Lime_Mercury

Kay, I found like the last working link on the net lol ]http://downloads.planetmirror.com/pub/b ... emo348[Caution: ExecutableFile] And we'll get you all hooked up.

Alright, a few of my friends and I are kicking back for old times sake and downloading the UT (the original) demo for PC and rocking out some hardcore multiplayer matches. These were mad fun back in my days at Zybez, which was long ago, but I want to play a few games today. So post up here, and we'll get you all hooked up with the server and the links to the downloads you'll need. M M M M M M onster Kill ill ill illill

Fallout.

AND THERE'S FISH IN THE PICTURE TOO!

There was a simcityesque game called "Afterlife".

This poem is a melange of feelings, attitudes, and truths, both virtual and real. I'm posting this for two reasons. First, because my "5 people" story was moved here on short order, and second because it's the least I can do to shed some light in my warped mind. -- "Almost Don't Believe Me" I fell. (and with that I begin to wish I had written a short story- a very short story) the callicut center? how many times did I have to help you put your top back on? 4, 5 times? but also the steam room at the Inn has failed and oh who could forget the time we were locked in the closet? you were comfortable with your hands around my waist more often naked than not and age sixteen always promised just a little bit more than we'd seen, but we grow up so fast your lips are sugar and your life is sweeter and Mom (if you'll call her that) stacks the cases of soda in the corner for the imaginary parties to which you're invited but never come this- and you scratch away your mosquito bites and trap fireflies in jars to pass the evenings away while I write letters with no return addresses the house clothes itself and winter is mostly the same but the snowplows throw rocks and slush all over the driveway and that doesn't change the fact that you are indeed gone seasons pass, years pass, and the biggest insult that I could come up with is that I don't want you raising my children rome was better. didn't we play patticake like high schoolers with amnesia? didn't we get lost in dusty streets with dusty looking people living in a place that hadn't changed since the beginning of time (as we knew it)? where we locked ourselves in the hotel room and drank orange juice until we were both sick? nobody fight me, I have a whip! I was taking hostages in between Rosie and Maury when the doorbell rang, I slashed my wrists and went to sleep. When I woke up in Heaven, God told me I was meaningless, and I cried how I wanted to go home. Mom still stacks the cases of soda by the wall, but Dad's passed away, and I'm contemplating going to the grocery store and never coming back, but how will I live? The answer's easy- from paycheck to paycheck! But what was the question again? Further pieces of my poetry, and an un-workshopped version of this can be found at my devART site, and by messaging me on MSN and asking for them. C&C is appreciated, but not required. You can be an "OMG UR LEET I WNAT 2 HAEV UR BABIES!!111"... well, as long as you're female. :D

I'd love to help, but fantasy and sci-fi fall pretty far out of my realm of expertise. Good luck, though.

Alright, here's one How will my current relationship go?

And how long have remakes and remixes been around? Just admit it, you hate popular rap and that's where you get your opinion that they have no talent.

