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How good are the quest kit and locator?

WANTWANTWANTWANT! Where!?!?!?

More suggestions, please? Fallout 3 is a must.

This is a short story I wrote for my GCSE English course. It's meant to be as an excerpt from a longer story which is yet to be written. Without further ado, here we go: James slowly opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the sun leaking through the rainforest canopy above. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he slid out of his hammock, and into his boots. These boots had been his since he was 13, a gift from his father, and in the four years since, they had seen their owner change into an almost unrecognisable version of his former self. He hadnt chosen to change as he had; rather change was thrust upon him, like a broom into the hand of a servant. He didnt like it, but he had to accept it. He expertly climbed the fallen tree that blocked the path down to the river, and set off down the track. His thoughts were far away, trying not to focus on his current predicament. He was thinking of his life before he ran away. Him, his sister and his father would spend their days working hard, just so they could afford a meal in the evening. They would save up just enough each week to buy a bouquet of flowers to lay at his mothers grave on the Sunday. It was a strain, saving up the money, but they felt it was the only reminder of her that they had, so they kept at it. As James neared the edge of the river, he was blinded for the second time that day. The sun was powerful in this part of the world. While he waited for his eyes to adjust, he reminded himself to keep his thoughts focused on the present, the less he got bogged down in the past the better. Once he could see, he waded into the river to check the traps he had laid the previous night. One of the three had disappeared, another had caught a fish, but it had been ripped to shreds by one of the many piranhas in the water. The last trap had caught a fish, and small as it was, it was enough. Just as James turned to start the journey back to shore, the whine of a powerboat engine pierced the silence of the jungle. James ran, a hard thing to do in thigh-deep water, and prayed for his life. As the water got shallower, his speed increased, his feet pounding the wet sand. His lungs were screaming for air as he reached the edge of the jungle and dived into the undergrowth. Crouched down low, he allowed his lungs the relief they so desperately needed. With his eyes fixed on the river, his hands reached for his pistol and found it instantly; a skill that came naturally after years spent with one eye on the horizon. The boat rounded the bend in the river and came into James view. It was a beautiful boat, the pointed hull cutting through the water as if it wasnt there. The image was slightly spoiled by a huge gun bolted to the stern. He had to move; he was deep in the undergrowth, but anymore than a cursory glance in his direction by the driver would spell death for him. James frantically searched for an escape route, but every direction was blocked by fallen trees and thick vines. The only way out was back into the water, or up. Hand over hand. Foot over foot. Gun between his teeth, James ascended the tree at an incredible rate. Eventually, he settled on a branch overlooking the hiding spot where he had been laying barely a minute earlier. He pressed his feet against the trunk of the tree as he manoeuvred down the branch. His fingers gripped the bottom of the branch so hard his knuckles turned white, if he fell now, not only would he break a few bones, he would alert the driver, who would surely kill him. He tried to get a look at his enemy, in the hope that it would better prepare him for their almost inevitable encounter. He was a stereotypical Vietcong enforcer, a mountain of muscle with a small head perched on top. Something about him unnerved James, the way his arms moved slightly out of sync with each other, the way they rested at slightly different angles. It was if they had once been ripped off, and sewn back on by someone who didnt quite know what the human body should look like. As a result of this, he looked somewhat akin to an action man that had been played with a little too often. James could barely believe his eyes. He was scared. Without warning, the man turned around and cut the engine. He was now floating in the river, barely twenty metres from where James was concealed. James heart rate almost instantaneously doubled. The man climbed towards the gun, and sat down in the seat, aligning the sights as he did so. Suddenly, he pulled the trigger. The silence of the jungle was instantly shattered by the chatter of machine gun fire. Bullets ripped through the air, slicing through the leaves and slamming into the trees, exploding into showers of bark and dust. The sound was insane. Mud and leaves erupted where the bullets hit the ground. A tree fell, snapped by the impact of a bullet right in the centre of the trunk. Suddenly, James didnt feel so safe. He curled up, covered his ears and closed his eyes. Almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Barely a hundred rounds had passed out of the barrel, but to James it felt more like thousands. Stupid little boy the enforcer spat in his thick Vietnamese accent, the words rolling off his tongue with a harsh croak. He restarted the engine, and cautiously set off towards the shore. He paused every so often to push the boat away from the many rocks submerged in the shallows. Eventually, he arrived. He tied the boat to one of the rocks, and jumped down into the water. Small waves splashed around his ankles as he drew his pistol from its holster, the polished metal glinting in the sun. Come out, come out, wherever you are! the enforcer sang. Something about the tone in which he did so deeply disturbed James. Maybe it was the way he seemed to enjoy what he was doing, like chasing down and killing teenage boys was something he did in his spare time, for fun. As the enforcer contemplated the best way to start looking for James, something fell from the tree, and crashed down on the mans head. James slowly pulled himself up and inspected his handiwork. The man was out cold, a, huge gash adorning his shaven head. The enforcer had broken James fall, saving him from breaking his legs. He was lucky, few centimetres to one side, and it would have been James who came off worst, the blow would only have scratched the side of the mans head, leaving James, crippled, on the floor and the enforcer very, very angry. James quickly searched the man. He didnt have much; James guessed that most of his belongings were on the boat. All he had on him were the keys to the boat, a few rounds for his pistol, and a few coins in his pocket. James didnt feel like having the enforcers friends coming after him when he woke up, so he ripped a couple of vines off of nearby tree and knotted the mans wrists and ankles. After double and triple checking the knots, James set off towards the boat. He jumped in, threw his pack on the deck and sat in the driving seat. For the moment, he was happy. He wasnt dead, and he had a decent method of transport for a while. Jamess thoughts slowly turned to the future as he sailed off towards the horizon. http://flyingunderground.deviantart.com ... -126857021

