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i honestly dont know. But besides that, on older CS, try icyworld, max knife bots. Just dual pistols ;) Youll have fun :twisted:

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No offense but I'm scared of you. You look like that girl from the exorcist. :anxious: :o

If you're playing on 360 I agree. If you're on PC the multiplayer is amazing. yeah, was on 360 with my friend and myself. just the two of us. Boooring. EDIT: Did you guys know this was first conceived by two guys playing CS, with 50 knife bots? We tried that. Mad fun. (Dual pistols even more fun.)

If you're playing on 360 I agree. If you're on PC the multiplayer is amazing. yeah, was on 360 with my friend and myself. just the two of us. Boooring.

More rude than a shoe throw? Well, if all 2 million of the supporters threw their shoes. Then yes. But no anyway. getting booed by x people > one shoe throw. (just wrote some random tasty spam because i felt like it) :twss:

I have this documentary on metal music. called metal: a headbanger's journey. Will watch it, and type. Hold on .

What ! No way. I wish alan moore was to direct, got an offer, rejected it though. Any way if they did do what you said above, it'll completely reverse the efffect of the last chapter, and of the mask killer theory. And what use is ozymandius (unless he made him do it.) I dont think, it will happen. Dont wan't it to happen. Click me, Iam The motion comic.

Seriously. HEY GUYS I'M GONNA STAB METAL IN MY FACE. WILL YOU LOVE ME NOW. Naw, that's mean. But you are shoving metal in your face plausibly due to peer pressure or pressure put on you by society's normal view of "cool" or "hip". When all you need to be cool is to stay off of drugs! You need some PinkFloyd with Drugs ! Sip, puff, rewind, stop, play puff. On Topic: My parents don't let me have video-game themed fun. Also don't get a piercing, one of my friends had a piercing in his ear (only one ear, not both). I guess thats the very limit. Anywhere else, it'll just be weird.

pffft. 90 degree pointy. My circly curved [wagon] ! 90 degrees is as sharp as a hippo in a fox suit. Its a sharp as getting a badger and putting a moustache on its face and a pipe in its mouth. Definitley not sharp !

sorry, guys. I think You misunderstood me. I was referring to bouwzie not Lenin. Of course everyone would prefer Lenin over me. he is a funny, funny guy. I too was just making a joke. (im not too good at those "jokes" and "humor") Was not directing my comment towards lenin, responding to bouwzie. Again, sorry for any misunderstanding. EDIT: i dont think im making too many friends here. #-o sorry lenin :(

I'd just like to say a few words, if I may Going a little OT here, wasnt a thread, didn't want to start a new one. Thoguht this was best place. Now please dont start flaming. This is my be my perverted, distorted view, maybe because I'm not American, and I'm not an African America (can I say black ?) I just dont get, why this media chum frenzy is going on over the "great black freedoms, civil rights, the realisation of a dream and all that bull". I mean why are people harping on about these black freedoms and dreams, if Obama just came into office. I'm not trying to downplay his acheivement or the gravity of the situation. I'm just asking a simple question. Why are black people so happy, now ? (about all these invisible freedoms) Dr.Kings dream wasn't a black president it was (etc...) But still. I want to know, what that "but still" is.

You write some pretty random funny stuff... oh and :twss: to your post. sorry, i just had to do that.

Circles again. I dont have any square vinyls !! :shock:

Right. ok, But for instance, in a 26 page thread, itll still take me to page 1. -.-

trpisis, zierro lenin crusader dragoonson, hes just :twss: Edit: forgot to add compfreak !!! Second Edit; Forgot to add Lenticular_j

Wait, how did you do that again? direct me step by step ????

from page 11. Just noticed Das looks like my Drum Instructor.

I feel a spam-fest comin' along :( Other than that, circles.

Sometimes it becomes a little too difficult monitoring all the threads you have posted in and seeing if anyone has replied. I know that you get emails, but this more a hassle as it just shows you the thread. I was wondering if there could be a new feature in the UCP that shows you all the thread you were active in for the past 24 hours and when clicked on, takes you to your OP in that thread. This would be helpful, as it would be easier for all users to reply quickly to popular threads and would prevent going through several, tens of pages of posts just to find what your OP was. Thanks! Feel free to shoot this down.

