Harakiri

I AM! WHERE? AND how was the story noob?

I was playing Xbox live for the first time, excited to be playing Halo 3 online. And then, the enivitable. First I played some fun zombie game...I don't remember what it was called...but it was fun and cheater free...(plus...I plasma grenaded a warthog and it flipped into this other guy who was walking along...classic halo Multiplayer fun..) But then, I played this level that was like a warehouse...I called it sniper city because all it was was a place for sniping. There was a corridor on the left side of this part of the map, and everytime I went down it...some guy would appear out of nowhere and continually throw grenades...either that, or some guy would come up behind me with a sword and kill me. So me and my friend Aaron were playing...and we were sick to death of hearing people screaming on the mic..."YOU NOOBS! WE [bleep]IN OWN YOU!" We ran into this circular room with an energy sword in it. We both got one and waited in the corner next to the door. It may have been noob tactics, but cheating makes you look like a complete idiot. We killed tons of people and soon died. It became so obvious as I played Halo on live that all it was good for was people cheating. I only played one game that did not involve cheating. I have heard this is a problem all over Xbox live. COD4 had an article in Game Informer about cheaters. So basically...talk about your experience with cheaters, and how much you hate them.

I wrote in to EGM about them... I think they are real idiots...They seem to find every little thing and make it a reason for a game to be M. halo should be T. Project snowblind is just as bad as halo, and its T. Metal gear 1 should have been T too... and I did not think MGS3 was not bad enough to call M...it taught me about the Cold War... I just think they are pretty stupid. E10+ is [developmentally delayed]ed...its either T or E...anyways, does anyone care what the rating is if its T or E? If its M I know people are very defensive, but T and E makes no difference to people I found... So, I think the ESRB should be taken out, and there should be people in there who know what games are fine... I still think Halo should be T...all three...they are about as bad as a T game...

I never liked any of them at all....I thought they were all pretty bad...

I agree...I had a hard time remembering the plot of the previous season, but otherwise its a great show...though it seems to be getting a bit too complicated... So far the season is good. The fourth episode of the season looks odd...the preview showed Cyler petting a dog and being all happy...other than that...CYLER IS TEH BEST VILLAIN EVA!

