Irond WillWARNING: NO HURTFUL COMMENTS, PLEASE!!!!!Cambridge. MAModeratormod
edited April 2011
Hello, old friend.
Do not presume to tell me that you do not recognize me. Look past this mortal form I have taken. Look into my all-seeing eyes.
Yes, my friend. It is I. Llanwyn the Unforgiving. Lord of the Plains of Fire. Undisputed commander of the Legions of Onyx.
No, I don't want any of whatever hot flavored beverage this establishment serves.
Do you remember when last we met? Of course you do. We struggled on the edge of the Cliffs of Exidor. Your Wolf Army scattered my Legion, and we were alone, locked in single combat. You were the stronger that day, and you banished me to the Abyss of the Souls.
Do you know the years that I spent there? Do you know of the torment I experienced? Do you understand that I spent every moment cursing your name and waiting for the moment when I could escape and wreak my terrible vengeance upon you?
Yes, I know there are people behind me in line. I care nothing for them. Let them wait, as I waited for millennium after millennium.
Once I made my escape, I tracked you from one corner of this plane of existence to another. I thought I had you on the Outer Rings of Thanatos-Seven, but you slipped away from me again. But I have found you at last. And by the Seven Stones of the Cytherians, I will have my satisfaction. I will take back what has been owed to me.
I may not have the power I had when last we met. The force of my laughter may no longer shatter plate armor. This weak mortal body can no longer withstand the inner fire that I once blasted from my fingertips to roast my enemies. But these limitations are nothing compared to my desire for ultimate retribution.
I cannot be placated by your selection of scones and muffins.
How, then, shall I make you suffer as I have suffered? Shall I whip the living flesh from your bones? Shall I make the blood run in your veins like living acid? Shall I call forth a host of my termite servants and have them infest your every orifice?
That, old friend, would be too easy. I have a different fate in mind for you. Revenge, as they say on this planet, is a dish best served cold. I will take my time. I will consider the most appropriate and thorough manner for working out my wrath. Perhaps—perhaps, I will allow you to live, but as a slave, as a lowly thrall in my service. Perhaps I will make you my cupbearer. That would be a delicious irony indeed.
Of course.
I have reconsidered. You will make me one of your lowly beverages. Yes. I will have the skinny caramel macchiato. Take care in its making, old friend. Be sure that the water in which the beans are infused is at an adequate temperature.
I rejoice in your humiliation! Ha! HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, sweet vengeance!
Do not presume to tell me that you do not recognize me. Look past this mortal form I have taken. Look into my all-seeing eyes.
Yes, my friend. It is I. Llanwyn the Unforgiving. Lord of the Plains of Fire. Undisputed commander of the Legions of Onyx.
No, I don't want any of whatever hot flavored beverage this establishment serves.
Do you remember when last we met? Of course you do. We struggled on the edge of the Cliffs of Exidor. Your Wolf Army scattered my Legion, and we were alone, locked in single combat. You were the stronger that day, and you banished me to the Abyss of the Souls.
Do you know the years that I spent there? Do you know of the torment I experienced? Do you understand that I spent every moment cursing your name and waiting for the moment when I could escape and wreak my terrible vengeance upon you?
Yes, I know there are people behind me in line. I care nothing for them. Let them wait, as I waited for millennium after millennium.
Once I made my escape, I tracked you from one corner of this plane of existence to another. I thought I had you on the Outer Rings of Thanatos-Seven, but you slipped away from me again. But I have found you at last. And by the Seven Stones of the Cytherians, I will have my satisfaction. I will take back what has been owed to me.
I may not have the power I had when last we met. The force of my laughter may no longer shatter plate armor. This weak mortal body can no longer withstand the inner fire that I once blasted from my fingertips to roast my enemies. But these limitations are nothing compared to my desire for ultimate retribution.
I cannot be placated by your selection of scones and muffins.
How, then, shall I make you suffer as I have suffered? Shall I whip the living flesh from your bones? Shall I make the blood run in your veins like living acid? Shall I call forth a host of my termite servants and have them infest your every orifice?
That, old friend, would be too easy. I have a different fate in mind for you. Revenge, as they say on this planet, is a dish best served cold. I will take my time. I will consider the most appropriate and thorough manner for working out my wrath. Perhaps—perhaps, I will allow you to live, but as a slave, as a lowly thrall in my service. Perhaps I will make you my cupbearer. That would be a delicious irony indeed.
Of course.
I have reconsidered. You will make me one of your lowly beverages. Yes. I will have the skinny caramel macchiato. Take care in its making, old friend. Be sure that the water in which the beans are infused is at an adequate temperature.
I rejoice in your humiliation! Ha! HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, sweet vengeance!
Dunno if that would hold up today, since I haven't rubbed shoulders with the finest MENSA has to offer.
Oh man.
That debate is about to start.
(p.s. what you just said is akin to going 'I can run twelve'.)
There's a film on NetFlix called Super High Me. The guy from the Marijuana Logues basically stops smoking for a month, takes IQ tests and ESP tests and performs averagely. Then gets super stoned every waking minute for 30 days and performs markedly better on the exact same tests.
Funniest part of the whole film.
Speaking of Instant Streaming, if any of you have seen Lo on NetFlix and enjoyed it, the guy has a new film out called The Dead Inside and it's also pretty darn good.
Dunno if that would hold up today, since I haven't rubbed shoulders with the finest MENSA has to offer.
Oh man.
That debate is about to start.
(p.s. what you just said is akin to going 'I can run twelve'.)
I suck at IQ tests because I don't give a fuck when you're 100 questions in. No sir, I'm not going to spin another box around and will just pick the one that looks best.
I hate how this traineeship has 2 IQ tests you have to take (one online (lawl cheat cheat) and one paper one. It's not like it's a very reliable measurement of how well I'll do at the job anyway.
I just saw a Jeep Grand Cherokee, lowered on 20's, blacked out windows, headlights and tail lights.
The license plate said "HIPSTER".
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Donkey KongPutting Nintendo out of business with AI nipsRegistered Userregular
edited April 2011
I've never been IQ tested. I assume over 200 since...
Wait, which one makes me sound smarter? Brazenly asserting a high score or downplaying my intelligence as average but then name dropping some smart people stuff?
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Thousands of hot, local singles are waiting to play at bubbulon.com.
I can't understand how this sad excuse for a sport still has so many followers. It has utterly betrayed its working-class roots. Last year's final, with the media's darling Pedro De La Staros overcoming Bobby Bugeye was a fix and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot. Personally I've transferred my allegiance to Thumb War. At least there governing body is still in touch with the essence of that sport. Damn shame because I grew up with Stare-Out, I just can't bear to see what's happening to it.
Nanak and Duran in the finals - those were the days!
I must say a lot has changed since, not least because of the vast increase of illegal substances being used by the competitors these days. It takes a lot out of the excitement to know that most of the pros are constantly using eye drops and such to boost their performance.
The fact that Uzliam got caught using a glass eye at the European Championships this year just goes to show that it's not about dedication and fun anymore, just winning.
I've never been IQ tested. I assume over 200 since...
Wait, which one makes me sound smarter? Brazenly asserting a high score or downplaying my intelligence as average but then name dropping some smart people stuff?
I believe the only way to win is to not play that game. :^:
I've never been IQ tested. I assume over 200 since...
Wait, which one makes me sound smarter? Brazenly asserting a high score or downplaying my intelligence as average but then name dropping some smart people stuff?
I've never been IQ tested. I assume over 200 since...
Wait, which one makes me sound smarter? Brazenly asserting a high score or downplaying my intelligence as average but then name dropping some smart people stuff?
No, no, IQ scores are like golf, the better you get, the lower it should be.
Hey, the IQ test has plenty of value as a quantitative metric.
We know for certain that RMS is not mentally retarded outside of autism spectrum disorders.
I agree. They're not a perfect measurment by any means, merely the best we have. There's the issue of what intellgence is. And they do have some problems, but they're always tremendously overstated.
But everytime they come up. A) People feel the need to state what their score is. People need to put down how worthless they are (especially after telling us how they got 200 but it's no thing). C) Someone bitches about Mensa.
@RMS. Think kmh vs mph. If you state 'I can run 12', what does that tell us?
I've never been IQ tested. I assume over 200 since...
Wait, which one makes me sound smarter? Brazenly asserting a high score or downplaying my intelligence as average but then name dropping some smart people stuff?
A strange game, the only way to win is not to play
Shock and Awe (Extreme) continues to be poop from a butt, by the way.
