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Nevermind you're not twelve. You're just weird. What do your dorm mates think of these things?

At 6/15/09 03:18 PM, GenericName54 wrote:

At 6/15/09 03:15 PM, ParadoxSaint wrote: You will never have a girlfriend.

I don't plan on it.

Good to know that you are 12. And you have your confused parent's credit card.

Third world countries or dictatorships are usually known for not being exactly "fair" to all of the people.

Sorry for the double post, but as I was writing that, a new post showed up.

Yes they are sure that it is the H1N1 virus. As they show all the symptoms and signs, and I believe there is a test to see if someone is positive.

At 6/15/09 06:57 PM, portalwarpedJP wrote:

At 6/15/09 06:50 PM, WeHaveFreshCookies wrote:

At 6/15/09 06:45 PM, portalwarpedJP wrote:

At 6/15/09 06:40 PM, WeHaveFreshCookies wrote: It's an official pandemic. It's not deadly, YET. But it still could mutate at any time, which is why they're taking it so seriously.

it isn't pandemic.

Oh really?

i still think that the media is overreacting. as said there, it ONLY reached a few countries and didn't even kill 200 people. it will only be a problem in africa. that's what i think, but the swine flu CAN turn into a pandemic, but in, like, 25 years in the future.

What's this? A triple play of ignorance,illiteracy AND racism? Well played good sir, well played.

You say that it CAN turn into a pandemic. And it already is. You are saying that as if it has to hit some sort of requirement other than it infecting a lot of people and the world health organization saying it is a pandemic.

The "it will only be a problem in africa" is the most retarded thing I have ever heard. That is like saying SARS would be only a problem in China, or that AIDS is only a problem in Africa. With the amount of travel we do it very easily spreads everywhere. Not to mention the fact that you completely ignored the location where the H1N1 virus originated/was most infected (Mexico, fucktard, not Africa).

Not to even pick apart the bastardization of capitalization, punctuation, and grammar in your entire post.

LAND THE FUCKING PLANE IN TOP GUN.

Go on, try it

I thought it was good. Jokes were funny, ending was good, some unexpected comedy things in there.

Mr Chao

How much is the gaming receiver vs. a regular wired controller used or new?

My friend loaded his nerfs with BBs because he is an asshole. And since they have that vulcan thing, i swear to god he could kill someone with it.

You mean the $500 dollar reimbursement for the $300 dollar cash advance you had to sign up for with the 98% interest?

Is it wrong if i pictured it lasering the Statue of Liberty's head off?

Where does his memory cut off though? Just after dinner on break?

If so that would be super weird

I dont know. Sounds like shes a slut. You met her and theatre class about what? 12 hours ago, and she offered to perform sexual favors withing that 12 hours.

Just sayin...

Can you guys please fucking write a quote or synopsis of the article. Im not in the habit of clicking every link to scan for something interesting.

Have to say i like the newer one, sorry Lemonsourkid

100% of threats is also a huge lie. Nothing is 100% especially not with viruses made EVERY second. Also, reading reviews of a product doesn't show that it is best. Honestly, how do you think these people get paid. They probably won't diss one of their sponsers.

Sorry for DP

Ive seen antivirus software pick up things like keygens for no reason. Some of them have some sort of file, as well as cracks, that it finds unsafe.

Fucking knees. They just look like ugly protrusions that look like shit compared to the rest of the leg. Like a row of nice flowers then a dead cat.

At the end you have to build fireplaces and beds. For the ultimate end, the pyre of the true heroes: Sims

Hmm, i dont know many similar. I remember stumbling upon something where you could put songs you liked in and it would recommend a band for you, but i do not remember the name. Anyone remember this?