Wrong. Not trying to bring down christianity. BUT. bible was written over a period of 1800 years, with fragments of over 40 different people. Corrupted,twisted,wayward from its orignal form. The Torah (first five books, of moses are the oldest, oldest being around 1400 BC.) Now for instance, Vedas are at least 3000 older than the oldest scriptures of Christianity and Judaism. EDIT: Rig veda are at least from 5000BC, makign them 7000 years old.

First time, posting in this forum. I've noticed before, only just recently thought of putting something up. Be kind #-o Short Story I had to write for English Class. Flames The little girl sat on the side of the road clutching her teddy bear tightly as if it were a long lost friend. The gravel was cold under her and the wind chilled her to the bone. In front of her was a burning house, shoots of red, orange and yellow licked at the house engulfing it in a sea of flames. The smell of burning flesh and smoldering skin filled her nostrils. Fine ash and soot billowed from the house. Emily was accustomed to these kinds of happenings; in fact every home that she had been sent to had something go wrong. In every case she was the only one that had survived. The townspeople thought she had a guardian angel. She hoped she did. She stared intently at the flames as she heard the sound of a car approaching, the tires making odd popping noises as it drew closer. Two of her neighbors ran briskly to the remains of her house My god , its too late You should phone the brigade Already have Quick! See if anyone survived, you take the back and Ill go around to the sides No use Soon an elderly lady arrived, a family friend of sorts. She sympathised with Emily and Emily liked her ever since they met. Slowly Ms. Norrington spoke.Are you O.K Emily? She simply nodded. Mrs. Norringtons voice was dry and cracked.You poor girl, Ill have to find someone to house you up for the night. It wasnt the first time. Emily now began to remember of her previous foster family and her brother Eric. Eric was irritated, he is breaking things, agitated, and he is making a mess of her room. Eric began pouding the table with vehment anger and shouted with alarm, Augh! I dont want to help her, she so clumsy Please Eric behave, we all have to help her, her mother understands, but still, she cannot force her words. I dont want a [developmentally delayed] for sister!, tears start steaming. Emily starts to remember more. She remembers that she gets picked on at school, the girls giggle when they see Emily. Why cant she speak properly? Why does everyone tease her? Why does her body always ache? Why? Why? Why? Emily starts to remember it all; its all come flooding back. She remembers her family her father was an abusive drunkard who terrorized her. He beat her mercilessly, she had swollen cheeks and puffed lips for days, and she was ashamed to show ever her face. Her brother hated her. Eric too, was a model of his father. Pulling her hair, tearing her clothes in objectable places. One thing that she could remember was when Eric, while play fighting cut her, with the kitchen knife. But most of all she remembers her mother. Her mother was gentle and considerate. She would always talk to Emily when she needed help, she would love her no matter what. Emily looks at the firefighters spraying the last remains of the house; all the other parts have been reduced to glowing embers. The house was a silhouette - an eerie reddish glow against the pitch-black night sky. She remembers Eric sitting on the sofa playing some video game. No doubt the firefighters would have discovered him by now, or at least his charred remains. He wouldnt be remembered much; neither would have been her father. Her mother yes, it was unfortunate that she also went away, however she felt no real remorse and the incident was, like the embers of the house, all but doused and forgotten. Slowly Ms.Norrington made her way again through the jam of police cars and concerned onlookers to Emily. I have some good news Emily, Ive found someone to take care of you for tonight. This is Brian, said Ms. Norrington, with obvious pain in her voice. Emily didnt look up, instead she simply nodded her head in quiet agreement, not that there was anything to agree about. Shes obviously quite shaken from the fire no doubt, but shes a tough girl, arent you Emily Quitely, she nodded again. Brian took her hand and led her away from the street and into his car. His hand felt comforting and warm in hers. She looked deeply into the eyes of her teddy. He had endured her beyond any other and she was grateful for it. Slowly Emily unzipped the sides. Within the small pouch were an old photo, a bottle of pills and a box of matches. Maybe she would see flames again. Edited for punctuation and grammar.

Lets do the Fibonacci sequence in [hide=Surprise]BINARY ! 121409 -> 196444 Which is 101111111101011100 in Binary ![/hide] :lol: EDIT: Who did that to my post !

First Time Ive seen ^ you But because of PC ill give you a 7/10 !

five, seven then five Syllables mark a haiku Remarkable Oaf Ooooh. I did a haiku ! Tasty Copypasta quote from Avatar !