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Games / Re: Team Fortress 2 - Megatopic
« on: February 21, 2012, 08:08:57 AM »
I need somebody to motivate me and get me back into playing TF2. I've been neglecting it in my library.
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Off Topic / Re: Swholli For Blockland President
« on: February 20, 2012, 07:45:16 PM »
Can I be your running mate?
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Forum Games / Re: McDonalds Ordering Game
« on: February 20, 2012, 02:49:53 PM »
You receive a slice of cheese that has been placed on a grill for about 2 minutes.
I would like to order the prosciutto with melon, with a side of Shepard's pie, and a glass of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay.
I would like to order the prosciutto with melon, with a side of Shepard's pie, and a glass of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay.
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Games / Re: Holy stuff Duke Nukem Forever multiplayer is not dead.
« on: February 20, 2012, 02:39:42 PM »
If you believed people on the forum actually bought this game after the fact that you chronicled your horrible experiences on it, you are very mistaken.
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Games / Re: The Oregon Trail - All the fun of dysentery at you fingertips!
« on: February 20, 2012, 11:29:43 AM »
RIP peperony, chese, anchovys, peper, and sawsige.
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Forum Games / Re: Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour
« on: February 20, 2012, 09:52:27 AM »
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 11:51AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (14 - 132)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
"Get the forget out of the plane."
The voice was so strange. I walked out of the roosterpit, and found Darx with a shotgun being pointed to his head. Two other men were behind the guy with the shotgun. "Who are you?"
"None of your business. Get the forget out of the plane, I said."
"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that. How about I just bust you and your buddies kneecaps?"
He and his friends laughed. One of them made a mocking voice, and bellowed, "Watch out! We got a little badass over here!" While they were preoccupied laughing, I pulled my P99, and shot the guy with the shotgun in the right leg. He collapsed, and fell down the stairs. Michelle pulled her pistol and shot one guy in the kneecap, and one guy in the foot. They all fell to the ground outside.
I walked down the stairs.
Mr. Shotgun was writhing in pain on the ground, clutching his leg. I put my gun to his temple. "Listen here, forgeter. You don't mess with us. I'm not going to have your stuff. Understood?"
He nodded, before wincing and screaming in agony. He began to lose a lot of blood. I looked up at Michelle, who looked down at me. "Bring me my medical kit." She nodded, and disappeared for a moment, before coming back with it.
She walked down the stairs, handed it to me, and walked back up.
I opened it, and took out gauze, and antiseptic. "This will sting, just a heads up." I mocked, with Mr. Shotgun still screaming. I took out the antiseptic, and dripped a little on his wound. He let out an ear piercing shriek, and I wrapped the gauze around his leg. "Now. You're going to listen very closely. You and your friend who got shot in the foot are going to crawl away, and leave all your guns and ammunition here. Don't even attempt to approach the plane again, or I will blow your brains out. Is that understood?"
"What..about..Jim?" He pointed to kneecap guy, who was unresponsive and had blood pooling around him. I looked back at Shotgun. "We can't save him. His wound is too severe." Shotgun began to cry about how 'Jim' was his brother, and I apologized, and sent him crawling away with the other guy after they had left their weapons. Foot had a Five Seven, and Shotgun had an M3. I turned the safeties on both, and yelled. "Who wants them?"
Darx peeked out from behind the bulkhead in the roosterpit. "I'll take the shotgun." I threw it up to him, and he began checking it for dents or scratches. I walked up the stairs. "Anybody want this Five Seven? If not, I'll take it."
"I'll have it."
Another guy? I pulled my P99 once more, and turned. What I saw was a grimy, unkempt man in his early twenties, holding a snubnose revolver in one hand, and clutching a water bottle in the other. His clothes were practically tattered, covered in bloodstains and dirt.
"Who are you?"
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 12:00 PM
Status: Frustrated, tired
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (13 - 132)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 11:51AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (14 - 132)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
"Get the forget out of the plane."
The voice was so strange. I walked out of the roosterpit, and found Darx with a shotgun being pointed to his head. Two other men were behind the guy with the shotgun. "Who are you?"
"None of your business. Get the forget out of the plane, I said."
"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that. How about I just bust you and your buddies kneecaps?"
He and his friends laughed. One of them made a mocking voice, and bellowed, "Watch out! We got a little badass over here!" While they were preoccupied laughing, I pulled my P99, and shot the guy with the shotgun in the right leg. He collapsed, and fell down the stairs. Michelle pulled her pistol and shot one guy in the kneecap, and one guy in the foot. They all fell to the ground outside.
I walked down the stairs.
Mr. Shotgun was writhing in pain on the ground, clutching his leg. I put my gun to his temple. "Listen here, forgeter. You don't mess with us. I'm not going to have your stuff. Understood?"
He nodded, before wincing and screaming in agony. He began to lose a lot of blood. I looked up at Michelle, who looked down at me. "Bring me my medical kit." She nodded, and disappeared for a moment, before coming back with it.
She walked down the stairs, handed it to me, and walked back up.
I opened it, and took out gauze, and antiseptic. "This will sting, just a heads up." I mocked, with Mr. Shotgun still screaming. I took out the antiseptic, and dripped a little on his wound. He let out an ear piercing shriek, and I wrapped the gauze around his leg. "Now. You're going to listen very closely. You and your friend who got shot in the foot are going to crawl away, and leave all your guns and ammunition here. Don't even attempt to approach the plane again, or I will blow your brains out. Is that understood?"
