At 11/2/09 02:37 PM, EagleRock wrote:

At 11/2/09 12:37 PM, Coop83 wrote: Looks like I'm still about here. Holy crap, EagleRock used his powers to overcome byteslinger?! That's incredible.

What can I say? Without Slash around here to steal the limelight, I'm one of the top runners again. :-)

Glad to see it - just don't get passing me for B/P any time soon ;)

I know that my position might be more stern and less forgiving than others here, but if things like this happen again, I am not expecting the moderators to be so lenient. We have been warned and should be seen to take action.

I agree. My position is always risk-averse when it comes to these things as well. I'm encouraging all Barracks members to check out the latest info I provided in the Barracks regarding this. I don't believe it requires anything disciplinary towards our members, but it does require getting some things out in the open.

Perhaps we'll have to get a Google Wave sorted for it :P

To change topics, let's talk about what I wanted to address yesterday

The Yankees winning the World Series?

Oh, wait... we've still got about another 32 hours to go :P

At 11/2/09 10:50 AM, Sonofkirk wrote: On the other side, I'm letting Fro on the list and he has no choice :D. The same goes for milinko and Soapbubble, I PMed them telling them about the inactivity and I'll do what they like the more. Enjoy the update :).

*leaving

Thanks for the update - still a shame to see Fro taking a breather, but if that's what he's got to do, then so be it.

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3 ) 2278 | 352 / 371 | 094.88% || 003 | 00 / 19 | 000.00% Fro

Still relatively little breathing space, but by this time next week, I'll have over 2,500 points, which is nice.

*All Requests Completed:
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Times change, but new members flock to the banner and give us their all. Thanks chaps.

Of course, that means I've now managed to be the last person on here from day 1 of the new RRC to stick at 100%. I'm struggling to believe that, personally.

At 11/3/09 11:16 AM, EternitySpent wrote: Also what bothered me most about the comment didn't actually have anything to do with that anyway. It was more that this announcer, supposedly an expert to inform us about the game, couldn't even name one of the Braves starters of the 90s; a pitching staff that may have been one of the best OF ALL TIME, certainly the most iconic of my generation.

Well, Rick Suttcliffe seems to have been a pretty good pitcher in his time and he was still playing when the 1992 World Series was taking place. In my experience, commentators may speculate a little, but then get the guys in the truck to get the information they want.

I think he was referring to Maddux / Smolz / Glavine, to be honest.

Additionally, I seem to recall someone predicting the Yankees to take it in 6, just saying. Though I hope I'm wrong, the Phillies are kind of growing on me - I don't know if it's the underdog effect, or if I just dislike the Yanks that much or what, but Pettite on short rest - who knows how it will go.

Well, laud thy prediction after it's come true, not before ;)

Also, Chase Utley. Reggie who?

He's had the Yanks' number this World Series. Hopefully, we can shut him down tomorrow and set a good foundation for #27

At 11/3/09 08:25 AM, TomFulp wrote: ReNaeNae has proven unstoppable once again, this year with two pumpkins instead of one! After checking out these entries, be sure to have a look at the Behemoth Halloween contest, with lots of amazing pumpkins and costumes you won't find in this thread.

Incredible artistry there. I almost feel sorry for the competition, as it seems that people are just going to have to raise their game next year, in order to prevent a three-peat.

Coop prepares to go for a run, while congratulating:
JKMonkey: 9,000 Posts
Aci6: Captain; 14,000 B/P
Fion: 12,000 Experience; 12,000 B/P; Top 400 B/P; 10.00 Total Voting Power

Okay, so we lost game 5 of the World Series and I get a proper night's sleep tonight, before game 6 on Wednesday Night. Hopefully, we can win it all then.

I'm off to play some Blood Bowl, then this run :)

At 11/2/09 02:42 PM, EagleRock wrote:

At 11/2/09 03:57 AM, Coop83 wrote: Yeah, this was kind of how I felt in 2004. I know 1 strike is closer than 1 win, but to throw a series away from 3-0 up against your biggest foe still stings.

MUST you keep bringing that up?? :-P

I'm hoping to go a long way towards exorcising the ghosts of that series tomorrow night ;)

He's proven that he can hit in pressure situations and he's looking dangerous at the moment. He's done it all, including getting hit by a pitch 3 times in 2 nights. What the hell was that umpiring farce about last night? I thought that they warned the benches when A-Rod got drilled and as a result, when Lidge hit Tex, I thought he was out of there for sure.

Yeah, but i still think that second hit was unintentional. Fishy, maybe, but I doubt it was on purpose. Even Girardi didn't bother to argue it.

Saying the Phils didn't intend to hit a batter (especially Blanton's offering that found A-Rod's shoulder) is like saying the Yankees don't intend to win the Championship.

However, I think AJ Burnett is probably the best pitcher to go up against him at this point. When Burnett is in the zone, he's damn near unhittable. When he sucks, though, he SUCKS.

And he would have pitched like the latter, last night.

At 11/2/09 11:18 PM, EternitySpent wrote:

At 11/2/09 10:20 PM, MultiCanimefan wrote: You know what, Burnett, now that you've pitched ike it, go play golf until Spring.

It's not Burnett's fault, it's Girardi's for continuously rolling his starters on short rest, eventually it's going to backfire. Particularly when you are up 3-1 in the series.

I'd rather lose game 5 when we're in the driving seat with this tactic, than if we were tied at 2 before. It was worth a roll of the dice, but personally, I feel that we should go with Gaudin for this next start - I'm not sure I trust Pettitte on short rest.

Speaking of which, some more announcer douchebaggery tonight. The incident that stood out this time was when they were commenting on how the Yankees have only utilized 3 starters this post-season, and they give the tidbit of information that the Atlanta Braves of the 90's were the last team to only use 3 starters in the playoffs. The colour commentator was like: "I don't know who those guys were, but they didn't win..."

I was just like... are you fucking serious?

Maddux. Smoltz. Glavine.

Actually, you're wrong. It was Smoltz, Glavine and Steve Avery. Greg Maddux didn't join the Braves until 1993.

I guess It's understandable that he didn't know what he was talking about, it's not like they're potential hall of famers or anything. Learn something about the fucking game before you condescendingly expound your faggotry on national... international television.

When you're colour commentating on International television and you're not sure, it's always best to let the guys in the truck with Google look it up first ;)

At 11/3/09 12:15 AM, phileeguy wrote: Interesting that the new Yankee stadium will see a Champion crowned on their field in it's first year of play.

