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Right! This is like a warm-up match before the season starts.

Everybody make sure to streach properly - we don't want any unintentional injuries, right? Drink plenty of fluids as you play too, gotta keep hydrated, (yes Pinnacle players, beer and/or spirits is acceptable fluids).

LET'S GET READY TO FUUMMMBLEEEEE!!

EEk! Rumble, I meant rumble. Drat.

The only thing that really matters is that I am not getting what I want and therefore all of your arguments, (whomever you are, (since you are not the person I'm replying to, but the reader, see?)), are useless and poorly formed. Moreover, you are probably a nincompoop, but I think I'll wait until I see your next post before commiting myself.

Goodness, were we just having a lighthearted conversation until somebody got the tar slapped outta 'em?

Wow.

So... we done having fun now? Back to the arguments then?

Lesse here...um...

Dancing darkly in the graves
he singing songs of terror saves
us all from screaming out
for a new Issue t'come out

We cry at night and hope to see
in the morning a merry scene
of happy trolls and scrappers g-a-y*
and all the things for which we p-r-a-y

But when noon has come all we know
is that the Winter Lord continues to snow
and life resumes its weary course
the players moan and flog the dead horse

You see now why it's better t'be mad
and laugh at all the fun we've had.



*G-a-y, meaning the old definition of being happy and carefree

I'm a crow! Hey, I'm a pill too! I can play!

What's going on? What's a spectator sport? Why is that other guy talking funny? Why is he wearing a red hat? Why doesn't Taser have any eyes? Who is in charge of this place? What are we supposed to do here anyway? When do we know we can start? How do I know when it's my turn? What do I do? How do I start? What time is it now? Is it my turn yet? When do I get a chance to play? What's going on over there? Do you have any candy? I'm hungry, when can we eat? What does yellow taste like? How come you're not in charge? When do we get a chance to go? Can I use a baseball bat if I'm not a baseball player? What are we going to do now? Is it over yet? Can I say something now? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Boy is that bad english.

Holy cow Taser, you better edit that real quick or somebody's going to pounce on you.

No, not me, I can't speak English therefore cannot criticise others who use it, (wait... or was it the other way 'round?), but you've got powerful enemies son, best not to flash 'em a hole in yer defenses, got me?

I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY I7 SUCKS SO BAD?!

What are we paying these Devs for anyway?!

Ye gods, it makes me eyes bleed in sympathic enumeration for the sorrow of the cornfields, blest in the painful future of our minds!

OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!

Plus I really enjoy saying "ZOOOOMMMMMMG" out loud. I think it's hilarious.

Tsk tsk... I don't think you're supposed to post the same thing in two forums my friend.

Of course, having two "general" forums was a goofy idea in the first place, (and one for which I can happily place the blame where it truly lies: ON THE #*@&! PLAYERS

Ahem, pardon me).

So will the Mods delete one? Or will they let it stand in violation of their own precious rules? Oh the horrors of choice!

Singing about the darkness only causes it to grow, spilling light into the very ears of our forefathers the ones that built the edifice we now sacrifice our very souls to in the darkened hours of the night where the stars shine and the air is cool and brisk with the faint taste of sea salt, whisked from the coast and brought to us to inhale one last time before our hearts are pulled from our still beating chest and swallowed by the horrors we spawned daring to hide our sins beneath the earth where they were discovered and made strong. What hope we had is spent in tearful recrimination, the pointng of fingers and laying of blame, goats pulled and sacrificed to ease the conceince of the many who know full well their part in the game is long since overdue and payment has never been rendered. The blackness abounds and the air grows stale, our breath quickens as the blade falls and our blood runs hot down the stone steps into the valley below, to breed a new race of monstrosities more terrible than anything seen before.

Quake for the innocent for their time is at an end, we who were charged with their protection have failed and given them up for the slaughter in our own name, vain hope that we will be spared their agonies in the end and knowing that nothing we say will alter the fact that we are also doomed to suffer even though it is our most carefully hidden desire.