That nothing. It gets to 38 C here sometimes. Every once in a while it even gets hotter. Notice it says (hot for england) in brackets :roll: Er, yeah. I'm pretty sure we did. At least, I did. I was just pointing out that 28 isn't even considered too hot around here. Although, I think it is too hot when it hits 20 C. It's horrible in England because all we are used to is drizzle. Normally 'hot' is considered 25 degrees. The ramps at the skate park have been almost impossible to sit on recently, and the coping burnt my legs the other day. It's also very humid, so a mid to long cycle ride has me sweating loads. :(

A friend of mine has a diamondback. It's strong, but heavy. Very heavy. Almost as heavy as a mongoose.

Sounds pretty solid. I want your discount =P~ My Revell is about 28 pounds. I love it to bits.

The bicycle kind.

I ride 24" in skate parks/on dirt jumps. I've got a Custom Revell, wethepeople cranks, odyssey sprocket (30T), trailblazer rigid forks, kona bars, revell frame, rising sun rims, DMR V8 pedals. All comes to about 25 pounds. I'm not the greatest rider but I can air a fair few jumps, and I'm still learning.

Awesome shot. Great view, nice straight horizon, great focal. Love it. I didn't know you had Tors in Gladtonbury? I went up one in dartmoor last year, it was nice and sunny, but it went foggy and wet as hell in about 10 minutes, making it almost impossible to walk up it.

No-one ever guesses my games =D It was Freedom Fighters BTW. Awesome game.

Screw that. It's gonna cost £250 for conversion, and a mate is selling his revell 24" for £250. So I'll get that. What do you ride? It shouldn't cost that much. Try doing it yourself. Do you have vert or horizontal drop outs? I ride skate park mostly, a bit of dirt. Vert dropouts on my current bike. I think the cost is so high because of the amount of things I need for it to work. New cranks, new sprocket, new bottom bracket, a whole new rear wheel. It's not really worth conversion. I've had offers for it for around £50, which I think is ok, though I could probably sell my forks for that. Anywho, the Revell is going for £200, a dent or two and a couple of scratches, everything working pretty much perfect, lovely hydraulic brake on the back. Apparently, according to a mate who works in my local specialized concept store, it's worth around £1200 brand new. So I'm happy.

Yes. YESYESYES! Amazing game. I was terrible at it, but it was still brilliant fun. The crusades expansion was incredible too. Those horseback archers were too awesome.

Any dirty sites? lol No :x Just like random sites and Email. Theres a huge siteblocker at our school. Even blocks google images. use a proxy? :thumbsup: Generally schools that block everthing (including google images like mine) block proxies as well.

Got the dead ringer last night. It's hard to use, but so very satisfying. I also started using higher sensitivity a few days ago, and it's starting to show with the dead ringer, when a pyro spychecks me, I sin around uberquick, backstab, and open the dead ringer to cloak away and extinguish myself. Awesome weapon.

Awesome. One of the best pieces of photography I've seen in a while. You planning to toake photography at A-Level?

Screw that. It's gonna cost £250 for conversion, and a mate is selling his revell 24" for £250. So I'll get that.

Red Bull.

Been at the skate park all afternoon. I can confim I can drop in on a halfpipe (that's on a BMX with 36 sprocket, not mine). I'm also hopefully going to get my 24" single geared with 25 on the front, 12 on the back, a new disc brake on the back, and new bars. Also, my back wheel is lsightly out of line, and so is my front disc brake. So I'll get those fixed up too.

No.

I would say some sort of sling, and possibly some homemade weapons. Molotovs anyone? We have alcohol, we have rags, we have tinderboxes. Why not? Area effect + possibly some fire damage would be good.

There's different objectives. I reckon there will be variants of Siege, CTF and TDM. Probably more.

My deaths are generally higher than my kills, though sometimes I do really well and get a great ratio.

I was just wondering, what is the first thing you do when you get a new computer and it's ready to use (i.e OS installed and all)? What's the first thing you change, the first things you download? For me, I would download CCleaner, Firefox, Steam, Windows Live messenger and Kaspersky. Then I would just customise the settings to suit me, which is generally a cross between aesthetics and performance, depending on the computer. What about you?