A good point - we've seen a lot of firsts in that ball park this year. A World Championship for us would kind of be the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately I didn't think the Phils would be the team, and I still don't. Although they've been the best road team in the major league this year and they've already won 3 of 5 of the games they've played there, I don't see them winning 2 in a row.

Regardless of whether or not you do, you're very worthy champions of the National League. Bearing in mind that I've only really been watching the World Series since 1999, this is the best one that I've seen and it's certainly been entertaining.

They've got to have so many things go right for them, and they need to pray that using Pettitte and then Sabathia successively - both of whom are on 3 days rest - works out in the Phils favor.

I can't personally see that happening, but that could be me just having wishful thinking. Tex and Cano have been quiet, when it comes to the bats, so perhaps it's their turns to break out?

At 10/31/09 08:08 PM, EagleRock wrote:

At 10/31/09 07:04 PM, Coop83 wrote: I just hope Andy Pettitte can do the same to the Phillies hitters tonight :P

Stupid rain delays. Why can't they ban rain from baseball?

It's nowhere near as bad as Cricket - we invented a game that can only be played in the sunshine, in a country where 58% of the summer, it rains.

Still, it was worth the wait... as was game 4. Now to crown the glory :D

At 11/1/09 11:54 AM, Lizzardis wrote: Barracks Roster 1st November 2009

Than ks for the update, Lizz. Great work.

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Ooh, less than 10k to Phantom. It's on!

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Looks like I'm still about here. Holy crap, EagleRock used his powers to overcome byteslinger?! That's incredible.

At 11/1/09 05:40 PM, EagleRock wrote:

At 11/1/09 03:14 PM, Malachy wrote: As apparent by the OP's reaction to your posts, this is precisely why you shouldn't be twats in other threads. You really shouldn't even post a reply unless you are trying to be helpful and are at least offering a link to where you believe the user should have gone first.

I agree. I'm not too happy that either of these people spoke for the Barracks in an unofficial manner, and more helpful posts could have been provided to the user.

Perhaps we could use a more stern approach towards these vagrants?

I'll let EagleRock decide on what to do with toiletpaper and porkchop.

I'm aware of the comments regarding this, but as they do not speak for us, perhaps our best policy would be to distance ourselves from them. I know that you have already done this to a certain extent, but we could use an official stance on this.

I know that my position might be more stern and less forgiving than others here, but if things like this happen again, I am not expecting the moderators to be so lenient. We have been warned and should be seen to take action.

Rather tired, Coop almost forgets to congratulate:
Kaytee: General; 10.00 Total Voting Power
BahamutClock: Level 34
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JKMonkey: Level 23; Corporal
Malachy: 16th Highest Poster - I'm up to 43rd, myself
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Thank you to:
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reverend

At 11/1/09 07:21 AM, Haggard wrote: Nice, yesterday's [oo]-spam gave me a nice 18 blam points. I wished I could have stayed awake longer, though. ^^

It died down soon afterwards - not really a classic spam attack, to be honest, more of a blip. I only managed 20 points from that, so it will look good come the next Blammers update :P

At 11/1/09 09:20 AM, Bahamut wrote:

At 11/1/09 07:13 AM, Coop83 wrote:

At 10/31/09 05:10 PM, Bahamut wrote: I'm so fucking excited for this!

So, I was too busy watching the baseball last night... perhaps tonight... no, there's baseball. Monday is baseball and Tuesday I'm at friends, but we'll see.

More Futurama references? Fuck, I'm starting to forget things. I blame myself watching horrible Simpsons episodes again.

That wasn't a Futurama Episode reference at all. I was being serious, because my schedule is packed. Game 5 tonight and I'm starting to feel the effects of burning the candle at both ends. Of course, the USA going to Daylight Savings hasn't helped, as now the games finish around 5am, as opposed to 4am

Save that for the Poozy haters.

Already saved, my good man.

Say, has Poozy seen that video yet?

I'm sure he has - it was to do with something that he takes great passion in - cranes and American Sports.

At 11/1/09 12:44 PM, reverend wrote:

At 11/1/09 07:13 AM, Coop83 wrote: And we got some good hitters going, to boot. A-Rod's 2-run Homer started it, thanks to our friends in the Instant Replay booth in... New York, and then Swish and Godzilla's homers left no doubt at all.

Sadly I dozed off and missed the game and it was a good thing too, apparently. Ha!
I was nice for Alex to show up to the game. I knew if Hamels struggled then it wouldn't take much for the Yanks to capitalize on it.

And last night was a nail biter as well. Melky came up lame and Johnny Damon came up big to advance to 3rd, which was a game breaker. I think that may have finally proven to the Phils that we deserve to be Champions and may just kill off the series.

Well, he was pretty good as a pinch hitter last night, but you've got to consider that Joe Girardi might call on him for one game (tonight?), because his meddling with the squad has come up pretty good so far :P

Yeah, I'll give him that and the game is tonight at 8:20p EST/1:20a GMT

With Melky a potential issue with hamstring trouble, could we see Damon in Centre Field, with Matsui patrolling left? I doubt it, as if Melky isn't playing, we can expect to see Brett Gardner

2 more wins to go. As a Yankees fan, bringing CC Sabathia to the mound tonight, against Joe Blanton, you can't help but feel confident.

The Phillies really really needed to take game 3 because I knew CC would start game 4 in order to split in Philadelphia. It looks like they really have dug a hole for themselves and clearly the momentum has shifted.

And that countdown now reaches 1. We're going to have to do it the hard way - Cliff Lee stands in the way and we're sending the best pitcher from our World Series platoon so far (AJ Burnett) to the mound. Should be a cracker, though I doubt a pitcher's duel in Citizen's Bank Ballpark.

At 11/1/09 05:55 PM, schneelocke wrote: Hmm, and "the right tools"? I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but it sounds like it'd take the fun out of the game.

I'd hardly call a map a cheat. It's something that still required skill, in order to get things like the last mushroom, you still need orienteering skills.

At 11/2/09 10:32 AM, reverend wrote: You know, I wonder what became of BBR...

He grew a conscience.

Terrible loss.

At 11/1/09 11:30 PM, Wylo wrote: The 11/01/09 Top 300 Voting Power Update
Users entering list: Odyssic

About time! Welcome to the gang, Odyssic

Thanks for the update, Wylo. Nice work :)

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Well, I'm slowly whittling down alhill and closing the gap on XwaynecoltX - 1 more sabbatical and I'll be past you!

At 11/2/09 12:24 AM, Buddhist wrote: I....Lidge...but...two outs, 1-2 count....one strike away...one fucking strike...

