Hi guys.
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Hi guys.
It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm back. Hello
Re: Hi guys.
*dramatic scream*
*crash*
*sound of glass shattering*
*sirens*
*dogs howling*
*children crying*
I mean...hi.
*crash*
*sound of glass shattering*
*sirens*
*dogs howling*
*children crying*
I mean...hi.
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"That's ten pounds of yikes in a five-pound bag."
"That's ten pounds of yikes in a five-pound bag."
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Re: Hi guys.
Just been livin' life, man. It's good to get back into my usual keeny place!
Re: Hi guys.
What do you mean you've been "livin' life"? That because we haven't left this place we don't have a life?
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Re: Hi guys.
Re: Hi guys.
Welcome back and gidday mate!
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Up yours Fleexy!
Up yours Fleexy!
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Re: Hi guys.
not really what I meant, but funny nonetheless It's great to be back, talkin' about Keenchrissifniotis wrote: ↑Wed Nov 22, 2017 5:55That's exactly what it means!
G'day and welcome back.
Re: Hi guys.
*A woman emerges from the ruins. It's hard to tell her age; she seems young yet there are marks of wear upon her. She's thin and gaunt, malnourished and shaking as if with cold. Her hair is unkempt and filthy, her clothes rags. She stares at you - through you- with cold, empty eyes. She's an addict and makes addicts of others just to fuel her compulsion. As she hands you the floppy disk you feel a chill of revulsion run up your spine - but it's too late. She's dead inside, and soon, you will be too.*
What you really need, not what you think you ought to want.
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Re: Hi guys.
Glad to see you again tooLevellass wrote: ↑Fri Nov 24, 2017 5:26 *A woman emerges from the ruins. It's hard to tell her age; she seems young yet there are marks of wear upon her. She's thin and gaunt, malnourished and shaking as if with cold. Her hair is unkempt and filthy, her clothes rags. She stares at you - through you- with cold, empty eyes. She's an addict and makes addicts of others just to fuel her compulsion. As she hands you the floppy disk you feel a chill of revulsion run up your spine - but it's too late. She's dead inside, and soon, you will be too.*
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*You take the floppy disk and, with shaking hands, load it into your 1985 IBM PC/AT. It's been a while since you've done this, but somehow you haven't forgotten how to use the command prompt. Your hair stands on end as you hear the familiar "GA GAAA GA GUH GAA" sound emanating from the ancient machine. Suddenly the screen flashes so brightly you can hardly see. Your eyes adjust to the light, and you are confronted with a sinister image you remember from your past. "Skater Squirrel, ooh, you ugly fruitcake" you snarl as you attempt to turn away and leave - but it's too late. You are compelled to enter the game. As you complete the first level you think maybe this isn't as hard as you thought it would be. Five hours later your shaking hands and red eyes are a testament to your continued inability to complete that goddamn second level. The mysterious woman howls with laughter. You feel nothing, as you hand the next passerby a floppy disk marked in blood with a simple sequence of numbers: "3 1 4"*
I flermmed the plootash just like you asked.
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*You look through all the endless, empty files and half complete graphics. Everything is so empty, so incomplete. You struggle to find the slightest bit of development or progress but time and again you find nothing but shadows that slip through your fingers like grains of sand. In desperation you cry out to the darkness 'When? When will this ever get done?!'
A reply comes to you on the wind, faint and insubstantial, mocking your efforts.
"Never, it will NEVER be finished."*
A reply comes to you on the wind, faint and insubstantial, mocking your efforts.
"Never, it will NEVER be finished."*
What you really need, not what you think you ought to want.
Re: Hi guys.
*You enter the forums and look at this unread thread. You open it and read all the new replies. You feel like you should write something. You hit the Reply button writing this. You press the Submit but