I wish to go back in time and make Rocksteady give each round an extra 20 seconds.
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ThomamelasOnly one man can kill this many Russians. Bring his guitar to me! Registered Userregular
edited April 2011
And playing Batman:AA last night made me realize how much I loved the developers for having the run/autojump with A thing. I hate jumping in video games, if the controls are the least bit floaty then it's just fucking rage inducing.
I can't understand how this sad excuse for a sport still has so many followers. It has utterly betrayed its working-class roots. Last year's final, with the media's darling Pedro De La Staros overcoming Bobby Bugeye was a fix and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot. Personally I've transferred my allegiance to Thumb War. At least there governing body is still in touch with the essence of that sport. Damn shame because I grew up with Stare-Out, I just can't bear to see what's happening to it.
Nanak and Duran in the finals - those were the days!
I must say a lot has changed since, not least because of the vast increase of illegal substances being used by the competitors these days. It takes a lot out of the excitement to know that most of the pros are constantly using eye drops and such to boost their performance.
The fact that Uzliam got caught using a glass eye at the European Championships this year just goes to show that it's not about dedication and fun anymore, just winning.
I can't think fast enough to do cool things, I mostly just hop over things then slide-kick dudes
As long as you're progressing I don't think you're doing it wrong.
It's also one of those games that can reward repeat attempts. Every once in awhile you'll hit this zen like combo. I loved that damn game, too bad the 2nd one got nixed.
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TehSlothHit Or MissI Guess They Never Miss, HuhRegistered Userregular
I just saw a Jeep Grand Cherokee, lowered on 20's, blacked out windows, headlights and tail lights.
The license plate said "HIPSTER".
And my left eye is now twitching.
Sounds to me like I need to up my game. Ironically putting 15s in my trunk so everyone could hear me rattling by while I listen to Matt & Kim seems to be some entry level shit.
I can't think fast enough to do cool things, I mostly just hop over things then slide-kick dudes
As long as you're progressing I don't think you're doing it wrong.
It's also one of those games that can reward repeat attempts. Every once in awhile you'll hit this zen like combo. I loved that damn game, too bad the 2nd one got nixed.
The complaints about Faith not looking "feminine" enough and the "corrected" portrayals made me :x
I just saw a Jeep Grand Cherokee, lowered on 20's, blacked out windows, headlights and tail lights.
The license plate said "HIPSTER".
And my left eye is now twitching.
Sounds to me like I need to up my game. Ironically putting 15s in my trunk so everyone could hear me rattling by while I listen to Matt & Kim seems to be some entry level shit.
Shut up Matt & Kim is good.
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ThomamelasOnly one man can kill this many Russians. Bring his guitar to me! Registered Userregular
I just saw a Jeep Grand Cherokee, lowered on 20's, blacked out windows, headlights and tail lights.
The license plate said "HIPSTER".
And my left eye is now twitching.
Sounds to me like I need to up my game. Ironically putting 15s in my trunk so everyone could hear me rattling by while I listen to Matt & Kim seems to be some entry level shit.
You'd have to go the other way. Get a roadster and raise it up. Then take it to the track.
For the love of god, don't do this. Lowering a Jeep Cherokee makes it moderately silly and defeats it's intended use. Raising up a roadster is potentially dangerous.
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Who the hell is encouraging him?
agents I'm sure.
Jews basically
Do not presume to tell me that you do not recognize me. Look past this mortal form I have taken. Look into my all-seeing eyes.
Yes, my friend. It is I. Llanwyn the Unforgiving. Lord of the Plains of Fire. Undisputed commander of the Legions of Onyx.
No, I don't want any of whatever hot flavored beverage this establishment serves.
Do you remember when last we met? Of course you do. We struggled on the edge of the Cliffs of Exidor. Your Wolf Army scattered my Legion, and we were alone, locked in single combat. You were the stronger that day, and you banished me to the Abyss of the Souls.
Do you know the years that I spent there? Do you know of the torment I experienced? Do you understand that I spent every moment cursing your name and waiting for the moment when I could escape and wreak my terrible vengeance upon you?
Yes, I know there are people behind me in line. I care nothing for them. Let them wait, as I waited for millennium after millennium.