Yeah, this was kind of how I felt in 2004. I know 1 strike is closer than 1 win, but to throw a series away from 3-0 up against your biggest foe still stings.

You weren't one strike away from winning - the game was only tied, so take some solace.

it sums up the failures of our 2009 season: we work hard to come back, and give it away when Lidge gets the ball. this may very likely be the play that ruined our repeat aspirations and all the work put in in the 174 prior games.

To be honest, I think that the repeat aspirations were ruined after Game 3. Now, with Rollins' prediction completely blown out of the water, we can focus on seeing if our number 2 pitcher can step it up to beat your ace.

I'm gonna go shower now. I feel unclean after this one...this one fucking hurt.

See you tomorrow then? Party at your place, I heard.

At 11/2/09 12:26 AM, MultiCanimefan wrote: A-Rod has officially put to rest his critics and finally exercised his postseason ghosts with a swing of his bat tonight. I believe he has finally earned the "True" Yankee title.

He's proven that he can hit in pressure situations and he's looking dangerous at the moment. He's done it all, including getting hit by a pitch 3 times in 2 nights. What the hell was that umpiring farce about last night? I thought that they warned the benches when A-Rod got drilled and as a result, when Lidge hit Tex, I thought he was out of there for sure.

Clearly, the umpires kept him in there for a painfully obvious reason and so we move on.

Clutch hitting was the story of the night - A-Rod really made the biggest hit of his entire career, getting that RBI Single in the top of the 9th. Johnny Damon's heads up base running made that possible, advancing to 3rd from 1st on the infield shift for Mark Teixeira.

Cliff Lee is the man who stands between the Yankees and their 27th World Championship. AJ Burnett goes against him, with a potential World Series MVP award available, if he can get the job done.

10/11

Well, I was even unsure as to whether or not I would get this finished by the end of the day, but I did manage to squeak under the wire with this piece.

Battered and bruised (mentally), I'm looking forward to seeing what people think of this one, as I personally think it was better than the entry I gave for the June contest.

I'm knackered, and I'm off to watch the World Series.

4/4

"Ladies and Gentlemen, esteemed members of the Society. I have been working on a project that could change the face of machinery forever. The amalgamation of steam, clockwork and fluid hydraulics has been proposed before, but on a much smaller scale. I propose to make it bigger and better." He droned on for a few minutes more, regarding how the fluids could not be compressed like steam and in combination with clockwork could be made into much more intricate systems.

"I did have a working prototype, but alas, with innovation as it is, there were always issues, so the project could not be brought to fruition."

"UNTIL NOW!" A voice to the side drew everyone's attention from the lectern and a few gasps were heard, as the full plate suit of Doctor Smith walked into the auditorium. Standing slightly to the left of the lectern, Smith raised his visor. "Good evening, honoured members. A slight issue befell me recently and, without the quick actions of Doctor Weatehrspoon and the Royal College of Surgeons, I probably would not be here today. You see, the technology that the good Doctor alludes to is what keeps me alive today." He nodded to his right and Horgan came out, assisting, by removing the Doctor's left arm. He walked back to the door and pulled a large trolley out, containing an array of the pieces that were a part of the works completed.

Slowly and methodically, Horgan pieced together a second body from the parts - two legs, a lower and upper torso formed in front of the members, who were intrigued. "Now comes the real science, ladies and gentlemen. Technically, we must cease the life of Doctor Smith momentarily."

"I do so voluntarily, do not fear, dear viewers." He nodded to Horgan, who undid two bolts, before removing the head and shoulders of smith from the first body and placing it on the second, before replacing the connections with surgical precision. He opened the chest cavity and moved the pendulum, which started the machinery working. Smith raised his head "You see, there is nothing to fear, as I am still here among us all." Horgan busied himself with attaching the arms of the piece, before finally removing the protective head plate and replacing it with one more befitting to the black and silver livery adorning this menacing piece.

"Of course, now that we have dealt with that part of the business, we can state that this piece of work here," he gestured with a sweeping gesture towards the part constructed body in the suit of armour, "is Doctor Weatherspoon's work, so please judge him on that. My work, in conjunction with Mr. Horgan, is on display here." His arms indicated himself and as he moved, he seemed to be enjoying more precision and freedom to move.

Slowly, the members of the society got to their feet, applauding the mechanical man standing before them, like a conqueror. His smile was broad and while he was now nine feet tall, he still stood, humbled by the honour of the society. Taking in the applause, he turned to his former colleague.

"You tried to laud me as your finest creation, Marcus. I am only the creation of God. I have merely taken his work and yours and have... improved it." Visibly shaken, Weatherspoon took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the sweat from his brow and retired from the stage.

After spending several hours answering questions about how this would affect mankind and how it could be applied, Smith called the evening to a close and, stunned by the positive reception, left the Society. Having helped Horgan to load the cart up, he stood on the back, pulling the tarpaulin over his head. "Could you take me to the park. I feel like taking a quiet stroll for a while?" Horgan agreed to this, as the recent weeks had been long and tiring, even for a human, but for a machine, such as Smith, he could only speculate. Smith dropped off the cart when they reached the park and he bid the Metallurgist a good evening.

"I believe that I shall see you tomorrow, Mr. Horgan. Your fine talents will make you a lot of money in the near future, I can say."

"Thank you, sir. When should I return to fetch you?"

The scientist shook his head, with a smile. "No need, my friend. I will walk home myself from here." As the carriage drove away, Smith walked across the park and started walking up Westminster Drive. "One last thing, before we make the world better..."

3/4

"Good evening, officer, I trust that everything is in order."

"That it is sir. Just a few routine enquiries, so if you could be about your business, all will be well." The Doctor was taken aback by the standard response of one of the constabulary.

"I will sir, just as soon as you stand aside and allow me to enter my own home!" The constable visibly bristled at this and tried to recover.

"Is that so? Could I please ask your name, sir?" The constable flicked open a notebook and licked his pencil, ready to note down this for his report to his senior officers.

"Doctor Marcus Weatherspoon. I live here at number 72 Westminster Drive." He waited patiently, as the policeman painstakingly wrote this all down.

"Very well, sir. Please, follow me." The constable turned and walked in through the door. As Weatherspoon followed, he noted that the door handle had been crushed out of shape and the door frame showed signs of a forced entry, with the frame being broken to splinters near where the locks had been located. They walked to the dining room, where a small group of officers had taken up residence, spreading bits and pieces of paperwork across the table.

"Sergeant Taylor, this is a Mister Weatherspoon to see you. He claims that he lives here."