"What..about..Jim?" He pointed to kneecap guy, who was unresponsive and had blood pooling around him. I looked back at Shotgun. "We can't save him. His wound is too severe." Shotgun began to cry about how 'Jim' was his brother, and I apologized, and sent him crawling away with the other guy after they had left their weapons. Foot had a Five Seven, and Shotgun had an M3. I turned the safeties on both, and yelled. "Who wants them?"
Darx peeked out from behind the bulkhead in the roosterpit. "I'll take the shotgun." I threw it up to him, and he began checking it for dents or scratches. I walked up the stairs. "Anybody want this Five Seven? If not, I'll take it."
"I'll have it."
Another guy? I pulled my P99 once more, and turned. What I saw was a grimy, unkempt man in his early twenties, holding a snubnose revolver in one hand, and clutching a water bottle in the other. His clothes were practically tattered, covered in bloodstains and dirt.
"Who are you?"
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 12:00 PM
Status: Frustrated, tired
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (13 - 132)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
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Games / Re: Skateaton's GMOD sever. We need motherforgeters up in this bitch.
« on: February 20, 2012, 09:34:03 AM »
Just a heads up: All maps he has on the OP can be found on Toybox.
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Off Topic / Re: What should I Google Search?
« on: February 20, 2012, 08:50:20 AM »
Antidisestablishmentarianism.
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Forum Games / Re: Die Führer's Licht: an up and coming 100x75 ADVENTURE
« on: February 20, 2012, 08:47:53 AM »
when does it staaaaart
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Off Topic / Re: ]=={OFFICIAL|LEGIT|BADSPOT-APPROVED}={Voting next week}=[ Blockland Elections ]
« on: February 19, 2012, 05:33:01 PM »
Vote Comatose today!
I offer many things, like free candy, pretty pictures, and a wonderful dictatorship.
I offer many things, like free candy, pretty pictures, and a wonderful dictatorship.
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Off Topic / Re: The Fesh Pince of Blair - 20 minute YouTube poop
« on: February 19, 2012, 09:55:47 AM »
The question is: What is the question?
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Forum Games / Re: Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour
« on: February 19, 2012, 09:16:05 AM »
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: IL Airspace - 11:24 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
I had sat in the cabin for a while and was chatting, before deciding to go back into the roosterpit. I walked in, and sat back down. I looked at the fuel gauge, and saw that it was actually pretty low already. I had enough to make it into the city and down onto the tarmac in about 30 minutes. Chicago was about 15 minutes away, so we had time.
I turned on my microphone. "Giving you guys a choice here. O'Hare, or Midway. Midway is a smaller airport, it's probably gonna have fuel."
Michelle responded, "I'm up for Midway."
Wylde chimed in. "O'Hare."
Darx and Alyx responded Midway, so I set a waypoint and took off auto-pilot, keeping the plane nice and steady in the process.
About 25 minutes later, we were coming up upon the airport, but a cloud was blocking my view. I began to descend, and as I did, I got the shock of my life. "Where the forget is the runway?" I inquired over the microphone. Michelle came running into the roosterpit and looked through the window. "Oh my God."
The runway was nothing more than rubble. Another runway had been barricaded on both ends. "We either crash land, or take our chances with the barricades."
"Do it, Nathan." Darx chimed. "Take the barricades."
I took a deep breath, and slowed the plane down to 140 knots. It was as the plane knew what I was doing, because it began screaming at me to pull up. My back landing gear barely missed the barricade as I touched down onto the tarmac. I slowed down, while applying my break, and we halted to a stop. Everybody in the cabin cheered, and Michelle pulled me towards her and kissed me, before cheering with the rest of the people in the cabin. I pulled off my headphones, and breathed a sigh of relief.
One last thing though. "I gotta go get the fuel truck."
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 11:49 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
Location: IL Airspace - 11:24 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
I had sat in the cabin for a while and was chatting, before deciding to go back into the roosterpit. I walked in, and sat back down. I looked at the fuel gauge, and saw that it was actually pretty low already. I had enough to make it into the city and down onto the tarmac in about 30 minutes. Chicago was about 15 minutes away, so we had time.
I turned on my microphone. "Giving you guys a choice here. O'Hare, or Midway. Midway is a smaller airport, it's probably gonna have fuel."
Michelle responded, "I'm up for Midway."
Wylde chimed in. "O'Hare."
Darx and Alyx responded Midway, so I set a waypoint and took off auto-pilot, keeping the plane nice and steady in the process.
About 25 minutes later, we were coming up upon the airport, but a cloud was blocking my view. I began to descend, and as I did, I got the shock of my life. "Where the forget is the runway?" I inquired over the microphone. Michelle came running into the roosterpit and looked through the window. "Oh my God."
The runway was nothing more than rubble. Another runway had been barricaded on both ends. "We either crash land, or take our chances with the barricades."
"Do it, Nathan." Darx chimed. "Take the barricades."
I took a deep breath, and slowed the plane down to 140 knots. It was as the plane knew what I was doing, because it began screaming at me to pull up. My back landing gear barely missed the barricade as I touched down onto the tarmac. I slowed down, while applying my break, and we halted to a stop. Everybody in the cabin cheered, and Michelle pulled me towards her and kissed me, before cheering with the rest of the people in the cabin. I pulled off my headphones, and breathed a sigh of relief.
One last thing though. "I gotta go get the fuel truck."
Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 11:49 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
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Off Topic / Re: FORUM EXPERIMENT || Where is your money right now?
« on: February 18, 2012, 09:27:16 AM »I only have coins in my wallet right now. :u
WRITE ON THEM.
FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY.