Lucifus_Mephisto

Maybe it was an incomplete sentence, that might be it. Like you meant to say "I'd like to have 4shes bake me a pie", or "I'd like to have 4shes teach me to PvP", or "I'd like to have 4shes give me suggestions on how to recruit for my SG", or a number of other things. I was just looking too deep into it man, don't worry about it. I didn't mean it. Seriously. Maybe you'd like to "have" 4shes for something other than that. Have him over for dinner, or something....yeah...

And even so, I mean I'm not saying that you meant it that way. You might have been thinking in a "Red Rover, Red Rover" type of sense, or maybe you were picking teams for an organized sport or something. I might have overassumed when you just threw it out that that you'd like to "have" 4shes.

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I'd like to have 4shes

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You.....do know 4shes is a dude, right? I mean, if so then that's cool too I just wanted to make sure you knew.......yeah.....

Happy [censored] birthday, Ping. To make today even more special, you can be Lord and Master. PIMLAM!

Tomorrow, however, you go back to mere mortal status. Oh, and you owe me 1 billion inf.


Now, to this matter....

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Happy Birthday!

Hopefully I can ruin it by kicking your a$$ this week.



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From your Lips to the Pink [censored] of every EM PvPer.




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Fix't.

I think this thread should be named Mooby, and it should fashion itself into a golden calf.



Oh, and when I do it it's not bragging. It's overlording. It's letting you know who to [censored] bow down to in this world.

I'm gonna create a VG called Sac Town. I feel compelled.

Damien Mephisto is your new Lord and Master! Especially now that he has hit 50. Bow, minions!

Seriously, big thanks to BMT who helped me run every TF I could do to get xp on Saturday(minus the buggy STF), and to the EarthGuard for running one as well. It's great to always have teammates when you need 'em.

Now bow down!

May your burfday be a special one. I deem it so! MIYLAM.

This is a discussion. I will discuss things when I feel like it. If Dr. Feelgood thinks it is in direct reaction to his being, then yes his PhD would be right. But he isn't "winning", and his research papers bring him no closer to affecting me in any way shape or form than he did before he was writing them at all.

If we purposefully leave it alone because of what his FUTURE actions might be, then he IS controlling us. If we are just talking about stuff to talk about it, then he DID cause a conversation but did not dictate anything beyond that with his actions.

Yeah, man, Twixt [censored] rocked. He was so cool the way he would exploit those drones, man! It was [censored] awesome! Twixt was like an olympic track runner who would inject his opponent's kneecaps with cement while they were sleeping. There's no [censored] rule for injecting an opponent's knee with cement while he's [censored] sleeping, right? Is there? Check the book, I don't think there [censored] is, man. So then it must not be cheating to do it, then, right? If there's no [censored] rule for it it's NOT [censored] cheating. Just like a [censored] football player who has a magic spell put on him that prevents him from being tackled by anything but a silverback gorilla. There's no RULE saying you can't use magic spells in football...so it's NOT [censored] cheating, right? That's why Twixt [censored] rocked. [censored], if only everyone was as [censored] genius as he is. [censored] PhD. [censored].

Cyborg 2.0: NEver EVER EVER!!! doing this TF again.

Gratz on the level, dood.

Oh, and why do Stalkers get broadswords? That weapon wasn't really meant to be silent. It would have made more sense to give it to brutes.

All of that looks awesome, but it would be great if they revamped a zone like Perez or Boomtown as well.

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On a lighter note, you have a sex-a avatar ;}

He seems like an AwSoMe guy that knew how to make fun for himself out of other peoples expense! I say 3 cheers for someone that knows the truth about online gamming! (To ruin others expierence

in all honesty though, I hate peeps like him, at your point instead of crying ide wish horrible things on him, rather it be (and would range from his or her's actions) a sore throat, kick in the balls, fell [censored] first on a broom stick, got into a car wreck, gave me his address, to see him on news "Mr so and so got hit from a semi truck on I275, then was thrown from his car, fell infront of another semi which hit him and tossed him into another truck carring small scropions in the back, where he was later found dead from multiple stings" or just plain old death, which usualy happens anyways so I dont feel bad to ask for it ;}

Now, if your one of the few....or many that play so much it gives no time for a sex life......then its permited to cry, and ill cry with ya, as long as my girl friend gives me permission to do so ;]

But for all we know you could be getting paid to continue the rants of someone that no one really cares about, just to have more peeps buy his pathedic book.

in which case, I think option 4 of my wants for someone would better suffice ;}

Because its not as warrented for option 6 lol

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Oh my god....he's five. I'm sure of it. He's five years old. I had a girlfriend at 5, so it's possible and not entirely impressive, but even then I'm pretty sure I could arrange my thoughts mo' betta than this.

I just like your Fight Club avatar. Makes me wanna watch that movie again.

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To extend this analogy a little further. Let's say that I go out into battle one day and I'm captured. I'm then thrown in the enemy jail.

