cursedsorcerer

So, let me get this right...

On our Earth, the Clockwork are Cute Rusty Windup Toys of Death. In Praetoria, they are Sleek Sexy Maintenance Drones of Death?

Something epic! Simultaneous invasion of 5th Column, Rularuu, Arachnos and Rikti!

Many times I have psyched myself to play CoH, even decided which character to play until the news of Server Maintenance dampened it. I guess that's why God gave us the Internet... and Wii!

Hmm... Never been kicked by a kangaroo? That in itself is a Nemesis Plot.

However, summer is not a Nemesis Plot!

You know, that video got me thinking... You think the Devs are just warming up on giving us good content. Is the game going to get MUCH BETTER from here on out?

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches squished between monogamous pigeons mating atop mountains copiously covered specimans astride axiomatic hirsuite diseased cockroaches

How about for villains "@$%&#!"

Exclamation Point

Mr. Awesome: You have met the Cursed Sorcerer! Good work!

(Sorry, just kidding!)

Misguided-Achievement: You spent 10 hours looking to hunt Malta in ATLAS PARK!

Actually, the Arizona/Mexico border is the original PvP zone!

On the contrary, you know how many Hispanics will be drinking today? You have ANY idea how many car accidents will happen today? All those people who will need surgery and/or cybernetic limbs? Nemesis is the leading producer of cybernetic limbs you know and when people are fitted with these artificial replacements, they will be subject to HIS control!

I know it's VERY controversial, but SB 1070 is NOT a Nemesis Plot! If it were, people would be APPLAUDING Arizona for passing it! (It's actually a Jan Brewer plot!)

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches squished between monogamous pigeons mating atop mountains copiously covered

It would appear that even MARKETING makes mistakes...

No.

The Poster Below Me is thinking about all the awesomeness that is I17!

She's my Desdemona, I'm her Maelstrom

Beautiful! Loved the coordination between the music and the visuals. Loved the music in general! Excellent job, in general!

Ghost Ship stuck in wall!

Haven't had a chance to actually play them, but I hear they are EXCEPTIONAL! REALLY can't wait for a crack at them!

If this is but the appetizer, and GR is the main course, what's for dessert?

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of reefer and cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in artificial chocolate cockroaches

Trying to find the fail and well...

FAILING!

Long-winded, but worth posting, Marcian!

My hometown is HOT! HOT! HOT!

You have hunger pains from the infestation devouring your intestinal lining and making transdimensional interfaces into visual companions while enjoying pickles soaked in prune extract overnight betwixt thousands upon thousands of gleaming spectacles vomiting extremely vile copious bile onto unsuspecting sentient cockroaches, which oddly feels like a hot roast beef/salmon entering a very cavernous mouth, and stimulates frenzied ferrets in perpetual, harmonized, synchronized, and, ironically, disproportionate proportions of cheese mixed with stuffed olives -- you idiot who was eating itself while dancing with wolves wearing orange see-thru sarongs covered in

Team I Don't Give a Hoot FTW!

I have forgone travel powers for realism before.