"That's Doctor Weatherspoon, for your records, constable." He took off his hat in disgust, and handed it with the cane to the butler, who walked off slowly, to deliver them to their proper place.

"Well, Doctor... It seems that we have a strange crime on our hands here. It seems that someone, or something broke into your house in order to deliver something, as opposed to stealing something." The sergeant stood up and approached the Doctor, looking him up and down, regarding the large moustache that joined up with his sideburns, making him look more or less like he was permanently frowning. The fact that the Doctor was not happy did not help the look at all.

"Well, that about sums up the Royal Mail for you, doesn't it, sergeant?" The sergeant took the mocking tone as an insult, but ploughed on nonetheless.

"Apparently the thing looked like," The sergeant consulted his notebook "'A suit of armour from the middle ages'. It broke in through your front door, caused your scullery maid to faint, walked into your study, deposited a note addressed to yourself on the desk and then left. You wouldn't happen to know anything about something like that, would you, sir?"

"A suit of armour, you say? I can't say that I would know much about one of those. Not my field or expertise, I'm afraid. Where did you say it went to when it left?"

"Well, it walked out of the door and mounted a carriage, which drove off, so there were at least two persons that know something about it. Might I ask what you field of expertise is, sir?"

"Fluid dynamics. If I were trying to break down a door, I would have just used a compression piston to force my way in. Better yet, if I were delivering a letter, I would have used the letterbox."

The sergeant's eyes narrowed at the Doctor's description of how to break into his own home. He flicked the notebook shut and replaced it in his pocket. "If you do think of anything that might assist us with our enquiries, please do not hesitate to inform us. The station is at the corner of Saint Georges Way."

When the officers had left, the butler made a good job of shutting the door and bracing it for the night. When he walked into the study, he found the Doctor sitting at his desk, clutching a large glass of Brandy and reading a simple note.

"Things may have just passed beyond my control, Wilson."

"Sir? Are you feeling alright?"

"Not really. I think that something life changing is going to happen on the 12th at the Royal Society." Doctor Weatherspoon stood up and left the room to retire for the evening. The note drifted across the writing desk, fluttering to a stop under the lamp. As the butler went to switch off the light, he looked at the note that was written in a child-like script, as if the author had not had much practice.

"Marcus,

Do not fear, I will be at the Royal Society, as discussed. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

MS.

* * *

Plans had been prepared over the course of a few days and with the expert craftsmanship of Horgan, Doctor Smith was satisfied with the results. He walked past a rack, containing what looked like parts of his armour, but slightly different. These were highly polished and were only recently constructed. Pistons and linkages protruded from spare limbs and inside his metal helm, Smith smiled to himself, sensing that he had found someone able to fulfil his wildest dreams. He looked at the calendar, which had the numbers crossed out to the 10th of the month.

Grasping a pen awkwardly in his gauntlet, Smith crossed through the number 11, marking that in a few hours time, it would be his chance to show the Society what was the biggest development in human history since the advent of fire.

"Do you never sleep, Doctor?" Horgan paced across the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes and idly swigging a mug of black tea.

"My dear Mr. Horgan, I have not slept a wink since my accident. I need no rest, save only an occasional hour or so when I can allow my mind to wander." Smith brushed a speck of dust off his shoulder. "I think that we are finally ready to head to the Royal Society." The young man's face was a triumphant grin, although over the last week, he had visibly aged. The man and the machine both loaded the collection of gadgets onto the cart in solemn silence, realising that this could be the end of their brief tenure together. Stepping into one of the crates, he pulled the side closed behind him and lowered the visor of his helm, resuming his disguise.

"Mr. Hogan, if I still drank, I would propose a toast to the future." He bowed his head, as if there was nothing substantial within the armour.

"We shall wish it in, Doctor. God speed, my friend." He placed the lid on the crate and nailed it in place.

* * *

The Royal Society was already bustling by the time a rather pale and anxious Doctor Weatherspoon arrived. He shook hands warmly with a few friendly members, but could not shake the feeling of worry from him. He had not heard or seen his former colleague since the incident at his home, but he was sure that the demonstration was performed at his home for a reason. Having checked Smith's home daily, he was somewhat surprised to see that there was no sign at all of his presence. He took his place, careful to keep his emotions in check, as he was still in good stead, with a detailed presentation ready.

As the evening wore on, various people presented unspectacular pieces, which Weatherspoon found thoroughly boring. As his speech approached, he walked toward the stage and out into the corridor to the rear, to get some fresh air. As he passed into the local alley, he bumped into a middle aged man, who was rushing around the area, attending to some last minute preparations of some sort.

"Oh, I am sorry. Dr. Weatherspoon, isn't it?" The man caught Weatherspoon, just as he was about to move past him, not wanting to cause an incident.

The Doctor blustered as the man recognised him almost instantly. "It was. How did you know my name?"

"You are a much talked about member, sir. I create parts for some of your colleagues. David Horgan, of Horgan Metallurgy." The man smiled, as he gave his business patter a quick run.

"Ah yes. Forgive me, I must make a few last minute preparations of my own." Horgan nodded, as the Doctor hurried off for a last minute panic.

When Weatherspoon returned, he was announced to the stage and swiftly moved to the lectern, where he received a rapturous round of applause. When this had died down, he cleared his throat and smiled nervously toward the crowd.

2/4

"Well, boys..." one of the three had stopped to lean on his shovel and was directing his scornful approach to the young apprentice. "I guess that means we've got some work to do. Just leave the florins by the tea stove and we'll get to work, Master William." As Billy approached the bench and set down the three coins as instructed, one of the other men went and pulled a large lever, closing off the feed for the fire that the men had been working at, before opening one a little further along. A large hoist was used to manoeuvre a pile of coal into position and in no time at all, the boiler began to steam.

Back in the room where the cart had been parked the night before, Horgan locked himself in, removed his jacket and absent mindedly tapped on a gauge, checking the pressure of the steam, as it started to climb slowly. Putting on a pair of large work gloves, he climbed up onto the cart and started to sift through the boxes of discarded materials that had been left to him by Dr. Smith.

Bent pieces of metal sheeting and pipework were tossed aside into piles for reclamation. The first two boxes yielded a fine haul, so Horgan retired from the cart and loaded up the copper pile into a large bucket, before moving the cargo above the furnace, to begin the process of melting down the metal. Leaving that to work away, he returned to the third box and pulled a large cast of iron that had been shattered away from the top. As that hit the floor with a clang, he turned his gaze back, to be greeted by what looked like a suit or armour from the medieval age. As he cast an appraising gaze over the suit, a modification caught his eye.