When guards arrive at my cell with food, sometimes they beat me up. A few punches here and there. It's ethically questionable in a vague sense but hey, it is war after all and I'm not stupid enough to think this wouldn't happen. I did kill some of their friends after all.

But...there is this one guy who even disturbs the other guards. Every time it's his turn to bring the food, he comes into the cell and does some very very bad things. Over and over.

After I'm freed and the war is over, the bad guy who shocked his fellow guards writes a book about what he did. Nothing he did is technically a war crime by the current definition, in fact his behavious even helped his side becuase it was a good interrogation technique for gathering information.

People across the world read the book. They aren't very impressed. What the guy did was so bad that governments actually pass a new law that redefines his activities as war crimes. He isn't put on trial retrospectively, but his career certainly isn't helped by his actions and eventually he drops out of the army and is forever known as "that guy"...

The fact that he's completely unrepentent and fails to even acknowledge the public outcry makes him less popular than the actions themselves.

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Yeah, but let's say that the door to that jail cell was open EVERY day. You could leave if you wanted to, but instead you decided to stay because they had good food(it's my analogy for the xp, no one goes to prison for the food, no one goes to pvp zones for xp, lol) and thought that maybe the next day the mean guard wouldn't beat you up anymore. And he did. Over and over. Every day. Jail cell door is open. You could leave. But you don't. Every Day. Over and over. Beat you up. And laugh about it.

That makes it different, doesn't it?

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Twixt still crossed a line. When it comes to "he dropped whatever he was doing the moment I walked in the zone and hounded me till I left, every time I was there" there's something wrong. Folks defending the virtues of the PvP zone keep deflecting what the real issue is. Twixt went too far. End of Story.

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I'll put it to you this way. Let's say we are on a base in Afghanistan. If I'm going "outside the wire"(off the base, past a point of protection, etc) then I can reasonably expect to be shot at sometimes. It will NOT happen every time. However, just because I know it probably won't happen every time, do you think I will leave the base without my Flak Jacket or my Kevlar helmet, my M-16 or my frag grenades? No. I will prepare each and every time to encounter the enemy, and so will the people allowing me to go off base. They won't let me go alone, they will send people with me so that we can watch eachother's backs.

Now, apply that to the PvP zone. Going into the PvP zone is like going "outside the wire"(outside of protection from enemy contact, right?). Sometimes you can go to Warburg and get nukes without a hitch, without even seeing a villain. I've done it. But sometimes you end up having to fight some, or leave the zone. Hell, I've killed people for their codes before. It's what the zone is there for. To go to Warburg for nukes(Or RV for XP) and not be prepared mentally and physically for enemy contact means that you have already lost. So for Dolly to go to RV expecting that eventually she can just be left alone for her exploitive xp gathering while other people should not do what the zone was intended for is just ignorant. Makes me wanna go to RV with a hero for a few nights.

Stay inside the wire, Dolls, and the bad man can't hurt you no mo'.

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I spent more than a couple of nights during later 2006 in real tears over some of the things that Twixt did to me.

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Don't you feel a bit silly about this part?

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I didn't read the wall of text but this part caught my eye. I don't find anything silly about it at all. This may just be a game but people have feelings, people get attached. People make friends.

This game is an investment of time. I remember back in the day when I invested so much hard work, planning, and time in to hami raids and a certain individual seemed hellbent on making that experience suck, while I never actually cried tears I can remember being extremely upset several times , about a video game. Emotions don't go away when you log in. People are people regardless.

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Hobbies are always an investment of time. One you are supposed to enjoy. When your hobby has you crying real life tears, it may be time to take a step back and assess what is really important in life.

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And that doesn't change the facts of the issue, which were that Twixt was, for lack of a better word, stalking her. How she feels about it are irrelevant. You're actually defending his actions because "it's just a game"?

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Twixt was not stalking her. Twixt was killing people in a PvP zone. Like it or not, that's what they are there for. All she had to do was go to a different zone. Twixt can't kill her in missions. Twixt can't kill her in Grandville. Twixt can't kill her in RWZ. The only places Twixt could kill her is in the PvP zones.

I'm not approving of the way Twixt handled himself, but instead of fueling the insanity she could have removed herself from the situation. It was stated that RV was a great place to level up from 40-50, and that it could be done really fast. If that aspect of the zone is taken away because someone keeps killing you, the advantage of going to that zone is gone. It would only be logical to go somewhere else.

That, and I totally agree with the idea that when the fun stops is when you should be doing something else. This isn't your job, this isn't something that's going to set up your children for success, this isn't something that will help you get into college or the military. Being that it's a totally fictional world that we play in, there is literally NO usefulness to this game other than escapism. When the place you escape to causes you to shed tears, escape somewhere else.

Me and Solun agree on something. Word.

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I spent more than a couple of nights during later 2006 in real tears over some of the things that Twixt did to me.

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his actions over the six months or so we saw each other almost every day have affected me three years later.

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I bet Twixt would get a real kick out of reading these two quotes. Honestly. This is how you know that you probably just should have let him win and go somewhere else to lvl.

