
you are a controller. Every moment of your life is thought about and planned. Your every action is controlled. Your every word is controlled. Yet, I am not a controller. Energy is wasted. Love is wasted.
The controller to Atari is in my hands and I begin Adventure. I love the pink dragons, they seem so retro, oh wait it just killed me. I start again and go get the sword. Stabbing pixels I am a champion, I win the first level of Adventure. Then I try the 2nd level and decide I hate that rogueish bat so much I can’t play.
The pilot came on over the intercom and began the countdown- our hydraulics had failed and the wheels would not come down- had to be manually lowered. Now wonder if they would hold- The controller in the tower called for firetrucks to be ready- had already sprayed the runway with fire retardant
fuck! they are so mean. they want to be in charge. take care of everything. and get bitchy when they want and can’t have something. i just want to kill them, the conrollers.
I got a Gamecube for my birthday when I was 12 or so. I got two controllers with it. My sister and I used them to play Super Smash Brothers and this racing car game. But I always wanted a third, even though I rarely had a third person over to play with it.
This is not the controller I was looking for. It is a remote, yes, but it is not the one that controls the temperature of your blood when you read the morning paper.
my mom and dad are both controllers. they fight about everything. and want to know and help in everything i do in life. i feel as if they are bastards. i really wish they would let me be. i like being bymyself.
The controller was taking over my life and not in a good way. It was eclipsing all of my personal relationships. I tried leaving it at home but everytime I liiked down it was in my hand again!
Parents– the ultimate controllers. Or so their children like to think. They like to think that their parents are just control freaks, but it is with time and experience that they realize that they do it out of love.
The controller sat at his desk, not crying, but sad all the same. He had been overshadowed by his brother the fat controller all his life and now he waited for his mother to enter his office and evaluate his life.
My controller for my TV is black. It is perched cutely on the edge of my dresser to the right of me. It’s placed face-down so that it will not slide off the corner. I never bother watching TV so it’s rarely used. The way it’s placed is still convenient, though.
Little strings from a marionette attack your limbs. Tugging strings make you come alive in a way that you never have been before. You arms hurt from the tugging but at the dame time your heart beats for more.
this site is very controller! pushes me to write something about in a forgein language. it is very hard and i must be controller on the language toı write something properly.
I like TV. It’s awesome. Also, video games. I like Half Life. And Kingdom Hearts. I wish I could control the world. I would make those stupid people stop fighting. Yeah. I want some penguins. I want a penguin army. Also, squirrels.
My mother. Alex’s favorite thing in the living room. What I don’t want to be to my daughter. What I have to be as a director and a teacher. An illusion, mostly, made to help us feel safe when in reality….we are not.
i like to use this when i play games, its fun except when they break,
they come in many different sizes and shapes for many different game systems.
They also are used for television usage. changing channels and turning up the volume. they are fun
He controls me. I don’t like it. I used to be the controller but now i don’t even have my own thoughts. They’re all him. I see him everywhere. It thrills me and torments me and shakes me to my core. All I want is control. But even as I say that it’s a lie. All i want is him.
Also known in my house as the buttons. I understand they control what Chanel you are watching but i also see that you have to press the right buttons to get to where you want to be. I have suffered much ridicule over you stupid ‘controller’. Am i alone? or am I in control here?
I threw the controller in frustration against the wall. I guess I’m not on my game today. Literally. I watched my character’s “Kill Playback”, and saw the practically invisible enemy snipe him from the shadows. The jerk. Hiding in the shadows like a wimp. Come out and face me like a man.
Of course, I’m just a girl playing videogames because she’s nonconfrontational and doesn’t want to deal with the world today. So I picked up the controller and thumbed my character back into action. If I can’t get my revenge in the real world, I can get it in this made up one.
my little brother has always been interested in video games. When I was his age, i was out running around the neighborhood, playing hide and go seek, stubbing my toes on the pavement. i feel like he hasn’t gotten the same experience I had growing up. he’s to focused on his gaming world, that he hasn’t notice the real world.
you use it to control the television and other electronic things. It’s square and it has got a lot of buttons on it. And it’s grey and it’s got batteries in it and it’s funny and it can help you so that you don’t have to stand up every time you want to change the channel to the television. It’s very handy! it’s great. I love it. it’a
The controller sat untouched in the corner of the room. “What’s it for?” Melanie thought. She had never seen it. Then a bear came and ate it. “I guess the world will never know.”
Controllers are like those that you find in books like One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Or they may just be an NES contorller, or an xbox controller. The point is they’re not good. Whether you’re a nurse or a game console, you take over our lives. Controllers suck and they’re everywhere. Fight the combine. Fight the controllers. Go humans. And the world.
He sat on the couch, horribly bored at the onslaught of commercials. He wanted to change the channel, but without the controller, he couldn’t. He simply had to sit there, struggling to remain sane as yet another advertisement flashed on the screen. All he wanted to do was flip back to the football game, what a little thing to ask for, to be prevented by a mere remote device.
The controller was busted. My kids began throwing tantrums because they wanted to play the game again, but there was nothing I could do. I didn’t have time to go out and buy a new one, nor did I have the extra money in the budget this month. I apologized.
I remember years ago playing Atari with my mom and sisters. That is so old I can’t even believe it but I do remember there were a few different controls there were all pretty bizarre, but much easier to use than newer controllers for today’s games.