"Hmm... someone has been working on this... It looks like the plates have been welded together. Why would someone want to throw this away?" He climbed back down and found some heavy duty straps to wrap around the armour, enabling him to hoist it out in one move.

"I didn't want to 'throw it away', Mr. Horgan. I wished to show a craftsman my handiwork." Horgan's blood froze, as he turned slowly around to look at the box on the cart where the familiar voice had come from. He looked on in horror, as a gauntleted hand reached out of the box and took a grip on the side, heaving itself up. The helm turned towards the figure with a sound of metal passing over metal with a screech. "I do hope that you admire the work, Mr. Horgan."

"Bu-b-b-but why, Doctor Smith? Why?" Hogan's arms dropped, still carrying the heavy duty sash, now no longer required for such a hoist. The mechanical creation stepped over the edge of the box, delicately lowering itself off the cart and walking jerkily over to Horgan. Slowly, the helm was lifted, revealing the fact of Doctor Smith, recognisable, despite being shaven of his trademark moustache and mutton chops.

"You may wish to be seated for this tale, Mr. Horgan." Obediently, Horgan pulled up a chair, still fingering the coarse material between his fingers.

"You see, about six months ago, while I was conducting some research with a now former colleague of mine, Doctor Marcus Weatherspoon, I decided that I was going to look into the physical principles of clockwork. You see, we believed that the steam age is coming to an end. Our principles revolved around the simple clock and replacing complex steam drives that may enable us to make smaller, more intricate machines. Steam still has quite an advantage while lumbering with great cargoes, in industries such as your own." Horgan raised a smile half-heartedly, still in a state of shock.

"I was in the library, at the top of a ladder. I found the book that I was looking for, but alas, it was not within reach of where I stood. In too much of a rush to descend, move the ladder and try again, I reached across. I grasped the spine of the book, but as I pulled it, I lost my balance and the ladder slipped from my feet. Clutching to the bookcase, I clung on for what seemed like hours, before the whole case slowly tipped toward the centre of the room."

"How are you still here today, Doctor? A fall like that should kill a man, surely."

"That is indeed so. When I awoke, I was confronted by Doctor Weatherspoon, who probed me with intense questioning before even revealing to me what had happened. When he found me, my body was broken and crushed beneath the oaken bookcase. I was apparently in a very bad state and had lost a lot of blood. With a few colleagues from the medical profession, Weatherspoon worked quickly, removing my legs and most of my arms, to prevent further loss of blood. I was still in a very bad way, so he decided to apply our works to my soon-to-be corpse." Smith moved a hand to a part of the breastplate, covering his chest and opened a small door, exposing a mechanism within the armour. No human element was in there, just a set of cogs, wheels and a small pendulum.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock, was the only sound that became painfully obvious above the fires melting the copper back into the raw metal.

"And now, I stand before you with a proposition, Mr. Horgan." Smith closed the hold in his chest. "Doctor Weatherspoon has gotten too big for his boots and now regards me as his property. He may have saved my life, but underneath all of the machinery, I am still a man."

"I cannot fault that logic, as you still stand there before me, Doctor. What do you need from me?"

"I am sure that we can come to some sort of arrangement, Mr.Horton."

That night, the sound of hammers echoed through the workshop and the stokers worked hard to earn their additional florin bonus.

Across town, Doctor Marcus Weatherspoon sat at a desk, writing a letter to a colleague at the Royal Society.

"I have completed my latest research project and can present a copy of the results at the forthcoming seminar. I believe that these findings will cause quite a stir and as a result may well change the way that we look upon technology for all time. Using the principles of steam and fluid dynamics, we can make our technology more compact and even replace amputated limbs.

I look forward to receiving a slot for presenting on the 12th of next month."

Weatherspoon signed the document and called forth a servant to have the letter delivered.

"Perhaps I should go and pay my dear old friend Michael a visit. After all, he will need a chance to prepare for the big show." With that, he stood up, and was helped into his overcoat by his butler, who handed him his top hat and cane.

The journey by carriage was a short one. Great clouds of steam billowed into the evening mist with a hiss, as Weatherspoon stepped into the street. As the Doctor unlocked the front door of Smith's house, before entering, the butler stepped out of the car and lit a cigarette, grateful for the chance to relax. Rubbing his hands together against the cold, he almost swallowed the cigarette when Doctor Weatherspoon returned from the house, flustered and panicked.

"He's gone! Come on man, we've got to find him, and quickly!" The butler dropped his cigarette and ran to the house, where both men searched the house from top to bottom.

"Well, did you find anything that might show where he could be?"

"No sir. He can't have gone far, surely. Where should we look?"

"I think that the best course of action is for me to retire to consider my next move. If you think of anywhere that he may have gone, please tell me." As they drove back to the Doctor's residence, Weatherspoon's mind raced, as to where his former colleague could be.

As they arrived at Weatherspoon's home, a black, marked police carriage was present and an officer stood at the door, impassively. The Doctor climbed out of his carriage and approached the officer, tipping his hat in a gentlemanly fashion.

The Good Doctor
Genre: Steam / Clock Punk
Word Count: 4,964

The rain hammered down on the corrugated iron roof, an ill-fitting accompaniment to the crackle of the fire and the beating of a hammer on an anvil. As the cold air mixed with the smoke billowing from hundreds of chimneys, a young, well built man worked tirelessly by the forge. He beat a sheet of metal into a roughly rounded shape and checked it against a set of measurements. He placed the piece on a cart, loaded with other pieces of similarly shaped metal.

Walking over to a sand box, he knocked the sand away from the castings of a new set of cogs and gears. These received a cursory brush off and were added to the cart as well. He wiped his hands on an oily rag and walked out of the forge. A few minutes later, he drove a smoking behemoth of a horseless carriage to the doors. This beast is a harsh, unforgiving lump of machinery that throws yet more black smoke into the atmosphere, contributing to the sulphurous overtones in the air. He pulled a tarpaulin over the equipment and hooked the cart to the machine. His goggles were covered in raindrops and he draged the back of his sleeve across the lenses, before mounting the carriage and driving off into the night.

A little time passed and a large house on the outskirts of town is the destination. The man pulled up and dismounted, before running to the door and pulling a chain. A klaxon sounded in the distance and the gates swung open on well greased mechanisms. As the carriage and cart made their way down the driveway, a door opened in the building and the heavily laden vehicle descended deep into the bowels of the stately home.

"Horgan, your time between trips is increasing. I do hope that I am not driving you to exhaustion." A deep, booming tone crackled out of a speaker tube that the carriage was driving past. Horgan stopped the carriage and looked over at the speaker tube, before raising his voice to speak to it.