Dome
I'm walking down a rain slicked street barely illuminated by dying street lights. I see headlights brighten ahead of me. It's a black limousine, but accelerating much too quickly. My legs tense in preparation to run as it passes. An orange yellow bag flies out of the window as the car speeds by splashing me on the way. "At least it's not cold out" I mumbled to myself as I picked up the bag and continued to my apartment.
My name is James Sheppard. I'm about 6'0 tall, medium build and what they call a runner. We are a group of people mostly teenagers who deliver newspapers and other media to the people of America. The media is from outside the country. The world was supposedly destroyed in a nuclear fire fifty years ago, that's why it's so important that we spread the truth.
The new America is covered in a dome to protect from attacks. New York has about an eighth of the land mass and population now. That means we are always on the very edge of the dome. There is quite a bit of security around it as much to keep in as to keep out.
I flick on the light in my apartment and grab a slice of pizza off the table. I'm only 16 and I live away from home. My roommate and best friend, Marcus calls out from the living room. I walk in and throw the damp bag on the chair and take a seat beside Marcus. "Looks like tomorrow is going to be a busy day" Marcus says with a resigned few hours of television I pass out on the couch.
I wake up the next day and the morning passes like normal. At noon Marcus and I head out for a newsstand that sells our newspapers in the lock. Walking into the newsstand was like walking into a crypt, a dark foreboding silence pressed in from the walls like a smothering cloud. There was no bustle in the newsstand today. Something more sinister had taken its place.
"Some men came into today" said Paul with a worried look on his face. "They took your papers out and asked who you were." My eyes slanted downward at the official government approved newspapers. There was a smug smile on the face of our leader. "They roughed up John pretty bad and trashed a bit of the shop". His eyes were glassy and tears slid down his pudgy face and getting caught in his messy beard. I gave him the newspaper still silent. His hand collected them as if he was touching something unpleasant. As I walked out I muttered "they'll pay".
Marcus was waiting in the car when I came out, violently pulling the old sedan's door open, He didn't ask what happened. "We have to leave" I said. "Are you crazy? Nobody just takes a vacation out of the dome, you need a reason to go to the airport anyways, and they won't just let you leave" he said, too quickly for his breath to catch up. "I'm not talking about going to another dome" I said, on the verge of yelling. Marcus gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. "Nobody has ever escaped from the dome" he said, through clenched teeth. "We know there are other places out there for us to go to. America can't be the only surviving country"."How do you even expect us to leave?" He asked angrily. "The Spire" I exclaimed quietly.
The Spire was the tallest building in the dome, almost touching the exit hole for planes and helicopters. It was also the government headquarters for the entire eastern seaboard.
"You're insane" said Marcus with a smile. He had realized suddenly that I could not be persuaded out of it, and that I had a plan. "How will we do it?" he asked. "We walk in the front door. Ride the elevator to the top and take a helicopter". "The helicopters are through the barracks. Are we going to fight through them with our hands?" I stopped for a moment, pondering that last sentence. "Yes, yes we will". Marcus shook his head and repeated the statement about my mental health.
That night, after an entire day of preparations, we walked through the front doors of the metal-and-glass monolith of the Spire.
A single receptionist was sitting behind a sleek, steel desk, "Business hours are almost over, do try and be quick" she said in a monotone voice as we entered the elevator and hit floor fifty-one. We were silent with nervous anticipation of the coming moments. Marcus was in visible disbelief.
The elevator stopped and we walked out, trying to look at least semi-important. In our grubby street clothes, it was difficult to pull off. We walked down a hallway with bright, unnatural light bathing sleek, grey floors and tinted-glass offices. There was no sound besides our footfalls, echoing down the empty hall. We approached a heavy, grey door. Painted on it in black letters was one word-Barracks. "Ready, Marcus?" I asked nervously. Before he could answer I kicked the door down.
As the initial adrenaline rush from smashing the door reached its peak, a single guard entered the foyer we had kicked an unlocked door into. Marcus and I ran at him, still excited. I clothes lined him as we ran by. We flew through the open door behind him and into the main hallway. There was the noise and feel of many people living here. There was also the sound of many firearms being readied. "The car" I mumbled.
The car, of course. We discussed our secret plan in the car of a suspected runner without fear. Big mistake. There was no way it hadn't been wired. This would explain the readiness of the hundred-plus people inside the barracks.
Glass windows exploded around us in a shower of bullets as we bolted as fast as we could to the end of the hall. Until a door on the other side burst open and two armed men walked through. The only thing that saved us was Marcus' clumsiness. As he slid to stop and turn, he fell sideways, knocked me into a hallway and open door I didn't know existed. As I hit the floor I quickly scrambled to close and lock the door.
I looked around quickly for some way to get us out, looking around I noticed the room was for a janitor. I also noticed our chance to escape.
The guards outside the door scattered as a ride-on floor-waxer raced over a second smash door into the hall and raced at a desperate speed to the roof, smashing that door as well. There was only one helicopter. I climbed in and flicked switches. Luckily we took off flying towards the exit. We almost made it if it weren't for an involuntary jerk as I saw another helicopter behind.
The rotor blades snapped and slammed into the edges of the hole. We spun around just barely in open air. Luckily, we both bailed at the same time. Unluckily, Marcus' side was above the open ground, clear of the domes outside wall. "No!" I cried as his final, desperate tumble escaped from my vision. I hit the ground after sliding down the dome for nearly an hour. At the bottom were two photos, obviously left for me. One was of our president, the other of the still living Chinese president. They were extremely alike, except for slightly skewed features. I looked around, almost refusing to believe the proof. I saw nothing, just a barren desert of deserted, burnt buildings and scorched trees. It was then I realized. There was no outside of the dome. Nothing but us. I had left that behind. It has only ever been us.
I guess its still on an island, although they are more trapped by the dome than the island

Well, i guess you could replace the ramen with cheap lettuce, cheap meat, and possibly cheap dairy, and he would get the recommended amount of everything wouldnt he? While keeping the food bill under like 50$

I have no doubt that his music is better than my 3 second loop.

I am making fun of him though because i dont like his music in general. And the fact that he is complaining about his 17 cents

Also, before you go "You guys don't know quality, you've never made music, i look like a whiny 12 year old in my picture blah blah blah"

Look at my one song, you know the one that was in a flash game with 130 000 views.

"Good" to you is shit to us. Go die

How about we talk about GETTING THE FUCKING THING OUT, and not a replacement, you fucking derailed the whole thread

Sorry for double-post
small but what i want
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Hey thanks for the sig, but can i have a character from GOW doing the chainsawing, like Cole.

Gears of War btw, and possibly the Logo. Sorry for not being specific at all in the last post

At 6/10/09 06:13 PM, Eriklt14 wrote: I call bullshit on this! I met him at pax last year and he's tall but not 7' 3''...

Here comes Constable Cockfarts...

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