The oceans shiver for us and swallow our minds whole if ever we grant them a chance to take us, screaming and wild with imagined terror borne of the unseen depths of evil that lie within, writhing in torment and aching for the warm flesh of man to ease their painful labor. Nothing we say prevents our descent, nothing we promise prevents us from falling, our doom is set and the only course of action is to flee for a better hope in the northenmost skies, fly upward and true, but the wings are torn stumps, bloody and useless, grounded by our own hands we twist the knife in our gut and laugh maniacly at our own destruction.

Corruption takes us and its warm embrace soothes our aching minds, our soul cringes in disgust as our bodies decay around it, welcoming the end and hopeful for reward, that oblivion brings only release from torment, but lies are the only promise held to and the agonies that awaken us are uncountable and unmentionable. Regret becomes the currency of the new age and tears the drink of the mighty.

It is this time that must be cherished before it is swept up and taken away from us, our hands reaching out for another moment, just an instant more and all will be forgotten, promises of deeds mortals cannot complete are made but to no avail, the reaper comes and blood erupts in fountains of death within us all. We scream for mercy but are answered only with laughter in the darkness, the price we promised long ago has been paid though the debt was not forgiven and the interest payments go on. Life has the final laugh and the gods no longer care to know what man must endure.

Our crumbling world has all but fallen into the darkness of the future, streached out like the strands of a spider's web, bloated and evil with the souls of flies from the dawn of time, and now we stare into the eyes of the damned and wonder what will become of us, once useful and good citizens of a care-free planet thrust into the shadow, stripped of our rainment and shown the true nature of the horror of our minds.

We collapse and cower in fear unknown to no avail, there is no escape, no place to hide, no shield from the mind, it sees all and knows everything there is to imagine for it is us, our greatest enemy, our implacable foe, we dare not destroy it for we destroy ourselves and are cast into the pit for the effort.

Mock us, doomed souls, and know that there your feet shall lead you should you have the courage to open your eyes and see that what is real is imaginary and what is imagined is more terrible than an army of corpses at your feet, grasping with blood-stained hands and desperate moaning voices, hungry for your warm flesh, eager to consume your precious soul.

Run that you might escape your fate and find it all the sooner.

As I know nothing whatsoever about this subject I am the most qualified to speak about it, (in the great tradition of American history):

We need another CCG like we need a hole in the head. Ok, another hole in the head. We have all seen far too many poorly conceived tie-in games to really hold any hope that this one will be anything really interesting.

Why? Because it will spend too much time on the tie-in portion of things, (the characters, the powers, making sure a player of the MMORPG recognizes things, etc), to really bring anything unique to the table. Not that it has to be unique, mind, but there have been several CCGs featuring super heroes and the idea just never takes off.

I think this is partly because of the limitations of the genre - both the CCG genre, (can I say that?), and the super hero genre. What am I, the player of this new CCG, doing? Am I arranging teams of heroes for a massive battle royale? Am I pitting a special squad against a horde of enemies? Will this boil down to a fight of clones, (where each player has the same heroes), or am I very limited in what I can choose to play with?

You cannot be the hero with the sort of CCG I think we shall find - you can only manipulate other heroes. The CCG's that really seem to catch on involve the player in the game, (like Magic, where the player is fighting another player, not using cards to fight other cards, if you see my meaning).

Obviously I have not seen the game. I saw a single card at some point and that's all. I wish the game all the luck in the world, (I'm not a mean idiot), but my cynical side tells me that unless they really put some thought into this thing the COH CCG will just be another half-full box of unsellable booster packs sitting on a game-store's shelf.

We shall see.

EXPOSE HIS SECRET IDENTITY! Top dollar for the Statesman's cape and cowl! Have your photo taken with his smiling face and pick his pocket while he recounts tales of daring do and things of that nature!

*wanders in late and clueless*

WHERE IS ME PUDDIN' CUP?!

*wanders off muttering gibberish*

*whine*

I WISH I HAD FRIENDS!

Of course, the great thing about being mad is you can have all the friends you want and they don't eat anything EXCEPT MR. FRANKO IF YOU DON'T PUT DOWN THAT JELLO CUP I WILL RIP OFF YOUR FACE AND SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT YOU EVIL GIRRAFE-MAN!