"Not yet, sir. I have another consignment of parts for you."

"Clearly you do. Bring them to room six." There was a hiss from the speaker tube, signalling to Horgan that the conversation had ended. He climbed back behind the steering wheel and released the brake. A sharp hiss of steam from the pistons set his machine back in motion and he proceeded to a room marked with a large white 6 painted above. The smoke from the fires of steam boilers had caused the whitewash to darken over time, but it was still serviceable.

Horgan hauled on a lever and the two doors swung inwards, revealing what looked like a large workshop. He drove his carriage into this room and used a small crane to hoist the parts making up his consignment off the cart. As he returned to his vehicle, he noticed a white envelope sitting on the front seat, where only a few moments before, he had been sitting. In an impressive script, the name "Horgan" had been scrawled.

"Where did you come from?" Asked Horgan as he flicked open his pocket knife and slit the envelope.

"Mr. Horgan,

Thank you for your diligent work in supplying me with lots of spare parts over the years. My people have had the payment delivered to your bank, as per our usual agreement. Please could I request that you remove the three boxes of waste materials on the right as you enter the room. They may require the use of the hoist to remove them, however, I am sure a man of your means will be able to find a use for the materials within.

With thanks,

Dr. Michael Smith."

"Thank you, sir." Horgan folded the letter neatly and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket, then walked over to three large crates that appeared to be full, covered in an oily tarpaulin. He hauled back the tarp and cast an appraising eye over the contents, impressed with the mighty haul of scrap that had been gifted to him by his most mysterious client.

Quickly rigging the hoist and loading his cargo, he threw the tarpaulin back over the crates and secured them with a number of chains. "I wonder when I'll get to see you again, Doctor?" Horgan posed the question half heartedly to himself as he climbed back aboard his carriage and suddenly he stopped, an icy-cold feeling gripping his spine. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks, or perhaps the atmosphere, rich with sulphates affecting him. He could have sworn he heard Doctor Smith's voice saying "soon enough."

"Doctor Smith?" Horgan called out toward the darkness, to be greeted with no answer. As he turned to ask again, a great piece of metalwork creaked overhead and to his left, a piston let out its spent steam charge. "Maybe he's right. Maybe I am exhausted," he told himself, as he climbed aboard once more, driving back to his metallurgist's shop.

When he arrived back at his shop, he parked the carriage in one of his larger smelting works and unhooked it. He backed the vehicle out and shut the massive double doors behind him, before walking to the house front, which was effectively his own home.

"Billy!" Horgan bellowed as he entered the room, causing the cat to jump excitedly. A young man came up from the cellar, brushing sleep from his eyes half-heartedly. "Go and park the carriage and take the fire out of it. I've had enough for one day."

"Yes, Mr. Horgan." Billy tried to stifle a yawn. "How is the good Doctor?"

"You'll be able to go and ask him yourself if you keep standing there, idling about, my lad. Now get!" Billy ran off towards the carriage, to carry out his master's wishes. Horgan climbed the stairs and went to bed, his mind troubled by a few niggling doubts.

The next morning, a fog blocked out most of the light and Horgan awoke from a night's broken sleep, having been unable to stop his mind from racing. He washed and shaved, before dressing and heading downstairs for breakfast. There was a pot of tea on the range when he entered the kitchen and neither Billy, nor his lady companion, the widow Harris, were anywhere to be seen. He poured himself a strong black cup of tea and sugared it generously, before walking to the front of the shop, to collect his morning's order book.

The day passed quite quickly, preparing parts and new contraptions for people that paid well for a man of Horgan's skill. It must have been the reason that Doctor Smith employed him, as he was the best in the city at his trade, without question or doubt. At about half past four, Billy returned to his master's side, the young apprentice bearing a plate of food and more tea.

"Mr. Horgan, you have not stopped all day and you barely touched your tea this morning. Please, eat something and stop a while." Horgan was sketching idly on one of his larger drawings marked "21" - the customer number for Doctor Smith. He bit a large chunk off the bread roll that was on the plate and smiled at Billy, a spark of triumph in his eyes.

"Thank you, Billy. Go and tell the stokers to fire up the number 2 smelter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a timepiece, checking the hour of the day was still reasonable. He pulled out six one-inch silver coins and handed them to Billy. Give one florin to each of the stokers for their time this evening and the other three are for yourself. Have a pleasant evening tonight.

Billy ran as fast as he could through the corridors, until he reached the boiler room, which kept the master's steam pumps powered in the workshops. As he opened the door, he was greeted by three burly men, stripped to the waist, covered in soot and sweat. "The boss wants you to fire up the number 2 smelter. Says that he's got some important work that needs taking care of and that you men can have a bonus of one florin, for stopping."

At 11/1/09 03:57 PM, Bahamut wrote: 025) 66073 0000 000.0 Rabindarath
026) 65271 0436 062.3 Coop83

Thanks for the update, Bahamut! Excellent updatage :)

Well, as we can see, I've had a really good week. Now to press home the advantage, as I sit up for at least a few more nights to watch the World Series. I'm not going to pass Rabindarath over the next week, but I can certainly move myself a lot closer.

Now, I wonder if there's any more achievements I can manage over the week... Proabably not, but you live, you learn :P

1,500 Flash Reviews

Now that's a big achievement!

At 11/1/09 01:18 PM, Bahamut wrote: Pentalist update #17 is up!

Thanks for the update, Bahamut. Very nice, as always.

Well, I'm shaping up for a pass of XwaynecoltX over the next month and then it's only fresh air between me and gfoxcook - talk about legendary users! I've still got one hell of a long way to go before getting pentalisted, so I'll just keep on going and hope to get there one day, as with most things statistics wise.

At 11/1/09 02:54 AM, Rainfallen wrote: I love reviewing other peoples music and creations! May I join?

Your reviews are passable, so long as you don't slip back into the situation of the one line comments. It can be difficult, but if you can't come up with something for a review there and then, give it a break and then come back later and try again.

I've gotten all of the reviews for this week done. It took me most of Game 3 of the World Series this time, but I've got through that and 6 hours sleep later and I've finished.

Time for the pub.

At 11/1/09 01:35 AM, Metal-Therapy wrote: After much thought I've decided to start updating this list once a month. This change will take effect at the first of the year, NOT next week. I feel like the speed at which progress happens in this list doesn't demand a weekly list. 12 updates opposed to 52 per year will give each update more meaning and also make things much easier on me.

