Hey man don’t make fun of that shit he found other people with bullet time powers.
me and my friends are having so much fun with yomi we gonna support it even w/o the street fighter characters
After Mango Sirlin balanced my diet I lost 500 lb’s :tup:
I got 2nd in the Street Fighter Alpha 2 tournament (part of Midwest Championships, not Evolution), somehow losing to Justin Wong
, somehow losing to Justin Wong
, somehow losing to Justin Wong
, somehow losing to Justin Wong
god was tkain the day off i guess
You don’t understand he didn’t have slow motion on his side
we must show suprport for mr. sirlin and his card game that have a panda that cost a 1000 dollars
plz give yomi the love that Capcom did not
everynoe we can be half man half panda if we try … Sirlin Games Forever
Sirline owns. Enough said.
Sirlin balanced breakfast. 
Really sorry to hear that capcom denied the awesome yomi game, I hope STHD is a huge success and that Sirlin can continue onto even greater projects.
sirlin is #1
according to ray kurzweil, people should take 250 nutritional supplements a day
But seriously…seriously save your criticisms of any of that. Let it go. I have so far told you about 0.001% of what he said, so any trash talk you have will be ill-informed and picking on things like whether AI is “real intelligence.” If I could tell you the rest, you’d see how fucking real he means it.
warning: long, mostly serious post ahead, worth reading though
in case anyone doesn’t “get” why i’m harping on kurzweil itt, here are the relevant points in list form:
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the guy made a name for himself by predicting that we will develop perfect AI, that humans will merge with the awesome technology OF THE FUTURE and stave off aging, etc. the point when machines will supposedly become sentient is called “the singularity”
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there is no evidence whatsoever for any of this, being that it’s largely based on future predictions and human beings tend to suck at that. if anything, the rate of scientific progress has already begun to slow - compare 1930-1969 and 1970-today, and it’s clear that the former period saw more significant innovations.
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besides this, you would have to be a dumbass to WANT machines to become sentient anyway, as you would not survive in any recognizable form if at all. the guy who originally came up with the idea before kurzweil said precisely this, but it got lost in all the nerd fantasies. additionally, 1/3 of the world’s population has no electricity and thus would get screwed even worse by this than they already are, but they’re brown & poor so they don’t matter to the sheltered white suburban geeks who fall for this shit. you see, them niggas just need to order those nanite-powered bootstraps which will surely become available thanks to THE SINGULARITY
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finally, in addition to futuristic pseudoscience, we have the pseudoscience of today! kurzweil promotes nutritional supplements for everyone and claims they helped reverse his diabetes among other things. i already mentioned this in my last post, but the thing here is that there is almost no evidence of any supplements extending one’s lifespan; peer-reviewed studies indicate that they are helpful for select groups (the elderly, people with certain illnesses) but not for the general public. sure, protein powder can be a nice addition to your diet, but its impact on overall health falls into the “minor” category. and that’s one of the BEST of the lot.
so, why does any of this matter? simple!
sirlin is an avowed fan of richard dawkins, a biologist/pissed-off atheist who stresses the virtues of the scientific method over faith and emotion, and has even written a piece himself promoting a similar message. that’s fine and dandy, but the point i’ve been making this whole time is that all the shit kurzweil hypes is almost as faith-based as any religion and potentially harmful in its own right; people often use “TECHNOLOGY WILL FIX IT” as a reason not to care about global warming or peak oil, and hundreds of thousands of AIDS victims in south africa have been convinced to stop taking their anti-retroviral drugs in favor of nutritional supplements.
tl;dr ray kurzweil is the secular equivalent to l. ron hubbard, and david sirlin is just another dime-a-dozen internet nerd who thinks “he’s like, on a level above another level that’s above everyone else” because his stuff sounds cool and doesn’t have god in it
shut up dont say another bad thing about dovod sorlon
cool story brah
They say in life, you are given many choices. You are presented with many opportunities that will shape your destiny I guess you could say.