Ahem... um, sorry about that. The bad thing about having all the friends you want in a 6x6 room is they're all over the bloody place and trying to pick at your lunch. Excuse me while I murder Fred, the no-legged zombie from Mars... he's drooling over my peas.

For the record though, I don't believe in subsidising entertainment nor harkening back to 'the good old days'. If new technology gives us a better game then let the old ones die a natural death. The fact that board games continue to exist, (and are getting better and better all the time), as well as traditional, (can I use that term?), RPG's tell me that while MMO's may be a good tool for creating interest they are not the grave-marker for an industry, (yet perhaps).

My opinion.

Ahhh... how I love giving my opinion.

Today's lesson is on the outgrowth of lemons in the solitude of your mind.

I feel the best thing to do is to once a aday spring out of the box and jump around like a madman for at least ten minutes. They might try to stop you but if you threaten to bite the first one that comes near they should hold back long enough to give you the time to finish before the tranq gun arrives and nap time ensues.

That's the best time to then use a nonstandard dictionary to learn a new language, perhaps Nonlackonian or something. Just make up the words, it's not like you're ever going to be sane enough for a passport, but you can dream.

I don't think people dream enough. Sometimes I dream of giant towels looming over the landscape and taking over all aspects of military spending, which frightens me no end since I have no real need for a dishwasher at this point in me life. I mean, where would it go? Oh I suppose I could move the kitchen outside and put in a double extension onto the porch, but then what? Where will the dogs graze? Where will the cattle roam? Where will the prarie dogs eat the vegetables of my hated neighbors the evil stonemasons of Qu'tar?

I also think that the color f'dag is really overlooked in today's society. What shall we do with the leftovers, we can't put them in the dishwasher, WE DON'T BLOODY HAVE ONE, DO WE?!

I though as much, you insensitve [censord]. putting things before us and taking all the stuff we won in the auction and selling it to the communists! Well I'll have you know there's one thing you can't take away from me, and that's 'cause it's tattooted right onto me.... OH NO! IT'S GONE!

DAMN YOU FINGLERSNATCHER AMERICANUS! DAMN YOU TO THAT OTHER PLACE! You know, where it snows and the cows are all backwards and strange-like.

Des Moines, I think..

What's an MMO?

Hey, lookit what I found!

*shows off invisible thing*

And it kills people just by thinking, too, watch!

*concentrates briefly*

There. Somebody just died. Cool, huh? I'm gonn do it again!

*sits down and concentrates*

Can't beat it. Have a cookie?

*hides rusty straight razor behind his back and holds out a large cookie*

I saw the video and I want several millions of dollars.

Ok... I lied, I didn't see the video.

But I still want the money.

GIMMIE!

What do I listen to? Hmm....

1) Portishead - Sour Times
2) Lisa Germano - From A Shell
3) Louis Jordan - Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens
4) Squirrel Nut Zippers - La Grippe
5) Scarling - Baby Dracula
6) Brahms - Intermezzo in A minor Op. 76 No. 7
7) Boom Boom Satellites - Dive For You
8) Sirenia - Lithium and a Lover
9) Xteriphonia - Tequila
10) Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade Out)

A fairly good sample actually, I'm all over the map, in more ways than one.

I meant mimes, not mines - oh hellfire.

*asplodes*

Again with the monkies huh? I thought Evil Shadow got rid of them yonks ago?

Oh well. At least we have the breadfruit mines.

*wakes up*

Look ma, no hands!

*dies*

I SHALL TAKE UP THE WAFFLE CHALLENGE!

Hmm... what's the deadline for this silliness again? I do enjoy receiving a "thank you for your submission but if you contact us again our man Guido will pull your legs off" letter.

Evil waffles from beyond find true love in the back-alley coffee shop of the damned! Whoo-hoo! That's good stuff!

TAAAAA-DDDAAAAAHHHH!!!

I'm alive! Oh heck... no I ain't.

*dies*

All I can say is it's a good thing Awry doesn't read the forums or else she might have realized she was being tricked into giving out information that would be broadcast to the world!

Wow. Close shave there, huh?

Amazing stuff.