Posted March 03, 2014
high rated
* * * PLEASE NOTE: IMPORTANT UPDATE AT FOOT OF POST * * *
NOW HEAR THIS:
Fellow GOGlodytes,
Recently our weekly giveaways that we've loved so much have been put on hold for various personal reasons of the kind donors. However we as a group feel that it is important that there is a regular event that just brightens a person's day. So in honour of our absent, and much regarded, weekly gifters, a group you may now know as "The Sigil" have decided to hold a weekly giveaway for all to enter.
A simple throw your hat in, a $10 game of your choice if you win.
Sachys has kindly agreed to manage this process, and ensure that the winners get their codes. It may take a bit longer than with the other giveaways simply to co-ordinate it.
Post to be entered. Our identities are not to be revealed by the winners - or else their future entries will be refused.
Kind Regards,
The Sigil
ADDITIONAL:
This is a simple lottery - one person, one entry. Entries for anyone other than yourself and your own personal gaming enjoyment will not be counted.
* * * UPDATED ENTRY REQUIREMENTS:
Recently a surge of new users has been noted. In an effort to integrate them into the community here and provide them with identity, ALL entrants must now have an avatar and something other than "new user" as their "forum title".
The title can be changed , and the avatar [url=https://secure.gog.com/account/settings]HERE.
Entries not adhering to these requirements will not qualify.
YOU MAY RETURN TO YOUR GOGLODATION!
ENTRIES CLOSE 6PM GMT WEDNESDAY MARCH 19th
* * * *
...and from me guys: if you could please refrain from bumping the thread, it would be a great help as it makes keeping tally and checking for double entries a little difficult.
* * * * *
The following is for your information, and does not affect your entry in any way:
The close date for this edition of the giveaway is two weeks away.
This is due to the fact my dad is currently in the hospice, and will not be returning. The universe has decided to revoke his breathing visa, and he will, at some point in the coming days, be deported to whatever is beyond what we know.
As a former merchant sailor of fifteen years, and having done his national service as a mechanic in the army back in the height of the cold war, he seems well prepared (he already has his bags packed for his "big trip").
Having conqured cancer twice in a year (and within two weeks of each being back hiking again, and telling his old salty tales of life at sea in an era few had such a scope upon), it has come as something of a surprise to us these last few months that his health has plummeted. The cancer has returned. His liver (what was left after the second cancer) is corrupted by it and he will not survive.
At the age of 79, October just gone, my dad has seen it all: lived on a lighthouse, witnessed the glory of the Glasgow shipyards in their heyday in his childhood. He was a wartime evacuee and watched as german bombers flew over the river Tay towards Dundee and Perth. Cheered as the flak guns fired at them, and shrank in horror at the result.
He drove munitions, troops and mechanised infantry along the iron curtain during the height of the cold war in a time of panic, escalation and reasonable fear of all out armageddon.
He imported denim jeans, Johnny cash and Rock N Roll music to the UK in a time when the only citizens who knew about it were people like him - and their families.
He was at the cuban missle crisis, and against orders, ensured sinking boat refugees got on his ship, he sailed the Artic wastes, ran from armed militants in a South African port during tensions, and was saved by some young black men that helped change his world perspective. he shifted crates on the New York docks as a bit of spare cash - hired by a mafia crook. He fought the Krays over the choice of a Duane Eddy tune on the jukebox in a London docklands cafe and spent time in prison for armed robbery because when he left national service, there was nothing for him to return to.
When he returned from sea, he fathered three kids and worked himself to the bone to keep them alive - in a factory. When he was ade redundant, he continued to work at any available job. He eventually got a job again at the factory as a cleaner and worked there until his mid 70s.
He was a source of knowledge on the second world war, sruvivalism, nature... and oddly, the paintings of Turner.
He has outlived all but five of his siblings (from a family of at least thirteen)... and he remembers so little of it all.
I'm the lucky one in the family - for all the shit I've had to deal with these last few years in looking after the crotchety old bastard, I'm the one whose able to share them with you - to have known all that from someone who was there.
He will soon be no more.
So, for this fortnight, it's not just for the absent friends - I'd like it if you could share a tale or two about your friends and family that have passed on. let them have a bit of eternal life on the internet - because its like an elephant that way.
...and for the record, any "sorry", "prayers" or "my heart goes out to" kind of comments aren't welcome - neither of us have ever liked that kinda sentimentality.
Live your life and leave that shit for the hippies and blaze some fucking JOHNNY CASH! - that's what my dad has done, and thats why I will miss him.