Of course it is. I'm just completely incapable of deciding where to put my posts. In fact, I'm so stupid, I can't think of anything positive to contribute to this. Alongside this, I am not really interested in cleaning up the boards per se, but rather trying to look smart in front of someone, I know not who, but someone should come along and read this and be instantly enthralled by the glorious post I've made and then thousands of people will worship me when I beomce a moderator of these fine forums and feel completely uncompelled to move a post like this when I see it sitting happily collecting intelligent and thought-out replies (for the most part). Maybe when I become a mod, I can finally land that rs girlfriend that I've been telling all my clanmates about. She's got the cutest skill total I've ever seen *swoon* 969 :oops: If I felt it belonged in the library of varrock, don't you think I'd put it in the library of varrock? As for the rest of the posts, I wish I had time to reply to them all one by one. I was especially piqued by the response that the original post was elicited because we often take things too seriously, too personally, take offense of things we ought not take offense on. The word "noob" is a perfect example of this. It represents an insult, a disapproval of someones choice of behavior. It is said in much the same manner of much stronger insults in real life. Maybe something along the lines of "You live like a pig. You're filthy, and I don't wish to see you again. Just being around you is disgusting." You say that to a person in real life, and you have most definitely just pissed someone off. Just because there's a different word for it doesn't change that people have the ability, and often interpret things in ways you don't expect. There are thousands of people that play this game, some that are like me, and many that are far different from me. But that doesn't mean that not everybody's brain works in basically the same way, and that we don't have the same goals- to succeed, to be good, to achieve some status in mind by which we are satisfied with the outcome of the sum of our efforts. RS is an immensely personal game. The same might be said for other RPGs, but I get the feeling that it is slightly less personal in some other RPGs where building your character is akin to building a car, and racing it against other cars. The complexity of being that one finds in runescape and the ability of a character to do anything, everything, and nothing all in one day is a hook. You can chat in the plaza, you can walk, hunt for treasure, fish, mine, smith, craft, kill, play minigames, anything at all. You don't have to like combat. Hell, you can even merchant if you want to (even though I'd prefer you don't :-\) Your experience is going to be a wholly unique one, perhaps this is why everyone has different people in lumbridge awaiting them, and perhaps this is why everyone plays. Gandalf: I'm actually not a LOtR fan, but I wouldn't mind having my own legendary status about :P lol, i can just see it now, walking through camelot when four people go "amigawd its lime murcury" (because they would be incapable of spelling mercury) and then getting asked for free things... or blessings! (someone please stop me when i go off on tangents like this) Davyln/Devlyn: The first person that came to mind was a person named Dagny that i had run across once before, then I changed dagny to davlyn, thought about it for a while, decided I had seen the character name before and didn't want to put her in something without her knowing about it, so I changed it to Devlyn to make it an imaginaryish sort of person..

Neither do I, ain't that a b*tch?

