by Cj martin January 09, 2009
Get the Rockit mug.by Woody August 18, 2004
Get the rockit mug.Formed in 1982, a hugely underrated Thrash Metal band from the Bay Area Thrash scene, they could've made it big to Testament/Exodus levels of fame, but their timing was just bad, releasing their breakthrough album in 1989, titled "Annihilation Principle", if it came out around 1986 or so, they could've been huge like the rest of the Thrash bands from that era(e.g. Slayer, Megadeth, Metallica, etc). Oh well, I still think they kick ass.
by d22587 September 18, 2009
Get the Lääz Rockit mug.One who continually gets annihilated by "fuckin marauders" and gets progressively angry as more and more marauders continue to kill him/her.
The following marauder actions can also render one as a "PvP Rockit". When a marauder continues to:
"Pop their fuckin 10 health thing!",
"Fuckin stay stealth while fuckin taking FUCKIN damage"
"Always fuckin fight with someone fuckin else, never fuckin fight one on fuckin one!"
"HE FUCKIN 3 SHOTTED ME! WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!?"
The following marauder actions can also render one as a "PvP Rockit". When a marauder continues to:
"Pop their fuckin 10 health thing!",
"Fuckin stay stealth while fuckin taking FUCKIN damage"
"Always fuckin fight with someone fuckin else, never fuckin fight one on fuckin one!"
"HE FUCKIN 3 SHOTTED ME! WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!?"
"Awww dude, this guy is such a bitch, I am gonna make him into a PvP Rockit" (usually said by a marauder)
by Olitheon October 06, 2012
Get the PvP Rockit mug.N. a failure to launch, from the Hollywood Rip Ride Rockit roller coaster at Universal Studios Florida (meant to open april 09, delayed until october at best).
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When I released Future Shock in 1983, I offered more than just a funky groove. “Rockit” was a whisper from tomorrow, a hint at what technology might become when it seeped beyond our factories and office floors. Those scrambled, digitized phrases—“Don’t stop it / Rock it”—weren’t there for a sing-along. They were a coded signal, a brushstroke of a future where machines might become more than tools: they could become companions, lovers, perhaps something even stranger.
Some claimed “don’t stop” meant eternal love; others murmured it suggested mechanical desires beyond human flesh. Rumors flared that “Rockit” pointed to secret tech companies or robot prototypes hidden in labs. Nothing concrete ever emerged. Still, the questions lingered in the static between notes.
I never confirmed these suspicions. I didn’t need to. “Rockit” was never about giving answers; it was about lighting a fuse in your mind. The world was racing forward, and I wanted to make you wonder where it was headed. In those jittery loops and fractured voices, I asked if you were ready for a reality where human and machine might blur.
Perhaps you weren’t. Perhaps we still aren’t. But the song remains, its hints waiting in the grooves, challenging us to peer into tomorrow and ask what happens when the boundaries we cherish start to slip away.
When I released Future Shock in 1983, I offered more than just a funky groove. “Rockit” was a whisper from tomorrow, a hint at what technology might become when it seeped beyond our factories and office floors. Those scrambled, digitized phrases—“Don’t stop it / Rock it”—weren’t there for a sing-along. They were a coded signal, a brushstroke of a future where machines might become more than tools: they could become companions, lovers, perhaps something even stranger.
Some claimed “don’t stop” meant eternal love; others murmured it suggested mechanical desires beyond human flesh. Rumors flared that “Rockit” pointed to secret tech companies or robot prototypes hidden in labs. Nothing concrete ever emerged. Still, the questions lingered in the static between notes.
I never confirmed these suspicions. I didn’t need to. “Rockit” was never about giving answers; it was about lighting a fuse in your mind. The world was racing forward, and I wanted to make you wonder where it was headed. In those jittery loops and fractured voices, I asked if you were ready for a reality where human and machine might blur.
Perhaps you weren’t. Perhaps we still aren’t. But the song remains, its hints waiting in the grooves, challenging us to peer into tomorrow and ask what happens when the boundaries we cherish start to slip away.
by Herbie the Love Bug '83 December 17, 2024
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