Chapter 1: Two black sniper rifles sat atop a large building. Two people stood on the building, one adjusting the snipers scope, and the other watching. A light breeze ruffled their hair. They wore no masks, and instead wore suits, the ties slightly off. The man at the sniper quit adjusting, and hit a button, locking on to something. He then went to the other one. This sniper rifle was odd looking, with a larger barrel, and some sort of canister inside. He slowly adjusted it. He then looked back at his partner. "I'm ready." "He's there?" "Yes." The man held the trigger of both sniper rifles, and counted to five. He then shot the large barreled one, and then, a second later, shot the normal one. There was an explosion, and then screams from the streets. "Good job." The partner said. He picked up the odd looking sniper rifle and the other man took the normal sniper, before they walked off. Two people stood outside of the oval office. They both wore suits, and stared ahead drearily, staring off into space. There was nothing better to do when guarding the president. Soon, they would actually be put to work. There was an explosion, and a grunt, followed by a splash. Glass fell onto the floor of the oval office, and the guards ran in. They then saw the president slumped over his desk, and blood staining the floor and nearly two yards away on the wall. "Holy ****!" A large cargo plane flew over the Atlantic Ocean, heading to Europe. Inside, a pilot and two other men sat. One of the men was Zach Archer, the other was James Newman. They sat together behind the pilot, dozing lightly. The pilot was named BOB. BOB was his code name, a stupid code name, but his code name otherwise. As they were nearing the half way mark of their flight, a call came up. The pilot responded hurriedly, and nearly screamed when he heard what the man on the other side said. "Zach, wake up!" Zach opened one eye. "What?" He asked. "The presidents been assassinated!" "WHAT?" Zach stood up, and ran over to the radio in the cockpit, and grabbed a headset. "What the hell happened?" Zach asked. "The president was assassinated in the oval office. An emergency meeting is being held, they want you to attend." "Right." Zach threw the headphones off and told the pilot to turn around. James woke up then. "Whats going on?" "As always, something bad happens while we're away." "What happened now? A building explode?" "Worse." "What?" "The presidents brains are all over the oval office." "Sonuva[bleep]..." Zach sat at a long oak table in a room completely painted in white. It was sound proofed, and the only machine anywhere inside was a camera in the corner, relaying to all of the major intelligence and protective agencies of the United States. The vice president sat next Zach, and there were three empty seats, one was for the leader of the NSA, and the other two were the top NSA agents. Zach was looking at pictures of the Oval office. He'd noticed something suspicious outside of it, little metal things, parts of some kind of grenade. Zach continued examining pictures. Soon, the vice president stood, and yelled out. "Where in Gods name are the NSA! We need them right now!" Suddenly the door opened and two NSA agents walked in. Zach stood automatically, and examined the two men. "Don't sit down you two." "What?" "Nice of you to show up. Now then, lets first start by saying, with me sitting around here, you better be scared, and should have been when you killed the president." "WHAT?" The vice president screamed out. "First of all, noticed the red palms. Been screwing with a sniper haven't you? Second of all, you guys look pretty weary. Bloodshot eyes, somewhat wobly..." "Thats because we have been monitoring Europe all night! And thats where you should be!" One of the agents interjected. "Plus, you guys are late...AND that grenade, it was shot from a sniper." "WHAT?" "The NSA has been working on a prototype for a grenade launching sniper. It would eliminate the need for grenadiers, and people to carry them. When you have snipers safely sniping away at large groups of people, it does much more than a lone bullet can. And, well, the NSA has completed the prototype, oddly enough yesterday...was this a test? Because if it was, its pretty large scale. First of all, this puts the NSA in a really bad position. Second of all, you might be wondering how I knew any of this...well, those shards from the grenade were in a cylinder shape, which is being used specifically for this weapon. Also, you might have wanted to not have a sniper bullet hiding in your legs knife sheath." "WHAT!" "I notice everything. That bullet bulges a bit at the very top, and I can see it through your pant leg. Arrest these guys." The vice president was to busy looking at Zach in astonishment to call for them to be arrested. "Why are you doing this? We deserve a trial!" They both pulled pistols from their suits and shot at everyone in the room. The vice president fell in a spray of brains and blood. Two more men fell, both from the CIA, and all the others hid under the table. The two men aimed their guns at Zach. "DIE!" Zach drew a sword from a hidden sheath found at his back. The silver weapon was used only in emergencies, and he preffered it over a pistol. He decapitated one of the men, and smashed the gun from the other mans hand. He then rammed into the man, and slammed him into a wall. He held the man, aiming his sword at the mans foot. "Tell me what I want to know or I will lop off each of your toes, and then cut your leg until I have a thousand slices, as thin as salami. WHO IS YOUR BOSS!" "The NSA MAN! THE GUY AT THE TOP!" "WHO?" "I don't know! He hired us! We worked in the NSA for a year, preparing for this day, and getting everything straight, making everyone trust us! DAMMIT! KILL ME! He will do worse than you could ever do!" "I cannot." Zach did a Karate chop to the mans neck, knocking him out. He then opened the door to the room, just as the guards ran in. "Take him to cell 17, and get these people out. Also, might want to take care of the bodies. " "THE VICE...!" "Yeah. Send the body of the dead agent to Linnings. He'll be able to get the mans history." Zach walked out of the Pentagon and got on his cell phone. "Linnings. Zach. Got a body, and some people for you to get some history on..."

A PREVIEW: In the year 4500 a man named Cadus will be the last human. When the world was taken over by vampires in the year 3000, the people of Earth were converted, and the only way to become a bit human was to turn into cyborgs. After the last humans were killed, all that was left were the cyborgs. Now, Cadus is paid to kill any kind of superhuman monster. After a chance encounted with Dracula, he finds his true potential. Now, he must kill the new Vampire lord, and take over his thrown in order to return Earth to its former glory. SOON!

GUESS WHOS BACK MUTHA.... Good poem man...Suicidal, but good.

[hide=][/hide] MGS3 FTW! :XD:

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IGN has given it a lovely review: 0 out of 5 stars...

its all right...i just needed to let out some steam...anywho...how was the actual story?