The Five People You Meet In Lumbridge Let's say you're playing RS. The swarm comes, your computer freezes. You're stuck. The swarm is hitting ones and twos on you. You can't get back on. Finally, an hour later, you log back in. Saradomin (or your diety of choice) has decided- you've died for the last time. You find yourself in Lumbridge. After a short speech by your designated diety, you come to realize that Runescape, as you know it, is done. But in Lumbridge, there are five people. People that you have only met in passing but whose life you have changed immeasurably, either in or out of RS. "I opened my eyes there, staring for a second at the bubbling fountain, and could not believe any of this had happened. Could not believe it at all." Who awaited me? The first person introduced herself as Devlyn. She said she was 51 herblore when she met me. I had been standing in Edgeville bank, after getting a load of low level herbs from the men in the shack to the north of the bank. I smiled. I did not know what this was about. She noted a remark I had made to a friend in the bank. "Herblaw is stupid. Only a psycho would get 99 in this skill. You'd have to be retarted to want to stick with this for that long. Anyone that gets 99 herblaw is out of their mind." Devlyn told me she was sane at the time. She said my remark taught her that RuneScape was a damned hard lot of work sometimes. She had gotten the impression that it was hard sometimes, but the way I put my remark, she said, moved her to think about why she played. I was still confused by this. I started to tell her that it was an offhand remark, that everybody feels that way sometimes, but she stopped me. "Now," she said, "I talk". "RuneScape's only a mirror of the things you're willing to do outside that computer. If you're willing to sit for fourteen hours doing the same thing over and over each day for the most trivial slice of virtual fame, then you can do anything." I knew this was true. "What herblore are you now, Devlyn?" I asked. "Fifty three." "Why didn't you get 99?" I knew the answer to this before I even asked. She didn't reply either, not right away, at least. "It wouldn't have meant what I wanted it to mean." A pause. "Do you like dwellberries?" "A little." She placed two dwellberries in the palm of my hand, closed it, and then she was gone. I was still looking at the dwellberries when a younger man approached me. He introduced himself as Chris. "So, Chris, what can I do for you?" Chris was a scammer. He had seen me walk through Varrock with my gold trimmed rune kite and plate. He decided right then he wanted to be rich, to have his own. Before the day was through, he had offered to trim two peoples' armor, one black, one adam, and scammed both. He'd been reported four times, none with sufficient evidence for Jagex to take against him. This went on for days, he told me, each day increasing his profits, improving his guile, finding new ways to word what he said specifically so he could say he wasn't scamming people. He poked my arm in delight, gave me half a laugh, and looked me in the eyes as he went into detail. "The best was when I figured out what to say. Instead of telling people I could trim their armor, I'd tell them that I could get them trimmed armor. If they protested, I just told them I could get them the trimmed armor, but never said when I was gonna get it for them." I raised my eyebrow. It sounded like something I'd have said had I been a scammer. He continued. "I eventually realized I could scam anything, take anything, have anything, and get away with it. You'd think that'd have made it boring, but it didn't. I had everything I needed, so I did my best to clean up my act, merchant, trade for gold." "And the moral of this story is?" I asked. "There is no moral. You know I could give every gp I ever took back to every person I took it from, and the simple truth is that I don't have to." "Well, don't, then." "Didn't plan to." And with that, he was gone as well. The third person spit at my feet. "Interesting name." I remarked. He was gone by the time I opened my mouth again. Zamorak intervened on his behalf. "His name doesn't matter to you, you don't care. You were walking through Camelot with your black beret on, and walked right by this guy cutting oak logs. He spoke as you came by, offered to buy your beret. He had six burnt shrimp, three oak logs and an steel axe to his name. You would have laughed and left, and things might have been different had you even stopped to see his offer." "Instead you said nothing and kept on walking. He went quietly back to cutting wood, raising levels, playing, enjoying the game. He became one of the higher combat people, level one twenty, I think. There were plenty of people he ignored as he walked by." "But why did he spit at my feet?" "Because you will never remember him as well as he remembers you." "But he wasn't remarkable in any sense. He was nobody..." "And just what, Mr. Popstar, makes you think that you are somebody?" Zamorak would have himself proven right very soon, for as the fourth person came up to me, I was already trying to forget the third. She had overheard the last thing Zamorak said, and proceeded to decry everything about it. "He's not right," she said. "You are someone! You're special, you're amazing... you have no idea how precious you are to me." This stopped me, first of all, because I never knew I had any female fans. Second, because I wasn't exactly sure how I could be precious to someone on RuneScape. She had been training beside me one afternoon at the shadow warriors in the legends guild, dressed as a male character, male armor, male name. A server crash a little later on would have us never able to add each other, and long have since forgotten the name of the other. "But what did I say that was so precious to you?" "Nothing, really, but that you didn't care whether I was a girl or a boy, we were just there, you and me, keeping each other company in the late hours of the night." "But doesn't that happen anymore? I mean, don't people just train together and start up conversations?" "Sure they do, but it's always how much xp they have to a level, how many kills they made... It's never a person, it's a character. Don't you get it? There's so much distrust in this game, nobody can give out their email address, talk about where they live, be who they are, and just for ten minutes not have to play a role in a role playing game? This is who we are, and it's what we do." "But all those rules, aren't they there to protect people, you know, so they don't get hurt?" "But don't you think it hurts more that two people, very similar, liking the same things, might never get the chance to meet each other, to share experiences, to live, love, and celebrate because of some stereotype, some stigma... Isn't that what you believe?" "Well, yeah.. but I guess we sacrifice-" I was stopped mid-sentence. She put her hands in mine. The dwellberries slid from my palm onto the grass. "I think I would have liked you... a lot," she said. Her lips rose to meet mine, but before I kissed her, she was gone. "I think I would have liked you too." I murmured. The fountain continued to bubble softly as the fifth person walked up, a boy, ordinary looking. He seemed a bit humbled by my presence. "Thanks," he said. "You saved my life." I laughed. "Oh, I'm not a real big PKer anyway." "You don't understand," he continued. "You saved my ... life." "Go on," I said. I had died in the wilderness. I was walking through Draynor, I was crying. I had a suicide letter all written out. I had taken my mom's prescription pills. The open bottle was on the desk. You turned from whatever you were doing as I passed by, and you saw I didn't have any armor. You didn't know who I was. I thought I was sending a message to my friend telling him what had just happened, when I realized I had typed it out to you. I guess you were cleaning out your bank or something, but before I knew it, you had traded me a whole bunch of stuff. I was too embarassed or shocked to add you. I just kind of stood there, thinking... not everyone is savage and hateful, bent on taking, taking, taking. And it wasn't an ordinary death, either. My girlfriend and I had been pking, you know, for fun, and I had run low on food, and I was wearing most of my best stuff thinking she'd protect me. We'd been ... together for almost six months before that day. I had to look away from the computer, so I followed her, and she walked me right through the dragons, and I got roasted instantly. She PMed me 'lol" and blocked me." "Oh dear God..." I had started. I was more disturbed at the thought that he would commit suicide because of that, but he went on before I voiced that thought. "But that was only the last straw." He expanded his story by explaining more events in his real life that had made it ten times more horrid than anything I had ever experienced. He never went and got psychiatric help after that, but he admitted that I had given him a reality check. He had told nobody about what had happened that day, not his parents, not his teachers, not even the lady he married in real life that eventually started playing RS with... A person he found he could truly trust with anything. Lumbridge slowly became silent. The fifth person remained, but I was gone. So who are the five people you meet in Lumbridge? How might the actions you make be percieved by others? Do you stop to think how about all the meanings of the things you say, or do you let loose a flurry of words hoping the other person understands what you mean. Or do you not speak? Who are you? Are you the real person behind your desk, or do you pretend you're someone you're not. Are you big bad and greedy? And if you don't know the answers to those questions, how do you think you will find out? Will it be because of the five people you meet in Lumbridge?

