Lenticular_J

They're good enough for me. I turned out fine, after all. But my father is a teetering-on-the-brink alcoholic, both are addicted to smoking, my dad's addicted to diet Pepsi and online shopping, and my mom has ridiculously high expectations for me. All the worst in less than two lines. Nice. Oh, and they bug me by asking "What's the matter?" if I don't feel like saying what I usually say to their exact same questions. And they'll start yelling over anything.

Question: [hide=]Are you not supposed to kill the Overseer? I shot the [bleep] out of him and the guard when I saw them with my lady, but she decided she hated me for it. :lol:[/hide]

Metropolis Mania, I'll bet. That game's fun. Sword: I still have noooooooo idea.

Meh, my parents used physical punishment with me, and I'll use it on my kids. Hurts like hell. But they also used mind games on me.

The first one was fun (until it sorta...died...). I don't think I'll re-use my character, though. By the way: Are we all in the same house, or just sorta near each other? Anywho. Name: Caladan. Age: 29. Class: Criminal. Crime: Pirating; Illegal Private Military Company Ownership; Murder in the First Degree, War Crimes against Humanity; Grand Larceny of important pieces of U.S. military hardware including but not limited to: Aircraft (both fixed-wing and rotary), naval, and land vehicles; various weaponry. Special ability: Vehicular mastery (skillful with all sorts of vehicles). Skills: (Traded my bladed weapons 1 for two more skill points) Basic Firearms 2, Basic Construction 1. Basic History: When the world was finally prepared to start fighting back the zombies, Caladan led a private military company to help fight. However, when they had to fight for payment, he realized how much more profitable it would be to pick at the torn-apart U.S. military. Despite how ragged they were, it was a perfect way to gain money and equipment. However, two years ago - when most of the outbreak had been contaminated - a raid by an international coalition on the company's military hideout made him flee. Caladan was sold out by his copilot as they fled, and nearly killed. Before he was arrested, he killed his copilot, but regrets it to this day. Thanks to his many contacts (which he still retains), he avoided the death sentence, instead forced into exile on the Pacific Northwest coast. He owns a lighthouse on the Pacific northwestern coast, but was visiting family in Montana the new outbreak occurred. His uncle died a few days ago for unknown causes. Caladan is running out of supplies, and is ready to leave.

You have a big elbow, because your parents' elbow genes are terrible. WHY DO SHOCKERS MAKE YOUR TONGUE BLEEEEEEED AUGH.

Tres.

I'd say just a cheap 20-40 dollar mp3 player for what you want, but I own a 30gb Zune and LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE it. I could probably shoot it, and the bullet would break.

Eh, they are technically the same. I dunno. I think people can do what they want, but I can see reasoning for it being illegal. STDs would be [bleep]ing everywhere, twelve-year-old girls would say they're eighteen... Sure you aren't thinking of the Playboy Bunny Mansion? Because that isn't a brothel, it's just a place for [bleep]s to live and... do other stuff.

Well, my prediction was right, just not the way it should have gone... That was pathetic. That bye week must have built up their confidence till they thought they were gods. Dammit. They'll get a whole lotta [cabbage] this week.

Thought you were meaning the Bible is 130 pages. Carrying on. I don't care about your appreciation. I had nothing to say, so I said nothing. Never said it was, darlin'. Just because some people like to have the anchor rope that is God, doesn't make you any better or worse than them. Blatant ignorance of their beliefs, however, will. *insert more random [cabbage] about how god is or isn't real here* *Also insert an attempt to contradict previous post* Rinse and Repeat. Heeey, you've been paying attention. :

And you remind me of people who still think text constitutes sound. :-$

You guys are all whiny little buggers. I just felt like saying this.

I played this at a friend's house. It's fun. I want it as well as EndWar and Left 4 Dead. But I think I'll just rent this tomorrow. [hide=](It took forever to beat the [cabbage] out of Butch when I was sixteen)[/hide]

...What.

You, sir, win epicly. Rocco - I don't want to say this, but I have to. Grow up and stop being such an idiot. This isn't your place. Now, for dear Robert. What the hell kind of bible are you reading that's a hundred and thirty pages? In fact, it's blatantly obvious you've never read a passage out of the Bible. The majority of the New Testament is a blend between first-person recorded history, parables, and the moral beliefs of the writers. It's mostly a blend of all that, actually, but I think you get what I mean. Of course you can find a handful of passages that will disagree with each other, or claim stupid things. There were dozens of writers of the New Testament. Tell me you can get a dozen science textbooks together right now, go two thousand years into the future, and all the people there will still be using it as some sort of holy book against ignorance. C'mon, you're reading a time capsule, in essence. You're expecting a map to God? Well, expecting physical evidence of Him is similar to me asking you if your mother loves you. You sure like to think so. But I could rant and root about you not having any proof for hours, and we'd be nowhere. Of course, that's what we're doing here, but whaaaatever. (I like to think of my role as helping fight ignorance.) Awesome. You're leaving, but it's good to see other religions in here. But that's the feelings of me concerning God. I'm gonna tell you something about me that's kind of embarrassing. I know it isn't true, but I always think about this when stars are brought up. I always think that we get the light from them instantly somehow. I guess just because I can't comprehend the whole distance time thing. I mean, if you went flying in the fastest thing on earth, it would still take you hundreds of years to reach the nearest star. That's [bleep]ing crazy, so I humanize with the thought that it's all instant. I don't really care if it's wrong, I know that it is, but it really doesn't affect me - plus it's uncommon that I bring this up.

Because he's thirteen and he said so, obviously :lol: I do think that dress and music can make you different. I like listening to Huayno, an Incan music. But it's actually gaining surprising popularity - people just don't know what it is. I also have bad-[wagon] clothes. I'm getting a ruffled blouse. That's [bleep]ing awesome.

And that people panic and run into each others' lines of fire in hordes. Just run to a really tight space, two (or really preferably one, but three can) crouch in front and shove, while everyone else stays behind and rapes with bullets. And pray you don't get a tank in this position.

Probably fear of the redcoats. You know, I think that's where the American hatred of red stems from. Think about it. Communists were considered red. Indians? Red. Holy [cabbage], I've solved life.

I want a trench coat so bad, Skull. Seriously. Store clerks look at me wierd when I compliment how flashable their coats look.

You realize how ridiculously childish you sound, only claiming that religious arguments can't be supported while speaking nothing of yourself? Come on, man. And what the hell do big things have to do with ... anything? Sure, if an elephant charges at me, I'll be scared.

You could consider it that. I forget the name for the time before actual Judgment Day. Maybe it's all just lumped as Judgment. Whaaaaaaatever.

Maybe the very first atheist back aaaaaaaaaaaages ago was a nonconformist, but most atheists are as equally rationable as religious folks. I mean, you could always consider Hindus nonconformists for all their beliefs, but, whatever.

I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant. Cannot wait for Christmas dammit.