Metallica...I just heard a song from their newest album...and I nearly killed myself laughing...it was horrible! It was not heavy metal at all...one of my favorite bands goes and kills themselves more with this crap... And before you were talking about disturbed...I think they have gotten better TBH since they were mostly doing heavier versions of all the eighties rock songs a while back, the only one I liked of those was Land of Confusion

Chapter 1.1 Oblivion A man wearing a black cowboy hat stood in silence, watching the people of the small, colonial village wander about, screaming about the tyranny of England. They stood on balconies, wagons, rooftops, just about anywhere, screaming about the taxes imposed by the King, shaking their fists. The man in the cowboy hat had not been noticed above all the noise and commotion, which was good. If he were caught, he would be interrogated quite severely, especially considering he carried many things that no one in the 1770's should be. He had two Uzi's strapped to the sides of his stomach, and had quite a bit of paper money, which at this point in time, was worth nothing, firstly because this money was from the 21st century, secondly because all american made money was worth nothing at this time. Outside of the village, shots could be heard, battles being faught valiantly against the British invaders. The man smirked as he heard the booms of cannons. He knew the pain and suffering these people were going through, but also knew how it would turn out. Suddenly, he heard a shout, and saw a man in a cloak, carrying an AK-47, begin to mow down civilians, running down the street. The man in the cowboy hat followed. The chase was short lived. Redcoats arrived soon enough, their rifles carried parralel to their bodies, blocking the city gate. The man in the cloak suddenly fired at them, the redcoats bodies flinging about as blood gushed from wounds. They dropped to the ground, their blood pooling together in a puddle in front of them. The man in the cowboy hat tackled the cloaked man. The cloaked man screamed as the man in the hat began to smash his head into the cobblestone pavement viciously. "What the hell are you doing?" The man in the hat asked, watching as civilians began to run towards the gate. "Get to the castle!" "Dammit idiot! Why would you do this? Your screwing with time by shooting them with an AK." The man in the hat began to pound furiously on the other mans head. Blood pooled around the cloaked mans head. "Garth...you gonna die!" The man screamed as Garth smashed his head into the pavement as hard as he could. Garth stood as the people poured over him, cheering. "He killed some redcoats!" "We can leave the town now!" "Jeez, look at all the shots these lobsterback got in 'em." One said, rolling one of the bodies over. "Wheres your rifle?" He eyed Garth. Garth kicked the cloaked mans body and grabbed the AK. He then pulled a smoke grenade from inside of his jacket. He pulled the pin and threw it between his feet. It exploded, gray gas emitting from the small canister. Garth made his escape as the civilians began screaming in bewilderment. Garth had a place to be. Oblivion. Oblivion is not a place. Some people consider it to be hell, when in fact, it is the castle of the one known as Dracula, a vampire, a slayer of men, women, children, and anything else he can get his hands on. He is quite the suave man, and his only weakness is his thirst for blood. Getting him thirsty is hard though, as he keeps the souls of the damned, and feeds off of them. It is an impossible feat to destroy Dracula, or even enter his castle. It is a castle lost in time. One minute it is at one place, the next, another. One minute, it is at one time, the next, another. It has seen the time of the Indians first meeting with Christopher Columbus, as well as the great migration to the ships of the Xenosau, where the humans were then transported to the most heavily fortified place in the galaxy, Prison X. Oblivion is a place very few have dared entered, and only one man has escaped. Ever since, he has searched through every time period, defeating the emissaries of Count Dracula, as he searches for the castle. If he is able to enter, god knows what horrors await him, and the world.-From the journal of the nameless wanderer, Volume XXII This is an anime like adventure involving some aspects of dark, evil stuff...

they are [wagon] who want to ruin other peoples fun for their enjoyment.

OMG! Teh SECRET es Out!!!!!!!!!!

The lumberjack song the twits spam ministry of silly walks dead parrot funniest joke ever The one with the childrens stories.. There are so many more...

And why is everyone quoting their stories now?

From a distant corner comes the squeaky voice of Mr. Comma: "I'm punctuation too!" ROFL!!! BTW: 1000 posts!!! :twss: :twss: :twss: :twss: :twss: :twss: CONGRADULATIONS!!!YOU HAVE NO LIFE!!! WOOT!

It's not worth the $3 that could pay for half a month of members I was planning on going to see this tomorrow with a hardcore Star Wars junkie. He told me he doesnt want to see it so instead were going to see Death Race. (Im in the mood for mindless violence) Exactly...I was in the mood for violence when I saw this but my dads like "No...its rated R...your brother and Sister can't watch that!

I would not buy one...they are not a trustworthy way to contact the paranormal...

I have never tried them. I have seen people use them on TV to contact the paranormal, but its so easy to fake...

Don't start that... -.- -.-

Cool...my article was put on Letters to the Editor...