Deep within a dark battle-torn factory, a young, battered game designer laid unconscious, on the verge of death, amongst a fallen army of mangled robot warriors. Nothing but blaring emergency sirens could be heard as the ground shook from constant eruptions of overloaded machinery.
I remember my father telling me that anything was possible, whatever I wanted from life, it was mine for the taking.
A blaze of fire began to spread throughout the industrial complex, slowly engulfing everything in its path. Black smoke filled the air as the outbreak of the fire continued. The heat was tremendous, turning the factory into an oven of sorts. The building started to shake violently; debris falling from the ceiling above.
He told me to never back down, never let anything get in my way. He told me to, Blaze my own trail.
He made it sound like it would be so easy.
The eyes of the fallen game designer slid open as he coughed and sputtered back to life. He choked on the thick smoke-filled air, causing his eyes to water and turn blood red. He couldn’t make sense of any of it. He didn’t know where he was or what had happened. His head was pounding harder than he had ever felt. The sheer intensity of the pain made him want to vomit. As the building around him continued to crumble, the designer rolled on his stomach and struggled to his feet.
It’s really amazing how fast life can turn from perfect, to absolute hell. All the things you take for granted - your friends, your family, your home - can all be taken from you in the blink of an eye, without warning.
The game designer got to his feet and looked all around him in a panic, trying to figure out what was going on; he just couldn’t remember. He was bloody and bruised; cuts and lacerations covered his body, and he felt like his head would explode at any moment from the jarring pain. A large piece of debris from above slammed into the ground nearby. One thing was for certain: this building was coming down, and he had to get out of there, fast.
I never wanted this. I never had the desire to be what I have become. They all called me a freak. They said I didn’t belong. And still, I sacrificed everything for them.
Clear on the other end of the factory, daylight was shining in from a large doorway, acting as the light at the end of the tunnel. The game designer stumbled towards it, and as the fire spread, many assorted machines began to explode all around him. Ignited scraps of twisted metal flew through the air with every thunderous blast. The game designer noticed the remains of destroyed robots scattered all over the concrete floor, at which point a vision of battle flashed in his head. He was the one that laid waste to these machines.
My father would always say he saw something in me. He said I would do great things, no matter what path I chose to go down. This makes me wonder if he always knew. Maybe he did know about this gift I possess.
The game designer continued to stumble through the flaming wreckage. He had barely enough energy to walk, let alone stand.
A familiar, yet sinister voice suddenly filled the entire building. Human, mark my words. You will regret this event for the rest of your days. You have made a powerful enemy. You will not get away with this atrocity you have committed. If you leave this place, I will not rest until I hunt you down and claim your life. I will find you. Yes, even if it means watching everyone you care for die, one by one, in order for me to find you, so be it. Why don’t you just give up already? This is just the beginning. You can’t possibly envision yourself defeating me do you?
They say I’m a hero, they have told me I have done things no one would ever have the courage to do. I don’t see it that way. I’m no hero. I only did what anyone else would do when your back is against the wall; when you have nothing left. I did this for me. When there’s nothing more that can be taken from you, you don’t need courage, because the fear is gone. I did what I did, because I had a death wish.
Do what you must, game designer, but we will meet again, mark my words human.
This time a robotic voice blared loud over what had to be the intercom, Lock down sequence initiated.
The piercing sound of metal on metal ripped through the smoke filled factory. A large behemoth of a door slowly began to drop from above the illuminated exit on the far end. The game designer was still a several hundred feet from being out of the collapsing building. A huge steel beam fell from above, obliterating the concrete floor only but ten feet ahead of him. The impact of the beam caused the game designer to stumble to his knees. He looked up from his fall. The door was about halfway closed. Hope of escape was inevitably slipping from his grasp.
They say in life, you’re given many choices. You get to shape your own destiny. I don’t believe that anymore. I believe we are all destined for something that we have no control over. I was never given a choice over what I have become. I was never given a choice whether or not to accept this overbearing responsibility that has been placed upon my shoulders.