Thanks for the update, Metal-Therapy. I understand your position when it comes to the updates only being monthly. I think that for this list, it would be for the best, but it's going to put some pressure on me to get that kind of pace maintained for four weeks now. I'll look forward to the challenge.

029.) 1528 ||--001|| Chris-the-stick2
030.) 1498 ||+010|| Coop83

Well, next update, I will have 1,500 Flash reviews. Perhaps I've got a chance of catching Chris-the-stick2, but let's just focus on the more immediate of goals.

Coop recovers from a late finish (5am), while congratulating:
gamejunkie: 9,000 Saves
Helloween: Top 1,000 Experienced
FroNickProductions: Level 18
Raizen-Pyro: 7.00 Total Voting Power; 3,000 B/P
jake-thesnake: Level 10

At 10/31/09 02:09 PM, reverend wrote:

At 10/31/09 06:45 AM, Coop83 wrote: Well, we'll see. I just get a feeling about the Dodgers for next year with Pedro.

Really? I thinking he might stay in Philly. Does his contract end this year?

I thought he was only signed as a 'mercenary' for the end of this season / postseason.

Well, this is one of those things that you can't call the game before it happens. I think the Yanks can win and we will do that.

So says the undying Yankee fan. :)

And we got some good hitters going, to boot. A-Rod's 2-run Homer started it, thanks to our friends in the Instant Replay booth in... New York, and then Swish and Godzilla's homers left no doubt at all.

Pinch hitting? Girardi might have him field left, you never know.

And take out Damon? We shall see.

Well, he was pretty good as a pinch hitter last night, but you've got to consider that Joe Girardi might call on him for one game (tonight?), because his meddling with the squad has come up pretty good so far :P

2 more wins to go. As a Yankees fan, bringing CC Sabathia to the mound tonight, against Joe Blanton, you can't help but feel confident.

At 10/31/09 05:10 PM, Bahamut wrote:

At 10/30/09 07:52 AM, Coop83 wrote:

At 10/29/09 07:01 AM, Bahamut wrote: I sure want to see it. It must be hot.

Well, maybe I can just download you some and make a dvd for you.

I'm so fucking excited for this!

So, I was too busy watching the baseball last night... perhaps tonight... no, there's baseball. Monday is baseball and Tuesday I'm at friends, but we'll see.

Yes we have and now Poozy won't be able to kill me with any cranes.

That's it, Poozy, you're done.

Save that for the Poozy haters.

Already saved, my good man.

At 11/1/09 04:50 AM, schneelocke wrote: Maybe I should work on getting more medals from William and Sly, too. I don't think I'll manage the "get 35000 points" one (and I think having to stay under a certain amount of time, much less one you don't even know, is absolutely counter to the approach and atmosphere of this game), but the other two that remain should be doable...

Great game - good fun and if you've got the right tools, you can get through the game in under the time limit quite easily.

At 10/31/09 05:17 PM, Buddhist wrote: Credit to Burnett. I really didn't think he'd be able to be on his game on such a grand stage. Touche, you contract-year anomaly, touche.

He pitched really well and it's a great way to win your first Postseason decision.

(8/11, since I forgot it after game 2)

Hamels-Pettitte tonight should be interesting. Probably going to get into another fight with my girlfriend...the only thing we fight about is Yankees-Phillies because she's a big Yanks fan. Bleh.

Well, she wins tonight :P

Some big hits from sleeping Yankee bats and don't look now, but we've taken a 2-1 lead in the World Series. Andy Pettitte came through, not necessarily with his best stuff, but he did enough. A-Rod clawing us back into it with the camera-assisted Home Run was what got the Yanks going, but big hits from Nick Swisher and Johnny Damon countered the Home Run threat of Jayson Werth.

Philly's big fall down was Ryan Howard misfiring and Chase Utley's 27 consecutive games being on base streak being broken. (Only his second career postseason game that he hasn't been on base in, I might add.) Cole Hamels isn't the pitcher he was this time last year and Joe Blanton goes against CC on short rest tomorrow. Should be real fun to watch.

9/11

At 10/29/09 04:57 PM, SpiffyMasta wrote: How bout them Avs! Holy shit, I haven't love a start of the season more since the last time we won a Stanley Cup.

We haven't had a start to a season like this since we've been the Avs. That could bode well for the rest of the year. Lost last night to San Jose, but we're still here and still a threat with this young team.

At 10/31/09 07:12 PM, michelinman wrote: Grumble grumble. Can't win em all I guess. Better luck against the Canucks hopefully.

You're getting ahead of yourself again. We will win more games than last season, that's not guaranteed, but you've got to feel positive about the steps that this very young team and young coach have made.

At 10/31/09 03:48 PM, XwaynecoltX wrote: Aww i remember this place, ill have to get caught up in here eventually :) how has everyone been btw??

Yeah, not bad thanks - still got to plough through this week's reviews, but between innings, I think I can manage them. Should be fun to attempt, anyway.

At 10/31/09 12:37 PM, EagleRock wrote:

At 10/29/09 11:55 AM, Coop83 wrote: Then my plan was successful!

*sigh* Punk'd again.

I just hope Andy Pettitte can do the same to the Phillies hitters tonight :P

While Rage's Thread was established with the most honourable of intentions and at first worked, the meaning was lost and people became whistle-whores and just flagged indiscriminately. Now, it's best if we don't go there.

My spidey senses detect a sore point there.

Meh, it was locked before I was modded :P

But yeah, so goes the way of the Rage's Gift thread. Anything can ultimately get out of hand and basically implode itself, no matter how noble the cause at the start.

Exactly... in fact, that's pretty much the entire plot surmised for my MWC9 October entry. Better get that finished ASAP, the deadline is tomorrow...

At 10/31/09 10:57 AM, TomFulp wrote: This is a must-have item for anyone who likes posters. I would like to release at least one triple pack each month featuring different artists, but we need to move a lot of these to make it possible!

I move that the winners of the Halowe'en Flash competitions get posters signed by JohnnyUtah himself!

Coop tries to win his first trophy with his Lizardmen Team, while congratulating:
Bahamut: Level 42; #222 Experienced
Sanjay: Level 42
juansolous: Level 27
gamejunkie: 2,000 Medal Points
bifgis: 12,000 Experience
Pokemonpoeguygcn: 16,000 Medal Points
XIII13: 1,000 Posts. No.

Listening to:
Foo Fighters - Overdrive
Alice Cooper - Hello Hooray

At 10/30/09 02:04 PM, reverend wrote:

At 10/30/09 07:52 AM, Coop83 wrote: Well, Pedro is a wily old fox that has a lot up top, despite not having so much in the tank. I feel he's been talking to Jamie Moyer and could pitch next season as well, when the contract offers come rolling in.

