GuitarFreaks for Dummies

To navigate through menus:
Use RED and BLUE. Press START to confirm.


At the song selection screen:
To change the difficulty of a song (navigate from Basic to Extreme), hold down GREEN and PICK twice.

To increase speed by 0.5x, press GREEN, GREEN. Maximum value is at MAX(after 9.5), minumum value is 1.0x.

To change the sorting of the songs, hold down GREEN while turning the KNOB.

To select a song, press START. Holding down start will open the Game Style Menu, where all game modifiers can be accessed.

To cycle between Normal, Bass, and Open Pick Guitar Modes, PICK once, GREEN, GREEN, and then PICK again.


Game Modifiers:
SPEED: Adjusts rate of how fast the notes/hits move on the screen. Minimum of 1.0x, maximum of MAX (approximately 10.0x).

HIDDEN/SUDDEN: Makes notes/hits disappear or appear three-fourths of the way on the screen. Can be set to Off, Hidden, Sudden, Hidden + Sudden, or Stealth. Hidden + Sudden will make notes blink three-fourths of the way on the screen, while Stealth completely makes notes invisible.

DARK: Can be set to Off, Half, or Full. Half hides the life and judgment bar, while Full hides life, judgment, and beat division bars.

REVERSE: Makes notes scroll down instead of up. Can be turned On or Off.

POSITION: Changes the position of hit judgment texts (Perfect, Great, Good, Poor, and Miss). Type-A displays text above the judgment bar, while Type-B displays text below the judgment bar. Off stops judgment texts from appearing.

COMBO: Toggles combo display position. Can be set to Left, Center, Right, or Off.

RANDOM: Randomizes each column or each note. Random randomizes columns, Super Random randomizes even notes. Off is set as the default value.

LEFT: Switches RED and BLUE columns so that the guitar can be picked using the left hand (left-hand mode).

LIGHT: Turning this option on will not penalize excess hits of the PICK.


Guitar Modes:
NORMAL: Plays the melody line/guitar part of the song. Default mode and relatively harder than Bass, but not always the case.

BASS: Plays the harmony line/bass part of the song. Relatively easier than Normal, but not always the case.

OPEN: Introduces Open Picked notes to the song, wherein no buttons are pressed when picking. A horizontal line with the text "OPEN" signifies these notes.

Wonderwall

Wonderwall
Oasis

	Oasis - Wonderwall
	Found at skreemr.com

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead to you there are winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after an
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me

Dani California

Dani California
Red Hot Chili Peppers

	Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dani California
	Found at skreemr.com

Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world does your company take me for

Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45
Just another way to survive

California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She's my priestess, I'm your priest

She's a lover, baby, and a fighter
Shoulda seen it coming when it got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California
The day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya
A little loaded, she was stealing another breath
I love my baby to death

California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She's my priestess, I'm your priest

Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that others died to prove
Too true to say good bye to you
Too true to say say say..

Push the fader gifted animator
One for the now and eleven for the later

Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man was a gunnin' for the quota

Down in the badlands she was savin' the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Gone too fast..

California rest in peace
Simultaneous release,
California show your teeth,
She's my priestess, I'm your priest

Still Alive

Still Alive
GLaDOS

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This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.

Aperture science.
We do what we must because we can.
For the good of all of us
Except the ones who are dead.

But there's no sense crying over every mistake
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake
And the science gets done and you make a neat gun
For the people who are still alive.

I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you.

Now these points of data make a beautiful line
And we're out of beta we're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD I got burned think of all the things we learned
For the people who are still alive

Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa -
THAT WAS A JOKE. HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great:
It's so delicious and moist.

Look at me still talking when there's science to do.
When I look out there it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run there is research to be done
On the people who are still alive

And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
I feel fantastic and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.

Still alive

Still alive

Green Grass and High Tides

Green Grass and High Tides
The Outlaws

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In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew around the sun
All the stars I've love who died
Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me

And if I let you see this place
Where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face
To see what's really you
It's not for me to ask these questions
As though I were a king
For you have to love, believe and feel
Before the burst of tambourines take you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone soul and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you

Those who don't believe me
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and love
As time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them
For a piece of mind
They helped me find myself
Amongst the music and the rhyme
That enchants you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone soul and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you

Shining Chronicles of the Silver Strand: The P229, M4A1 Bayonet, and SP12

...

Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka?

...sorry, I was just having a flashback.

Do these flashbacks happen often?

It has been happening increasingly...

---

Since a child, he has this weird fascination about guns. If he goes to a mall and a firearms and ammunitions shop crossed his eyes, he would approach its glass windows and stare at the guns being showcased in their respective places. His eyes glimmering with delight, he would start to imagine all sorts of things he would be able to do when a rifle taller than him was to be placed in his hands. He would quiver in excitement whenever he would imagine pulling the trigger of a high-caliber handgun and feeling the immense recoil delivered by the sheer firepower of the gun. The violent gunpowder blast and tiny clinking of the empty shells hitting the floor were music to his ears. He would tremble in his place, while he drowned himself in his dreams of a world filled with the burns of gunshot residues and the smell of firearm violence.

It all started when he and his family were invited in a famous military school to shoot a couple of rounds in the firing range. His family being friends with the head captain of that prestigious military school, they were free to shoot down metal targets with a .38 revolver and a powerful .45 handgun, with no worries with the ammunition. There was also a small rifle, but its might wasn't close to the power of the .45. He tried firing the handgun, and it was then and there that he loved the limb-wrecking shockwave of the mighty gun. With the sheer force of the gun , his small hands succumbed to gunshot recoil wounds and his arms trembled with each pull of the trigger. However, each subsequent blast heightened his interest immensely. Each deafening bang triggered more and more curiosity in his young mind. As targets fell one after the other, he silently told to himself that he was enjoying the pain of his wounds, the ache of his muscles succumbing to the weight of the gun, and the smell of gunpowder escaping the barrel of the gun.

But in the real world, he cannot possibly unleash that amount of power. He cannot fire guns outside a controlled environment. With the firing range long gone and out of sight for good, his trigger-finger was put to rest and his intentions of firing another bullet were buried in the sands of the past.

At least, in the real world.

After several years of not hearing the click of a gun's trigger, he came across a game entitled Parasite Eve 2. His older brother played this when he was younger, but he didn't have the guts to play it back then since he was afraid of the Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures eating the flesh and drinking the blood of everything alive. But he unconsciously tapped his inner desires to once again fire weapons of destruction. It was then he started playing the role of the heroine named Aya Brea.

He and Aya would later on finish Akropolis Tower in record time, picking up vital items along the way. He didn't like the submachine gun laying across the chapel's gates, and wished for some other firearm that would make their task of exterminating the NMCs a little easier. After traveling in Dryfield and gaining access to the Shelter, at last, they found three weapons that would turn out to be their favorites: the 9mm 12-bullet P229 with Flashlight and Silencer attachments, the 5.56mm 30-round M4A1 Assault Rifle equipped with a bayonet, and the 12-gauge pump-action SP12 shotgun. With these three armaments, he and Aya shot down each vicious enemy without mercy. They showered critical hits and blinded their enemies with the reliable P229 loaded with the 9mm Hydra. NMCs tasted nothing but lead as 5 mil bullets tattered their naked bodies to shreds. Enemies foolish enough who wandered too close to Aya felt the sharp wrath of the bayonet, which split them into founts of flowing entrails. And even the strongest, biggest, and meanest GOLEM was no match to the sheer force of Buckshot loaded in the SP12. Fragments blasted from the shotgun easily penetrated through the thick layer of protective gear the half-androids wore over their genetically modified muscular physique. With these bad ass guns, Aya did not rely heavily in her Parasite Powers.

But after a few days of carbine carnage, the game ended. Aya saved the day, with the help of the boy fixated with guns. As Aya's Parasite Powers receded and turned into a recessive trait, so did the boy's immense fascination on guns.

But little did he know that somewhere inside him, a 44Mag. Mongoose Magnum is slowly reloading, preparing to kill another deeply mutated Neo-Mitochondrion Creature (or even a zombie infected with the T-Virus) in the near future.