He couldn’t find the strength to go on. He just didnt have the energy. At this point, hope was just a memory, as he had lost all of it. Debris was falling like rain all around him now. This building was about to give out and collapse right on top of him. There was no way he could get enough speed to make it out in time. Maybe this was his time to die; maybe he wasn’t meant to make it out alive.
There was one bit of advice my father gave me that rang true. One of the most important gems of wisdom he passed on to me was this: Never forget who you are.
Sirlin!! A distant voice cried out.
The game designer looked up from his defeated state and saw a big, fat, Chinese panda bear standing at the door, hundreds of feet away. The terrified panda looked on as the inside of the large factory was slowly collapsing all around the fallen game designer. The panda quickly glanced up towards the descending door, now half way closed, looked back down towards his injured friend, and then back up at the door. It was about 50 feet from sealing the game designers fate. He was too frightened to help, but he didn’t know what to do, and he wasn’t prepared to watch this particular life be claimed right before his eyes.
Sirlin PLEASE! GET UP! YOU CAN MAKE IT! YOU CAN’T JUST GIVE UP LIKE THIS! The big Chinese panda screamed his plea as loud as he possibly could.
Sirlin that’s what they call me. It’s like I’m some superhero you read about in comic books but like I said before, I’m no hero. I’m just unlucky.
Ugh! Dammit Sirlin! The panda threw aside his fear and decided to help his friend.
Using his flight powers, he safely passed over the flames and burning wreckage. Several steel ceiling support beams began to sporadically fall from above, destined to crush the flying panda in midair. Utilizing his innate agility, the panda was able to maneuver safely over to the game designer, who still laid dormant on the ground.
He landed next to the game designer and grabbed hold of his arm, desperately attempting to pull him to his feet. His efforts proved futile. The game designer came to for a moment and looked up at the panicked bear who was pulling on his arm while giving words of encouragement.
Sirlin, please! We have about a minute before that door closes! Come on! Please! Get up! I can’t lose you like this! He cried out, tears welling up in his eyes.
The game designer jerked his arm from the panda’s grasp. Lum, get outta here. Just go! I can’t make it, just save yourself.
Youre just gonna give up like this? After everything you have taught me? Youve always told me to never give up! Sirlin, don’t you know how much Capcom needs you? Ono has destroyed so many of its cities, taken so many lives, and no one has ever had the courage to try too stop him. You’re a hero, Sirlin! If you don’t choose to get up right now, we won’t have any heroes left! We need you Sirlin…You are the only hope for us!
Like I said before, life isn’t about choices. We all have a meaning, a set purpose, and no matter how much you think you have a say in the matter, you don’t.
Remember what you told me Sirlin?
Exhausted, he looked up at Lum with defeated eyes.
Lum continued, You told me no matter what happens, don’t forget who you are, and I haven’t forgotten but it looks like you have.
A array of deafening explosions went off, sending plums of smoke into the air, causing the entire factory to shake more violently than ever. The entire building started to collapse now, and the front entrance was about to be sealed off in a matter of seconds.
COME ON, Sirlin! Lum flew off towards the exit with every ounce of effort in his body, but he was too late. He wasn’t nearly fast enough to make it.
The game designer climbed to his feet as more of the buildings debris fell all around him. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth as the flames of the surrounding fires rose; steel crashing to the ground all around him. It was now or never.
Then it happened. The roof gave out, and it all came crashing down. Sirlin saw Lum scream for his life as a 3-ton mass of steel fell towards him from above in slow motion.
You want to know why they call me Sirlin?
What an incredible post. I was completely engrossed from start to finish; while I read, it was as though everything around me just stopped.
Lum! NOOOOOOOOOOOO
You guys think Sirlin would bless my joystick?
Any joystick used to play SFHD has been blessed by Sirlin.