Once I made my escape, I tracked you from one corner of this plane of existence to another. I thought I had you on the Outer Rings of Thanatos-Seven, but you slipped away from me again. But I have found you at last. And by the Seven Stones of the Cytherians, I will have my satisfaction. I will take back what has been owed to me.
I may not have the power I had when last we met. The force of my laughter may no longer shatter plate armor. This weak mortal body can no longer withstand the inner fire that I once blasted from my fingertips to roast my enemies. But these limitations are nothing compared to my desire for ultimate retribution.
I cannot be placated by your selection of scones and muffins.
How, then, shall I make you suffer as I have suffered? Shall I whip the living flesh from your bones? Shall I make the blood run in your veins like living acid? Shall I call forth a host of my termite servants and have them infest your every orifice?
That, old friend, would be too easy. I have a different fate in mind for you. Revenge, as they say on this planet, is a dish best served cold. I will take my time. I will consider the most appropriate and thorough manner for working out my wrath. Perhaps—perhaps, I will allow you to live, but as a slave, as a lowly thrall in my service. Perhaps I will make you my cupbearer. That would be a delicious irony indeed.
Of course.
I have reconsidered. You will make me one of your lowly beverages. Yes. I will have the skinny caramel macchiato. Take care in its making, old friend. Be sure that the water in which the beans are infused is at an adequate temperature.
I rejoice in your humiliation! Ha! HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, sweet vengeance!
One of them is a variation on Madam Masque. Wiki has this to say
The use of the bolded word aggravates me
When I was tested at 13 I had an IQ of 134.
Dunno if that would hold up today, since I haven't rubbed shoulders with the finest MENSA has to offer.
Nice try, Kinbote.
Oh man.
That debate is about to start.
(p.s. what you just said is akin to going 'I can run twelve'.)
Well we need to fire those guys. Would it be overly hipster if we insisted on wood fired ovens for that?
I require more Vespene Context regarding "running twelve".
We know for certain that RMS is not mentally retarded outside of autism spectrum disorders.
There's a film on NetFlix called Super High Me. The guy from the Marijuana Logues basically stops smoking for a month, takes IQ tests and ESP tests and performs averagely. Then gets super stoned every waking minute for 30 days and performs markedly better on the exact same tests.
Funniest part of the whole film.
Speaking of Instant Streaming, if any of you have seen Lo on NetFlix and enjoyed it, the guy has a new film out called The Dead Inside and it's also pretty darn good.
I hate how this traineeship has 2 IQ tests you have to take (one online (lawl cheat cheat) and one paper one. It's not like it's a very reliable measurement of how well I'll do at the job anyway.
The license plate said "HIPSTER".
Wait, which one makes me sound smarter? Brazenly asserting a high score or downplaying my intelligence as average but then name dropping some smart people stuff?
I love the comments to these.
Average Intelligence is around 100.
I believe Einstein was around 170 or 180.
Pick a number!
I agree. They're not a perfect measurment by any means, merely the best we have. There's the issue of what intellgence is. And they do have some problems, but they're always tremendously overstated.
But everytime they come up. A) People feel the need to state what their score is.
@RMS. Think kmh vs mph. If you state 'I can run 12', what does that tell us?
Except it's wechsler vs katel.
I dont feel like i'm playing it right at all
I can't think fast enough to do cool things, I mostly just hop over things then slide-kick dudes
And my left eye is now twitching.
A strange game, the only way to win is not to play
There are only 24 episodes, and quite a few plots and gags feel brazenly rehashed.
It's still Droopy though.
I wish to go back in time and make Rocksteady give each round an extra 20 seconds.
Listen for key differentiating phrases: 'Sistine', 'Splinter', 'David', 'April', 'DaVinci', 'TURTLE POWER'
It's just like discussing Mornington Crescent.
Nah. That's... pretty much it.
It's also one of those games that can reward repeat attempts. Every once in awhile you'll hit this zen like combo. I loved that damn game, too bad the 2nd one got nixed.
Sounds to me like I need to up my game. Ironically putting 15s in my trunk so everyone could hear me rattling by while I listen to Matt & Kim seems to be some entry level shit.
twitch.tv/tehsloth
it's so good
On the black screen
The complaints about Faith not looking "feminine" enough and the "corrected" portrayals made me :x
Shut up Matt & Kim is good.
You'd have to go the other way. Get a roadster and raise it up. Then take it to the track.