HellSpite

man, that's halarious!

I think it captures the fun and point of COH.
post your critique.

i learned to read by reading the in-game text from Everquest over my dad's shoulder.
my brother learned his basic colors from Power Rangers.
yes, my family is weird.

i swear i saw me (dead) in a few frames...

dang

a qeustion: is there a badge fer the valentine's mish? i want to know if im wasting time befire i do it.

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You know the really sad thing?


If one of the options was an undone bow tie hanging from your neck, that might have been enough for me to get this

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and, a nervous face option.

dang, thats great man!
i would do it, but if i had WAY more time...

*recluse walks into a building marked 'weapon store'*
Cashier:hello! welcome to Bob's weapons! finest inn port oakes!
Recluse: thanks, im wondering, do you have any atom bombs?
Cashier: no, we don't.
Recluse:any AK-47s?
Cashier: no, were out of AK-47s
Recluse: have any lightsabers?
Cashier: no, were out of lightsabers.
Recluse: have any really hard french bread?
Cashier: no, were out.
Recluse: do you have any rabid poodles?
Cashier: wait a minute, ill go check.
*2 minutes later*
Cashier: no, were out of rabid poodles.
Recluse: well then do you have anything?
Cashier: yes, we have something.
Recluse: do you? if your lying, ill stab you.
Cashier: sure, whadda ya want?
Recluse: anything that will kill a man!
Cashier: sorry, were out.
*recluse stabs the cashier.*
Recluse: well, maybe i should go tell people how to defend yourself against fresh fruit...

at Arbiter diaz's house

It was a long day for Diaz, he had to stand around all day and train new villains. the problem with new villains was that they were very impatient, and often argued to the point of attacking him. mostly the werewolves and such. he was trying to get a promotion, possibly take a job at sirens call. no, it was not the time to think about that, it was time to relax. today was a very rare occourance, since only fortunatas and up got vacations.

He opened the freezer door, and a sudden burst of cold hit his face. funny, feels like when that ice-shooter girl misfired., he thought. grabbing a half-eaten quart of Rocky Road and a spoon, he sat on his lay-z-boy and turned on the tube. as the image of a woman advertising "the next breakthrough in yadda-yadda-yadda" filled the screen, he quickly changed the channel. "garbage, weather channel, cartoons," he said as he flipped through, "oh! Ghostbusters! my favorite! only started 15 minutes ago, too!" his channel-changing finger came to a halt, and sounds of proton packs being fired filled the room. he laid back into the chair, watching and occaisionally laughing. 3 minutes later, a door creaked, and he turned to see his bedroom door. "brr, i must of left my window open." he got up, and went there. as he closed the window, he said "there ya go." as he turned to the door, he swore he could see a woman in a suit standing there. he quickly jerked his head back, only to see his dresser and a pile of dirty clothes. "hmm..., must be seein' things." he walked back towards the living room. "drat, missed my favorite scene." he rested, letting him to daze off.

about 30 seconds later, he was woken by the sound of his rubber ducky that he left on the floor earlier being squeaked. The woman in black was there! as he started to get up, glistening black claws shot out from her hands, and she made a jab at his stomach, barely missing. he ran for the door, with the woman quickly catching up behind him. as she sliced at his head, missing again, her claws sank in the wall. "crap!" she said. as Diaz stumbled around he felt the fimaliar surface of a gun handle in his grip. he raised it, firing two shots at her, hitting her with one. she screamed in pain, allowing him to run out the door in only his boxers. "Marcone is comin' for you! you hear me!" she shouted as he ran down the street.

"sorry for blindfoldin' yous, we don't want anyone to find out where we do our thinkin'." Said Guido "the mooch" Verandi, As the doors opened to A.L assassin. "we've been gittin' lynched by 'dose Arachnos Fellas'. we need a guy to knock around some heads and show that the Mooks don't take this crap." "im glad to work for you," said A.L assassin, "but this will cost some if you wanna take out a guy like Arbiter diaz. lets say 30k." "20k" Bartered the mook leader. "30k." "25k." "30k, unless you want me to go work for the marcones." said the stalker. "ok, deal. i like de way you make a threat." As soon as A.L walked out the door, Verandi said "lets hope that Arachnos doesn't mind us throwing around a few lackeys at each other..."

Hey guys, im BAAACK!
*blaam*
shotguns are so useful!

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Real Numbers
As a general quality of life improvement we will be adding new functionality in a coming version of the game to display the “real” numbers behind your characters and their powers. This includes a user configurable display of important characteristics such as movement rate, regeneration rate, resistances and many more! Additionally, you will be able to see how those statistics are affected in real time by buffs and/or debuffs affecting your character.

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i was able to do it without superjump and with only one speed increase. 24.62 seconds!

never seen ya before, but goodbye!
*discretely places a mine in his bed*
/e thats for leaving us

*unplugs the blender*
*pulls out techameleon (slightly mashed)*
well, then lets make a present!
*skins them, uses it for wrapping paper, making their brains into pudding*
*gives it to little brother*

*rezzes*
i use my...
AUDIT POWERS!
*everyone is held as they deal with mind-numbing paperwork*
*slice*

*ring, ring!*
???: (objective classified)
Gassy platypus: got it, man!
*enters corridor*
*sees all of the chaos*
*quietly walks down it, ignoring all the lasers, bombs, and moonwalking, and (classified)*

*rezzes*
well, this place has gone down the barrel, i declare myself....



WINNER!!!

should'nt this thread die? its getting close to christmas for heavens sakes

that was great, how about a 5th column adaption of Romeo and Juliet?

have romeo on 5th column, juliet on council during the council/5th war.

*rezzes, but this time as a zombie, wit a brigade of undead-backup dancers*
*Bumbumbumbabum**Clap, clap**Bubumbumbabum**Clap, clap*
*turns into michael jackson, with a certain red jacket*
starts dancing in perfect sync*
And its the THRILLAH!
*everybody else's heads explode from 80's pop-music*

*Rezz*
Turns into.....



CHUCK NORRIS!
*does a roundhouse kick that levels the building*

*Takes them all to washington, where they all drown from unimaginable rain*
Take that! i have to live with it 3/4 of the time here! last year we had 57 continuous days of rain!

*throws molten turkey at everyone else*
Happy thanksgiving, ya newbs!