My mom. My family. My professors. My remote for the tv. TV. What is life? What is control? Is there free will? Of course there is. You’re in charge of your own life, it becomes what you make of it. I am the only controller.
I hold the controller to the game. I am utterly in charge; no one can influence my actions. And of course, when I say “my” actions, I mean the actions of my meaningless character.
That little figure is the subject of my controller; I am subject to fate’s whims. She is merciless and can never be convinced to change her plans.
video game controller. the government. life is controlled. toggled by a bigger person. scenarios are fixed but the stages have different obstacles. the levels are harder and easier at random points of time. a video game. that is life as we know it.
He held the controller firmly in his grasp, his eyes never leaving the screen as he furiously pressed buttons. His sister lay on the couch behind him, mesmerized by the flashing lights on the screen as she stuffed popcorn into her gaping mouth. This was it. This was the last level.
I wish i had a controller for my life.
Controlling is to manipulate. Controlling is my mother. Controlling is slavery’s master. Controlling is the need to know and toy with our world. Controlling is a human’s most well understood message. Controller is to video games, which fuel our natural desire for aggression.
you are a controller. Every moment of your life is thought about and planned. Your every action is controlled. Your every word is controlled. Yet, I am not a controller. Energy is wasted. Love is wasted.
The controller to Atari is in my hands and I begin Adventure. I love the pink dragons, they seem so retro, oh wait it just killed me. I start again and go get the sword. Stabbing pixels I am a champion, I win the first level of Adventure. Then I try the 2nd level and decide I hate that rogueish bat so much I can’t play.
Someone who thinks they know better then you. Rarely true. Lol
The pilot came on over the intercom and began the countdown- our hydraulics had failed and the wheels would not come down- had to be manually lowered. Now wonder if they would hold- The controller in the tower called for firetrucks to be ready- had already sprayed the runway with fire retardant
fuck! they are so mean. they want to be in charge. take care of everything. and get bitchy when they want and can’t have something. i just want to kill them, the conrollers.
I got a Gamecube for my birthday when I was 12 or so. I got two controllers with it. My sister and I used them to play Super Smash Brothers and this racing car game. But I always wanted a third, even though I rarely had a third person over to play with it.
This is not the controller I was looking for. It is a remote, yes, but it is not the one that controls the temperature of your blood when you read the morning paper.
my mom and dad are both controllers. they fight about everything. and want to know and help in everything i do in life. i feel as if they are bastards. i really wish they would let me be. i like being bymyself.
The controller was taking over my life and not in a good way. It was eclipsing all of my personal relationships. I tried leaving it at home but everytime I liiked down it was in my hand again!
Who is the controller? He is the one with the master plan. The plan that guides us all. The plan that maps our destiny.
Remote controller. dominate person. Attacker. Rulership. Nintendo 64. Channels.
A molester of the mind and of the will.
Parents– the ultimate controllers. Or so their children like to think. They like to think that their parents are just control freaks, but it is with time and experience that they realize that they do it out of love.
My game controller is yellow. Its never been used, and still shiny. Its just being used now, and the games is brand new and fun!
a remote of some sort that controls something its pointing at. Only if its programmed to it.
The controller sat at his desk, not crying, but sad all the same. He had been overshadowed by his brother the fat controller all his life and now he waited for his mother to enter his office and evaluate his life.
My controller for my TV is black. It is perched cutely on the edge of my dresser to the right of me. It’s placed face-down so that it will not slide off the corner. I never bother watching TV so it’s rarely used. The way it’s placed is still convenient, though.
Little strings from a marionette attack your limbs. Tugging strings make you come alive in a way that you never have been before. You arms hurt from the tugging but at the dame time your heart beats for more.
this site is very controller! pushes me to write something about in a forgein language. it is very hard and i must be controller on the language toı write something properly.
I like TV. It’s awesome. Also, video games. I like Half Life. And Kingdom Hearts. I wish I could control the world. I would make those stupid people stop fighting. Yeah. I want some penguins. I want a penguin army. Also, squirrels.
My mother. Alex’s favorite thing in the living room. What I don’t want to be to my daughter. What I have to be as a director and a teacher. An illusion, mostly, made to help us feel safe when in reality….we are not.
i like to use this when i play games, its fun except when they break,
they come in many different sizes and shapes for many different game systems.
They also are used for television usage. changing channels and turning up the volume. they are fun
My first thought was of a game controller, but as i let my mind go, it began to drift toward a different controller….one of the mind.
He controls me. I don’t like it. I used to be the controller but now i don’t even have my own thoughts. They’re all him. I see him everywhere. It thrills me and torments me and shakes me to my core. All I want is control. But even as I say that it’s a lie. All i want is him.
Also known in my house as the buttons. I understand they control what Chanel you are watching but i also see that you have to press the right buttons to get to where you want to be. I have suffered much ridicule over you stupid ‘controller’. Am i alone? or am I in control here?
I threw the controller in frustration against the wall. I guess I’m not on my game today. Literally. I watched my character’s “Kill Playback”, and saw the practically invisible enemy snipe him from the shadows. The jerk. Hiding in the shadows like a wimp. Come out and face me like a man.
Of course, I’m just a girl playing videogames because she’s nonconfrontational and doesn’t want to deal with the world today. So I picked up the controller and thumbed my character back into action. If I can’t get my revenge in the real world, I can get it in this made up one.
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