If by "owned" you mean tied with a minute left in the game, then sure. Was a spectacular game, though.. but Sean May is just like Shaq.. uses his size to badger the other team until he's close enough to put up a layup. No, by owned I mean maintained a large lead through much of the first half, and a decent part of the second.

owned by nc plskthxmbnextyear

Ice-T has been playing in Law & Order SVU for quite a while now, hasn't he?

NOT FAKE

There are a number of people that I trusted over my 3 years here that I wouldn't have.

Drag long spec, unpotted, unpraying = 23.

I got dropped by a maul from 51hp (while eating) :roll:

Actually, they came out at the same time. I remember because I've been a member since Day 1, and did Lost City for the long (which at the time, kicked the rune battle axes (best weapon then, 2h's were still being greedily hoarded) butt) Oops, I meant the new dragon longs :P

Members has been around much longer than dragon longs.

Why don't you just go on rsc and try it :roll:

If your parents don't want you paying money for an online game, but they don't stop you from buying GTA:SA or a number of other games, at 50 bucks that you stop playing after a month or so, I think you need to take a long hard look in the mirror and ask yourself why you're even bothering trying to level your way up in RS? Is it for respect? Great. The very least you could do is send a CS query to jagex thanking them for offering a wonderful game, and apologize for not having the ability/whatever to pay for p2p. I used to argue vehemently for more stuff for f2p, and if you know me well, you'd know why: I believe everyone should have a good opportunity to experience the world that is RuneScape. But now, I'm getting a little bitter, but not for the reason that f2p asks for updates, and not because I don't see your reasons for not contributing to jagex (believe me, that freeplayers run the economy argument is rubbish, jagex could fix ore spawn times, item locations, herb drops in a matter of days), but it's because I get asked to leave training/treasure hunting spots on pay to play. That is NOT what I pay to do. I pay to be able to play where I want to. That may be acceptable behavior on f2p, but it is not acceptable to ask someone to leave something they paid to be a part of. I'm seriously considering getting a bronze halberd to remedy this.

1 Million Uncut Dragonstones. By the time I cut them, I could make amulets of them. I could sell a good deal of the amulets and buy rune essence and emerald rings and r00ncraft :)