MIYLAM!

[u]Scout-Leader Azurean: Part Three![u]

"Mr. Azurean, this is an outrage!" The other scout-leaders had heard about what happened in the woods, and Head Scout-Leader Mr. Johnson called a meeting together to decide how to handle the situation.

"Just so long as it isn't an Outbreak, Mr. Johnson. Then we'd have real problems." Cobalt looked around the room to ensure they all understood the severity of drugged up criminals rampaging through the streets. They all seemed so unimpressed, however. Are they secretly heroes too? he thought.

"You injured four of our kids with your improvised trap mines, you beat one with a stick because you quote 'thought he was a homeless guy', and what's this I hear about you owning a flamethrower? Are you insane?!?"

"No, Mr. Johnson. I do what I must to protect people from evil. Sometimes that means collateral damage. I can't tell you how many abandoned warehouses I've been in that were just chock-full of homeless. If you know of a time when a flamethrower could be put to better use than that, I'd like to hear it." Everyone in the room performed the facepalm emote.

"I don't think we have a choice here but to press charges, Cobalt. There's gonna be some angry parents once word about this gets out, and Boy Scouts of America doesn't need this type of publicity."

"Press charges?" A fellow scout-leader interrupted, "That's a little harsh don't you think?"

"No. No I don't think that's harsh. I think harsh would be killing him here so he can't hurt anyone else. I don't wanna go to jail so I'm just going to have the police handle it."

"You don't want to go to jail, hmm?" The unnamed scout leader said suggestively while glancing at Cobalt.

"Doesn't want to go to jail? He must have done something wrong..." Said Scout-Leader Azurean.

"What's going on?" Mr. Johnson stepped back slowly, the tension in his voice rising with every word, "What are you talking about?"

"He tried to frame you, Blue Man. Set you up to send you to prison. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I think I am, Witty. He's an agent of Nemesis, carrying out one of the many devious schemes that mastermind has put into action."

The two valiant heroes glanced at eachother once more, the secretive Librarian-turned-Scout-Leader giving a signaling nod to his blue partner. Cobalt pulled out his M4, the super-soaker full of napalm still attached, and prepared for the fight of their lives. Witty realized that he hadn't come prepared with any powersets.

"Uh, uh, let's see, uh, oh! Fire Scrapper!" Witty picked up old scout-leader Worthington's walking stick and Cobalt set it ablaze with his flame thrower. Witty waved it around, the flaming napalm goo splatting in different places around the room and spreading the fire. Everyone else ran from the room, leaving Mr. Johnson to his new friends.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd that's all I have time for, my lunch break is over. I'm really running out of ideas so this will probably be the last edition of Scout-Leader Azurean.

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Oh snap!! I'm so late, and so fired, but HBD anyways Hope it was a good one Cobalt.

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The HBD period is over, it is now...

THE ROAST OF COBALT! That's right, everyone makes fun of him, no consequences or guilt. Have at it.

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You are so kicked from BMT

I know what will do the trick....

[u]Scout-Master Azurean: Part Dos![u]

"Mr. Azurean, I still haven't seen a pirate ship. Are you sure we aren't lost?"

Cobalt let out a sigh. Obviously these children didn't know anything about the real world.

"I am positive you aren't Lost, cub scout. If you were, you'd have a television set where your skull is. That, and if you were I could cure you with THIS ." Scout-Master Azurean produced from his pack a marvelous, majestic object of which the likes had never been seen by such feeble-minded non-supers such as these scouts.

"It's....a stick."

"No, it's a wand. I can cure you of the lost disease. It has something to do with aliens, and if I cure enough Lost then I get to travel back in time and get my metallic skirt!"

"I have a GPS, can we please use it to find our way back to camp?" The blue man snatched the device from the cub scout's hand, pressing buttons vigorously and cursing that the programming didn't even include vidiotmaps.

"What is this Mapquest Bullhonkey?" He muttered feverishly.

"It's official. We're lost!" The shortest, fattest cubscout started to cry.

"Aha! That one's turning!" Cobalt dropped the GPS device leapt into the air with his stick-wand and whacked the portly scout on the head. The other scouts just stared, their jaws dropped. One started to pee on himself.

"Afraid of your destiny, villains? Now don't move, and I shall return you to your law-abiding selves! Heeyaaaah!"

All the kids ran different directions, screaming at the top of their lungs and disappearing into the forest as Cobalt blunted the portly cub scout's knee with his stick repeatedly.

"Stop, please, Scout-Master it hurts!"

"Get up, young scout, I think you're cured. Say, you might make a good tanker one day. Good resistances."

"Oh, thank God. Thank Jesus."

"Thank Mephisto," Cobalt said, "He's our Lord and Master."

"Okay, uh, whatever you say. Are we going to go find the others now and go back to camp?"

"Too late for that." Before the young scout could ask what his curiously blue scout-master meant, he heard an explosion followed by screams. Cobalt started to smile.

"Trip mine ftw."

Or maybe it's in a gang.