Bubsa

Actually, the more I read this thread (as in...twice) it does kind of smell like the old "Guns don't kill people..." debate.

Then bugger off! I dont like rap either, but at least i had the respect to listen. Indeed. However, I listened and my immediate reaction was "Someone must have wronged him big time in a past life".

What are you talking about? Once you're passed 50, you're dead. Maybe not physically, but you're dead on the inside, you're dead. Hehe, nice post Trapical :P

Go on then. Name some.

lol i cuda dun dat msg of ma mobby fone laaaar :D

And now, for something completely different (That seems to be my phrase at the moment :D) After last entries rock fest, I decided to go for the more, how you say, sophisticated approach. I hasten to add, I'm approaching an appropiate number of songs for an album... Inspired by my personal music inspiration, I present: Varrock, Varrock - by Bubsa (feat. Frank Sinatra :P) Start spreading the news I'm logging today I want to see a part of it Varrock, Varrock These old leather shoes Are longing to slay Delrith he's to the south of it Varrock, Varrock I wanna wake up in the city That doesn't sleep To find that King Roald's ill From the Phoenix This Lumbridge town blues Are smelting away I'll make a brand new character In old Varrock If I can make it there I'll tele anywhere It's up to you, Varrock, Varrock Varrock, Varrock I wanna wake up in the city That's fulla freaks And get to rank number 1 Top of the hits VAT on the bill, Rank number 1... These... Lumbridge town... blues, Are...smelting away, I gotta make a brand new character In old Varrock Aa-aa-aa-aand-a! If I can make it there I'm gonna tele everywhere It's up to you, Varrock, Varroo-ooock! Varroo-oooock! MIDI: http://209.197.89.57/19580222/pop/frank ... w_York.mid MP3: http://media.putfile.com/Varrock-Varrock---by-Bubsa ENJOY!

It's about the only video site that isn't blocked by the smegging censors :P

For those who wish to find out more about Ukuleles... http://www.ukuleleorchestra.com/main/home.aspx They have mp3 downloads, with little samples as well. Wuthering Heights is just...man...classic!

Dude, that stinks big time. :( If you have quit, PM me and we'll find some other MMORPG to corrupt and conquer :D

Hehe, agreed :) I <3 teh Hoffmeister. Thanks for the heads up on this one.

Obviously this man has never heard of the "MiniClip advertising scheme". Back when they (Jagex) started advertising on MiniClip, the population rose hugely and lag was rampant...I actually logged in today and it's so much more laggier than it ever was. Jagex needs to invest in some servers that don't suck. :P edit: typo obviously oyu have never heard of update lag caused by masses crowded in one place around an update This lag is particualrly promiment atm due to sheer joy ppl have of exploring the new poh His point is valid. When RS started advertising on MiniClip, there was no massive update/new engine or whatever to get people logging on. It was the sheer fact that more people saw the game that caused new members and lag.

Wouldn't say that's a big break, but if you're all the better for it then good on ya! :)

OK...so it's not actually a ninja, but...

Hehe, we could be here all day if we quoted our favourite Chuck Norris facts :P

rofl, not quite but it'll be at least ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâã30 for a dining chair :( Times like this I wish I was a Sim. EDIT: Dude! I just realised! Your name is Matt Simms!!! :o :o :D

Now I know how Raymond Romano feels like.

I dont like your sig. He's a funny guy, and he posted on my thread, pretty funny post (hand motions to sig) Haha, what the smeg is this? :P Obviously, another eBaum fun boy. Plagiarism and theft FTL.

I knew there would be one! :P

Man...tough childhood, huh?

I don't know how spammy this may be, but I urge you, greatly, to click this link :P http://www.b3ta.com/links/10932 Ukelele-liscous!

All this seems pretty futile. No one is even near half way the XP required needed to get 99. That's when the real race will begin.