Edit: forgot to add, I said to him I'd do this the other day. His response:
"FUCKIN NUMPTIES!"
:)
NOW HEAR THIS:
Fellow GOGlodytes,
Recently our weekly giveaways that we've loved so much have been put on hold for various personal reasons of the kind donors. However we as a group feel that it is important that there is a regular event that just brightens a person's day. So in honour of our absent, and much regarded, weekly gifters, a group you may now know as "The Sigil" have decided to hold a weekly giveaway for all to enter.
A simple throw your hat in, a $10 game of your choice if you win.
Sachys has kindly agreed to manage this process, and ensure that the winners get their codes. It may take a bit longer than with the other giveaways simply to co-ordinate it.
Post to be entered. Our identities are not to be revealed by the winners - or else their future entries will be refused.
Kind Regards,
The Sigil
ADDITIONAL:
This is a simple lottery - one person, one entry. Entries for anyone other than yourself and your own personal gaming enjoyment will not be counted.
* * * UPDATED ENTRY REQUIREMENTS:
Recently a surge of new users has been noted. In an effort to integrate them into the community here and provide them with identity, ALL entrants must now have an avatar and something other than "new user" as their "forum title".
The title can be changed , and the avatar [url=https://secure.gog.com/account/settings]HERE.
Entries not adhering to these requirements will not qualify.
YOU MAY RETURN TO YOUR GOGLODATION!
ENTRIES CLOSE 6PM GMT WEDNESDAY MARCH 19th
* * * *
* * * * *
The following is for your information, and does not affect your entry in any way:
The close date for this edition of the giveaway is two weeks away.
This is due to the fact my dad is currently in the hospice, and will not be returning. The universe has decided to revoke his breathing visa, and he will, at some point in the coming days, be deported to whatever is beyond what we know.
As a former merchant sailor of fifteen years, and having done his national service as a mechanic in the army back in the height of the cold war, he seems well prepared (he already has his bags packed for his "big trip").
Having conqured cancer twice in a year (and within two weeks of each being back hiking again, and telling his old salty tales of life at sea in an era few had such a scope upon), it has come as something of a surprise to us these last few months that his health has plummeted. The cancer has returned. His liver (what was left after the second cancer) is corrupted by it and he will not survive.
At the age of 79, October just gone, my dad has seen it all: lived on a lighthouse, witnessed the glory of the Glasgow shipyards in their heyday in his childhood. He was a wartime evacuee and watched as german bombers flew over the river Tay towards Dundee and Perth. Cheered as the flak guns fired at them, and shrank in horror at the result.
He drove munitions, troops and mechanised infantry along the iron curtain during the height of the cold war in a time of panic, escalation and reasonable fear of all out armageddon.
He imported denim jeans, Johnny cash and Rock N Roll music to the UK in a time when the only citizens who knew about it were people like him - and their families.
He was at the cuban missle crisis, and against orders, ensured sinking boat refugees got on his ship, he sailed the Artic wastes, ran from armed militants in a South African port during tensions, and was saved by some young black men that helped change his world perspective. he shifted crates on the New York docks as a bit of spare cash - hired by a mafia crook. He fought the Krays over the choice of a Duane Eddy tune on the jukebox in a London docklands cafe and spent time in prison for armed robbery because when he left national service, there was nothing for him to return to.
When he returned from sea, he fathered three kids and worked himself to the bone to keep them alive - in a factory. When he was ade redundant, he continued to work at any available job. He eventually got a job again at the factory as a cleaner and worked there until his mid 70s.
He was a source of knowledge on the second world war, sruvivalism, nature... and oddly, the paintings of Turner.
He has outlived all but five of his siblings (from a family of at least thirteen)... and he remembers so little of it all.
I'm the lucky one in the family - for all the shit I've had to deal with these last few years in looking after the crotchety old bastard, I'm the one whose able to share them with you - to have known all that from someone who was there.
He will soon be no more.
So, for this fortnight, it's not just for the absent friends - I'd like it if you could share a tale or two about your friends and family that have passed on. let them have a bit of eternal life on the internet - because its like an elephant that way.
...and for the record, any "sorry", "prayers" or "my heart goes out to" kind of comments aren't welcome - neither of us have ever liked that kinda sentimentality.
Live your life and leave that shit for the hippies and blaze some fucking JOHNNY CASH! - that's what my dad has done, and thats why I will miss him.
Edit: forgot to add, I said to him I'd do this the other day. His response:
"FUCKIN NUMPTIES!"
:)
Post edited March 19, 2014 by Sachys