I have a feeling he'll be back, but I don't see him in the starting rotation as much.

Well, we'll see. I just get a feeling about the Dodgers for next year with Pedro.

We're still his daddy though :P AJ pitched really well and at about 3.30 am, I was standing up in my lounge, calling the Home Plate calls for each out that Mo recorded. Nervous? Perhaps. Victorious? Most certainly.

They were really letting Pedro have it; I see there is still no love lost between the NY fans and him.

Yeah, I was standing, joining in with the chant of "Who's your daddy?" after Tex's blast.

Game 3 probables: Pettitte v Hamels. I think this really depends on how Hamels does; he has been up and down a lot this season, but has done fairly well in the postseason.

Well, this is one of those things that you can't call the game before it happens. I think the Yanks can win and we will do that.

And of course, there is no DH for this game, so no game-changing homer for Matsui.

Pinch hitting? Girardi might have him field left, you never know.

At 10/30/09 02:44 PM, schneelocke wrote: Yeah, but just one, and it's only worth five points - and it'll likely be the last one, too, as I didn't really enjoy the game.

Fair enough. I think that it's one of my favourites, but that's the thing - one man's junk is another's treasure and vice versa.

Picking up other weapons the enemies packed didn't seem to work; I'm not sure it's supposed to, but... well, I just didn't enjoy it that much.

You can get a medal for just throwing the weapons at them until they die as well. That was quite a funny medal.

At 10/28/09 09:05 AM, Fro wrote: And the American version of the Office is qutie funny. :P I'm not sure which one you were talking about. Oh well, when we start denying non-spam submissions for review it's my team to leave.

Steve Carrell is a great actor, but the original with Ricky Gervais is just something that makes me cringe.

At 10/28/09 11:35 AM, JasonCD2009 wrote:

At 10/28/09 07:24 AM, Coop83 wrote: Perhaps you should submit some of your own solo guitar work, to show how good you have become?

I already have submitted my own work.Sort of.It was a cover actually, and a good portion of the club reviewed it. No complaints over here.

I'm glad there are no complaints, but I'm not sure that I believe you - withholding the account name just says to me that you have something to hide.

At 10/28/09 02:32 PM, Haggard wrote: The thing with the Jason songs is, that they are more or less all the same. It's always "Jason, you are fat" or "you are dumb" or "you are a dick girl". Some songs are amusing, yes, but the same joke is only funny for a short length of time.

I agree with this sentiment - I don't think that it is Spam, it is however quite annoying that the artists involved here can't take advice from a core of good reviewers here, coming to a head when there is a disagreement over my review moderation.

At 10/28/09 04:36 PM, JasonCD2009 wrote: No spammer would go through the lengthy process it takes me, just to spam.Its not exactly a walk in the park to create drum beats that are in time with a guitar riff or to have the levels on all of the instruments at a reasonable volume.

Actually some spammers and hackers go to extreme lengths to reach their own goals. I;m just being Devil's Advocate here.

At 10/28/09 06:35 PM, Haggard wrote: I wasn't saying you submit spam to the audio portal, I was just trying to make clear that people MIGHT consider your submissions as spam.

Let's break down the acronym SPAM, shall we?

Stupid - well, the humour in there is puerile and sexual based. It's a song about bullying, so I'm not a fan, to be honest.

Pointless - I don't believe that there's much point to these songs - how many copies of this 'album' have you sold?

Annoying - Yes, I think we've covered this and I do feel that these tracks are an annoying blemish on the Audio Portal

Message - Is there much of a message to these things? I can't find one.

So I'm 50/50 on it, to be honest, but my opinion is that these submissions should not be reviewed by this club, as the authors cannot take constructive criticism from this member. If they are requested, I will continue to review them, but as long as my protest is noted, I am happier.

Coop readies himself for an assault on another milestone, while congratulating:
Lizzardis: 2,000 Blams; 10,000 B/P; 8,000 Saves
1337UMD: Level 13
idiot-buster: Level 30
aldlv: 11.00 Total Voting Power
LynchedJohNNY: Level 25; Staff Serrgeant; 6,000 B/P
Haggard: Top 400 Experienced

Thank you to:
Odyssic (x4)
Auz (x4)
Hacsev (x4)

At 10/29/09 07:01 AM, Bahamut wrote:

At 10/29/09 06:41 AM, Coop83 wrote:

At 10/28/09 07:41 AM, Bahamut wrote: One question: Any ultra dragon porn?

Probably - I just don't want to look, as it would be that nasty.

I sure want to see it. It must be hot.

Well, maybe I can just download you some and make a dvd for you.

Yes, I'll be your Ultra Dragon Porn mule.

I will squash you like a bug!
</TF2 Heavy>

Alternatively, there's the crane (bird), but I think I've now worn this metaphor out...

Yes we have and now Poozy won't be able to kill me with any cranes.

That's it, Poozy, you're done.

At 10/29/09 05:19 PM, schneelocke wrote:

At 10/25/09 04:21 AM, Coop83 wrote: http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/48 5863

Ah, right, that was it. Hmm, I have some time to kill right now - I think I'll check it out once my pizza's done.

Cool - I see that you've gained a medal off that already.

Your appetite for medals appears to be voracious and tenacious at the same time.

Bodacious!

Okay, I'm out of 'acious' ending words now.

At 10/29/09 09:36 PM, reverend wrote:

At 10/29/09 06:41 AM, Coop83 wrote: I predicted Lee would be a stumbling block, but he can't win all 4 games of a World Series, so I;m still confident.

Yeah, it's going to be interesting to see what Pedro still has in the tank and how soon the bullpen has to step in. Right now they are tied 1-1 end of 4th. Teixeira just nailed one out of the park. I'm sure game one got the Yanks' nose bloodied; lets see if they have a counter punch.

Well, Pedro is a wily old fox that has a lot up top, despite not having so much in the tank. I feel he's been talking to Jamie Moyer and could pitch next season as well, when the contract offers come rolling in.

We're still his daddy though :P AJ pitched really well and at about 3.30 am, I was standing up in my lounge, calling the Home Plate calls for each out that Mo recorded. Nervous? Perhaps. Victorious? Most certainly.

At 10/30/09 04:26 AM, iscrulz wrote: Coop83 (Having fun trying to pass me in blams or EXP?)

Yeah, the Blams is something that's happening, while the Flash Reviews is something else that I'll catch you for.

Given time, I'll make sure I can pass you for that as well. You're not the only one suffering butthurt from me of late :P