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part IV Something strange happened that day; it rained. Strange in the sense that it is climatically impossible for it to do so in Gielinor, due to the absence of the sky, but also strange in the way it had pathetic fallacy in what was before Bubsa. As he set off, his red gloves drenched with rain, his red staff dripping water onto his nose, he pondered the battle was about to commence. What was he doing? Such an instigator and ambassador for free will was what he once was. Now, in the same way the mesmeric Order of Cabbage had allured him into helping the noble cause of cabbage, he had again been succumbed into the desires of an entity. An evil entity. An entity so powerful it seemed to reminate from his own heart. Bubsa felt that Da Cabbatron's power and wishes were such in tandem of his own, he no longer needed to take heed his orders. His destiny had been panned out by the Green Gods and it lay before him. Over the stile, into the patch. There before him stood Blackbane. "I know why you're here, Bubsa" said the seeming omnipitent Blackbane. his fire red cape flickered around him, concealing slightly his face. "H-how do you know this?!" a startled Bubsa replied. "One who falls to the dark side of the patch does not merely become evil. There is no evil without good. There is no green without gold. There is no power without cabbage." Blackbane juggled a cabbage in one hand and pointed at Bubsa, with his staff, with the other. "You can control the cabbage, but you can ne'er escape it." "I'll show you!" And Bubsa ran towards Blackbane with all his might. His leather boots trenched through the wet mud. The grimace and pain on his face was enough to shatter the glass orb of which the staff kept its pyromatic power. The shards of wood collided as both men were hurled to the floor. In one graceful movement, Blackbane regained his footing and pushed Bubsa away with the sole of his foot. Bubsa retaliated with furious anger. He summoned a power from deep within his soul and catapulted it towards Blackbane. It left Bubsa as black as the night the two fought in and engulfed Blackbane. It elevated him into mid-air. He struggled to be released, his amulet smashed under the pressure, victory for Bubsa was, surely, inevitable. But Blackbane did not yeild. He could not yeild. He showed Bubsa the true force of the cabbage. The glow around him transformed into a glorious green energy and promptly fired back to its summoner. Bubsa was buried into the mud. Battered. Bruised. Beaten. The merciful Blackbane approached him: "Come. Take my hand." he said. A struggling Bubsa weakly replied: "H...Help me..." "I'm trying to. Give me your hand!" But Bubsa was not calling for his forgotten friend. He was calling to the evil force that had brought him this far. "Help me. Help me! Help me!!" "Bubsa, my son, what is wrong with you?" "Help me Cabbatron! Help me in my darkest hour! Pull me from the dirt of defeat and slay this man!" Bubsa was looking at what he knew to be the vision of Da Cabbatron. It was standing there before him. His eyes glaring down on him, standing still, silently, without disturbing an aura of air around him. Bubsa's transfixed glare was interrupted by the bemused Blackbane; "Goddamn it, Bubsa, who are you talking to?!" Bubsa rose to this feet. Da Cabbatron was gone. As was his staff. As was his footprints that led him to the stile. As was the house of the Wise Old Man. As was his cause. He ran. Without saying a word, he knocked down the gate and ran through the rain. He ran without stopping, physically nor mentally. Thoughts plagued him. What was he doing? What had he done? Da Cabbatron was nothing more than a creation of his own mind. He had plotted himself to overthrow the O.o.C for his own selfish gain. But why? He could not recall. He could not recollect what had compelled him to do so. He could not remember what attracted him to the cabbage originally. His memory had gone. As had his heart. As had his soul. It had all gone. And so, Bubsa travels the RuneScape world of Gielinor alone. Some say he's soul searching, some say he's wandering. Wandering without a cause, a hope or a future. The power of the cabbage compells you. ~FIN~

I bet a chair doesn't cost 300k either :lol:

Or, like Obi, merely be a manifestation of The Force and, when in the darkest hour, become one again with it and fill the spirit and energy of The One who should be the true master of The Force. Huzzah!

I wouldn't care about not being able to be revived. I'd be dead. DOI!